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My heart wouldn’t slow down. I changed into my nightshirt and climbed into bed, burying my face in the pillow. I told myself to forget it, to forget him. But when I finally drifted off, my body betrayed me. The dream came hard and vivid, his hands, his mouth, his voice saying my name. I gasped awake in the dark, breathless, pulse racing, shame curling low in my stomach. It didn’t matter how many times I said no. Ricardo Falconeri was already under my skin. And I hated that a part of me didn’t want him gone.

Lia *** Trigger Warning *** Pain surged through me, tears blurring my vision as I witnessed my mate being pleasured by another woman, someone who wasn’t me. The sight seared into my mind, a dagger twisting in my heart. I gasped for air, each breath a struggle against the agony of his betrayal. His climax echoed in my ears as he released himself down her throat, a gut-wrenching sound that intensified my anguish. Determination burned within me, vowing to punish her for daring to touch what belonged to me. With a wicked smile, he whispered, “We’re not finished yet, sweetheart,” as he sat down, forcefully guiding her onto his throbbing member.

Subalit pinilit kong magkuwento sa kanya para lang malaman niyang galit ako sa kanya. "At alam mo rin bang, 'yong taong mahal ko ay mahigit isang taon na hindi nagpakita sa'kin? Tapos nang muli kaming magkita ay may kasama na siyang iba? Ang sakit di'ba? Para lang akong tinutusok ng kutsilyo sa dibdib habang pinagmamasdan silang dalawa na magkasama. Kasi wala akong magawa! Wala rin akong ideya kung anong nangyari sa taong mahal ko dahil basta niya lang akong iniwanan ere!" Puno ng hinanakit na kuwento ko sa kanya habang ako'y nakayuko at pilit na pinipigilan ang mga luha kong patuloy na nag-uunahan sa paglandas sa aking pisngi.

I promise, “But because that is the way I truly feel.” Selene is already shaking her head, tears welling in her eyes. “You’re being cruel.” She accuses. Tracing my hand up and down Selene’s spine, I search her expression, “How, sweetheart?” “Lying about loving someone is a horrible thing to do.” She informs me, eyes narrowed to slits. “You broke my heart once, wasn’t that enough?”

he pulled her by the nape of her neck, bringing her close to him, touching her forehead with his. “Those 3 weeks without you made me suffer like an insect trapped in a frozen ice cube...It freezes so much that it burns at the same time. I couldn't eat, couldn't sleep...and the pain in my heart, unbearable. I hated to see anyone when I missed your sweet face sooo much... What took you so long to come to me?...” Selena gulped

Selin thought to herself, her heart cold and steady, her mind flashing back to every single memory the insults, the beatings, the days she went hungry, the nights she cried herself to sleep, the way Alicia had looked at her like she was nothing more than dirt under her shoe. How could I forget the woman who treated me worse than a servant, who starved me, who beat me, who laughed when I cried? How could I forget you the evil mother-in-law, and you… She glanced at Rach, her expression still blank, her mind filled with years of pain and hate. …the wicked, vicious, scheming first love who wrecked my marriage, who ruined every chance I had at happiness, who made sure I suffered every single day

I will marry and not die Flip: So it's just a deal Frank: Yes Philip: But that doesn't mean she's really beautiful Frank careless: Like everyone else, they are all women Philip maliciously: Yes, but that did not prevent your jealousy when Laura mentioned that she was the candidate for Stefan's engagement Frank, and his jaw hardened, indicating his anger at Philip's mention of the matter: It is not jealousy, but I do not like to attribute what is mine to others, even if it is verbally He knows that his brother's heart is money for his fiancée, but he will not confess easily. ******************* They came out of the restaurant after the end of their work, under the eyes of eyes watching silent

Shocked and hurt, she stood frozen, her mind reeling from the painful realization of his infidelity. Elena trudged wearily back to her humble abode, her heart heavy with sorrow and despair. The night had been a cruel torment, ripping apart her dreams and leaving her shattered. Meanwhile, Liam reveled in the intoxicating embrace of passion and desire, finding solace in the arms of a captivating woman he had encountered in the secluded confines of the club's private room.

I said, guilt heavy in my voice. She scoffed. “Bitch, who told you he’s going to marry her?” she said with a chuckle. “If I were you, I’d sleep with the guy that’s been driving me crazy like my life depends on it.” “But… I’ll feel guilty,” I whispered. “Girl, do you. You want his love, right? Then have him, and let him go after. Mike knows exactly what he’s doing. No guy does all that for ‘just friendship.’ He’s a professional cheat.” she said and I swallowed hard.

Or it might not. Life would slide back into routine—work, school, family dinners, pretending. Either way, the sin had been worth it. Every stolen breath. Every bruising grip. Every pulse of heat when he filled her. Every single burning second. They’d carry it like a secret under their skin—quiet, simmering, always there if they ever needed to burn again.