Amor Falso Novels & Stories

“She’s trying to seduce you with false memories, Damien! Can’t you see? She’ll do anything to keep you from me.” Amelia rose, her voice calm but resolute. “The only falsehood here is yours, Elena. You left him once—you’ll do it again. I won’t.” The two women stared at each other, fire meeting steel. Damien stood between them, torn, his chest heaving. For the first time, he didn’t know whose truth to believe. That night, Damien found no rest. The visions haunted him—Elena’s passionate stories, Amelia’s haunting melody, the flicker of memory at the piano. He felt as though he were standing on a crumbling bridge, each step threatening to plunge him into chaos.

Tears streamed down his own cheeks, utterly defeated. ​"I am so sorry, Kylie. I am!" he pleaded, his voice thick with genuine, anguished remorse. "It was a mistake. A stupid, drunken, meaningless mistake. She was there, you were gone... It meant nothing, i swear! It was one time! It was because I was scared, dammit!" ​"Scared?" I repeated, my voice rising in disbelief. "Scared of what? Of me loving you? Of us?"

But that very day, I hadn't only overheard him pretending to have amnesia—I had also heard what he said about our marriage. "What's so romantic about it? I chose the last day of the year because I had promised to marry her. But spending my whole life with someone I don't love—I couldn't accept that. So I kept delaying until the very last day before making up my mind. "Anyway, marrying anyone is just getting by. She has good conditions and is capable—she can help me. She's not bad either. A very suitable marriage partner…" I stood outside the door, listening to his praise of me, and yet my heart sank to the bottom.

Been gay since I was a kid, so I never had to bother about unexpectedly falling for those women I seduce every now and then. I rolled my eyes in irritation and disgust, wanting to snap the girl’s throat. It was clear she doesn’t genuinely care about him. I knew she was cheating on him from my reliable sources and I was already planning on taking care of her like I did his past girlfriends. I don’t hurt any of them, I just lure them away from him because they’re like bees to honey and can’t ever resist money. That’s all I sometimes need to throw in their faces and the rest is always history.

She could not explain how to feel blankets bunched between her body and her lover's; to be out of breath. "Te amo, Estefan. (I love you, Estefan.)" She kissed the tip of his nose. "Yo también te amo, Leticia. (I love you too, Leticia.)" He kissed her temple as he pulled her closer, making her lean to his muscled chest. When he tried to shut his eyes, Amaya appeared. 'This is wrong. I want to get my revenge on Amaya. But, why do I feel like I cheated on her?' his mind whispered.

Third Person’s POV Frenzo Montever is an American bachelor, he became a famously known billionaire by the age of 25. He is the type of man that every woman will fall for. He refused to think about being in a relationship with women because he thinks that they will just give him nothing but headaches. But his life perception about love and women instantly changed the moment he saw Shane.

I'd been waiting for an opportunity to change that, but I never thought that would come while I stood at the altar. Armani barely nodded, adjusting his grip around my fingers. We glanced at the officiant at the same time, silently asking him to begin the fake ceremony. I wondered if it was real to him. The officiant cleared his throat loudly. "We are gathered here today to witness the union of the Cartelli and the Rizzo family." Not the loving union of two people.

his gaze held mine. We tried to decipher what was beyond our eyes until I averted my eyes. “T-This is to make sure that our reputation is not damaged…” I added, earning a cruel smirk from Amor. “I understand. I am not interested in this useless romance, anyway. Write it or not, I will never ‘fall in love’ as people call it. I don’t have time for that. There are billions of other important things to take care of. Love will only slow me down. Who has time to waste on something like that?” Amor said.

A man who would do everything just to impose a horrendous love that shouldn't exist in the first place. "Te amo, Amor."

Amour smiled, since that day alcohol and her are enemies. "Such a beautiful lady you have here Aurelio. Are you two dating? Or you're just partners in pleasure" Jericho asked playfully. Amour frowned. Who does he takes her for? A prostitute? "We're not-" "Of course we're just partners in pleasure, nothing more nothing less... After all, so far as you're rich women will always flock after you so in exchange of money she gives me what I want" Aurelio cuts in Amour's eyes widened and she looked at Aurelio. Is this really what he think of her?