Lie To Love Novels & Stories

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.

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“Let them see. Let them watch how I love you. How I claim what’s mine.” She moaned, and her legs wrapped around me. And then I was inside her. We made love like animals under the moonlight—raw, aching, passionate. I kissed every inch of her, told her I loved her with every thrust, every moan, every breath. “Mine,” I whispered. “You’re mine, Lisa.” “Yes,” she cried out. “I’m yours, Vincent. I love you!” Those words made my soul explode. “I love you too,” I gasped, pounding into her harder. “So much… too much…”

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The marriage I thought I had, the man I thought I loved—it had all been a lie from the very beginning. That grand wedding, that marriage certificate… all of it was not real. And I, like a fool, had believed it.

Not mine, anyway. --- We drove for hours. Past rivers. Past exits. Past the places where either of us used to exist. When we finally stopped again, it was near a gas station off the Georgia line. Celeste leaned her head against the window, eyes soft with exhaustion, her fingers still lightly curled around mine like she didn’t trust the world not to take me away if she let go. I watched the road ahead. Then I finally said it. “I love you.” She didn’t move for a second.

“Not so fast, you need to give us the details on how you were able to pull this off.” “Yeah…” the others added, nodding eagerly Martin leaned back, shaking his head, “She wasn't hard to fool. I told her what she wanted to hear, played the lover boy until she agreed to become my wife. And for all I know, she believes I am the perfect husband, the one she brags about to her friends.” As the laughter grew louder, my breath ceased. Each word felt like I was being stabbed with a knife. I felt a sharp ache replace the love I once felt.

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."

"Sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have lied to you. Actually, the plants in the bag in my room weren't Love Vines. Those are Soul-Binding Vines that a curse caster uses." When a person was cursed with it, they would develop a strong infatuation with the caster. That was why so many of the male employees at the company were obsessed with Tracy and Tracie!

A truly catastrophic one is a man who lies about his family, and then you stumble upon a skeleton in his closet. I need air, need space to clear my head. Stay calm, not recalling the sick feeling of being lied to for two good years. I trusted Levi; I believed everything he told me. I was certain he was the right man for me, like he's good enough in most important areas. He’s loving, kind, and treats me right. He's not abusive, not controlling, nor dominating. He supports my career, played a big role in improving my fame, and all. So why would he keep such a secret from me? Assuming this blew up when we were already married, how would I have reacted? Would it be worse? Would the truth come ou