Romans & histoires His Lies Traps And Love

“Forever, even in silence.” I remember our first night together, the way he trembled when he touched me, how he made love to me like he was discovering religion for the first time. He kissed every part of me like I was made of prayers. When it was over, he pressed his forehead to mine and said, “I will never let anything take you from me.” Funny how the world makes liars of lovers. Noah didn’t ask about his father much. And when he did, I’d give vague answers. “He was strong,” I’d say. “Smart. A man of big dreams.” All of which were true, even if the truth itself was a lie.

Tristian and I have been together for two years. Engaged for six months. I knew he had his problems. But cheating? That’s where I draw the line. I let out a quiet scoff. That arrogant idiot. Two years of my life. And this is what I get? Yes, it started as business. But somewhere along the line… I fell for him. I was loyal. He said he loved me. I shake my head slightly. My fault for believing a man anyway. They always fail me. I take a slow sip of my wine and release a deep sigh.

I let out a laugh. “And do you have any fucking Idea what love is? you chased her out of your house, her being kidnapped is your fault. Will you say you love her?” “At least I don't pretend to be perfect. Let my wife go Lucas, you don't have to do this, we used to be close.” “Fuck you and fuck you're closeness, you ain't got shit to do with me now.” I saw Jonathan with the corner of my eye, he fired the gun at Lucas.

She turned back and walked towards Kyle, she looked at him before looking at me, with a glare "No one will ever love you, you will never get a man as good as Kyle. You are pathetic Tara, sorry to say but no one likes a girl who keeps secrets from her boyfriend." Damn, she always gets me, I hate the fact she always gets to my head. She turned back and was about to leave when I stop her, I walked towards her and stood right in front of her, staring into her eyes "For your kind information Maria, you are the pathetic one, not me, if I remember clearly, Kyle didn’t cheat on me, actually, we were playing each other." I said before I looked at Kyle. It hurts me to lie but I have no other choice, I

She barely recognized him herself. One evening, after another fruitless day of searching, Naomi sat alone on a bench by the roadside. When she looked up, a giant screen overhead showed Chase and Brielle posing intimately for the cameras for a magazine cover. Suddenly, Naomi wanted to laugh. She didn't know what she had been sacrificing all these years. The happiness she'd been chasing had been in her hands the entire time. She could have had a champion husband and spent the rest of her life with him. Instead, she'd become Chase's mistress who couldn't even stand beside him openly.

Warmth was just the prelude to a trap. He had tried to escape it once. He had tried to love someone honestly. A girl with soft eyes and a laugh like water. She’d been his only clean thing. Then the betrayal came: the way her hand held another’s, her signature on papers that gave away everything he’d built. That day he’d learned his last lesson: love was power, and whoever didn’t hold the power would be crushed by it.

Ashley stared into Tristan's brown eyes, her heart racing at the sincerity and sincerity they held. "I'm not good at lying, because I'm a doctor, trained to always tell patients the truth, no matter how serious their condition," Tristan continued. "If I lied, I'd probably face a lot of lawsuits from patients who feel I've disappointed them with my lies. So, if I lied, you'd know right away." Ashley nodded slowly. "I know, honey, you're the most honest man I've ever known." "I'd rather taste the bitterness of honesty than the sweetness of lies," Tristan said. "And one of my most sincere truths is that I can't find any way or words to express how much I love you."

The basement that reeked with the stench of blood was finally opened just as I was about to lose consciousness. Ignazio Corelli scooped me up into his arms and held me tightly like he felt immensely sorry for me. He said, "Carlotta, you almost caused the famiglia's counterintelligence plan to fail. I had to punish you harshly to give the members an explanation. You know you're the one I love the most. Once I successfully use Chiara to carry out the plan, we'll be able to go back to how things were before."

Covered in blood, her voice weak as she whispered, "Mom… When will Dad come home… I'll be good… I won't eat candy… I won't ask for hugs… As long as Dad comes back and loves me a little more… Okay?" At that moment, my heart turned to ash. I stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, the last trace of warmth in my chest extinguishing completely. Memories surged. Six years ago, during a power struggle within the family, I was betrayed by the underboss I trusted most. At the critical moment, Blake took a bullet for me. Back then, he was nothing–just an illegitimate son struggling at the bottom. After I recovered, he confessed to me, blushing, that it was love at first sight.

I also didn't care if I was considered barbaric because I wouldn't let myself be trampled on anymore. After that, I walked quickly until I reached the bed. I pointed at Elio. "If you really love my sister and already have a child with her, you don't need to marry me and get me pregnant, you bastard!" Elio stood up immediately. "You're pregnant?" I chuckled sarcastically. "Is that important to you now?" "Lia, I can explain—" "Explain what? That you've actually been cheating on me since I was in prison? That you don't really love me and you love Lith? You'd better shut up!"