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A long-lost diary surfaced, hidden away for decades, holding the key to a truth more devastating than we could have ever imagined. Trembling hands held the aged pages, the words within them inked with the emotions of a woman long gone. With bated breath, I began to read, each word unraveling a haunting tale that sent shivers down my spine. The diary belonged to my mother, unveiling the darkest chapter of her life—a forbidden love affair with none other than Isabella's late husband, Charles Blackwood. Their bond had been kept secret, their love flourishing in the shadows while Isabella maintained her iron grip over the family.

there was nothing to hide anymore my body was drenched completely hugging my body’s curve revealing what’s beneath the illusive baroque pattern . He can see my body . He gently succeeded in pulling off the dress from my body and stared at my eyes at the various mixed emotions we can see in each other's eyes. kissing every part of my body he backed away he whispered in my ear as he gently went on top of me. “You know that I really love you right “ as he finished his word he kissed me , pressed his lean body on my drench one. As our lip parted , I uttered “Do love really feels like that if so then it is really something to die for “. She said closing her eyes.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

It had been a long time since I had lost myself in a book, but one title called to me. I pulled it from the shelf and opened it to a random page, then brought it close to my face. I breathed in the scent of the paper, remembering all those days I had cried over the pages of different books, all because Hudi was gone. I settled onto the sofa, tucking my legs under a soft blanket. I stretched out, getting comfortable before I began to read. Once I was settled, I looked at the title again: *If Only He Loved Me*.

Pointing at him, I yelled, "Why don't you go find Scarlett? Where are you hiding her now? Henry, just looking at you now makes me sick!" He panicked, "I haven’t seen her again ever since that day!" I sneered, "You dare not admit it! You never mentioned your first and unrequited love. For four years, you've been so attentive to me. But it's all been a sham!" So we had our biggest quarrel in five years. He vehemently denied still being entangled with Scarlett, while I stubbornly refused to trust him. In reality, I knew he didn’t dare to see Scarlett during these days.

He set the glass down and crossed to me, stopping just close enough that I could smell his cologne dark, expensive, dangerously familiar. “Notebook?” he asked. I lifted the leather-bound book like a shield. My handwriting inside had grown filthier with every page he made me add. He took it from my hands, flipped it open to the newest entry, and read my words aloud in that low, commanding voice. “‘I vow to spread you open and taste how desperate you are for a man you shouldn’t want.’” My breath caught. I’d written it at 3 a.m. last night, fingers trembling, shame and arousal warring until I gave in and put it on paper.

My fingers were trembling. His weren’t. He laced them through mine. And we drove like that for miles, two fugitives with a shared breath and a growing bond stitched together by fear, fire, and the very thing neither of us dared to name yet— Hope. --- Author's Note Thank you so much for reading Chapter Nine of Until the Lie Loved Me! Things are heating up for Celeste, and the stakes are only going to climb from here. What did you think of the escape? The moment in the car? The growing tension between Celeste and the man she’s starting to trust?

That afternoon, after a couple of hours studying with Aine in the meadow, I got back to my room to find something wrapped in fabric on my bed. I opened it and blushed so hard my ears burned. It was a translucent, low-cut petticoat. The short bodice wouldn’t cover my navel, and the long skirt was made with two independent folds of fabric that didn’t close by the front, nor behind. Then I noticed the small piece of paper that had fallen on the bearskin. I grabbed it and found three words written in a right-atilt, beautiful handwriting, big and clear so I could read it without any problem: I love you.

She asked me to keep it safe, and I would know what it was for one day. Putting the watch and the box down, I got up from the table and went to my office. In a hidden access panel under the bookshelf was a safe. Using Hayden’s birthday to open it, I pulled out the necklace her mother gave me, which had a teardrop locket with a key inside.

he finally said. He took out the scroll again: “And find the ones they loved beside the fourth tip of the cross.” He looked around the graveyard. “This must be the place. These are the ‘ones they loved.’ This must be the fourth tip of the cross. There is nowhere else it could be,” he said, scanning the yard. “Yet I see nothing that hints at where the sword is hidden. Do you?” Caitlin look around the small yard again, as the sun lit it a blood red. She sighed. No. There were no clues whatsoever.