Lies Of Your Love Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I could feel his emotions bleeding through—his pain, his gratitude, and his love—all mingling into that one kiss. When we finally pulled apart, breathless and dizzy, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Speaking of love, there’s something you should see,” he said, his voice gruff but steady. He handed me the phone. On the screen was a news clip. Bianca Graham, smug and radiant, was standing beside Camille—Nathan’s wife. The two of them had called a press conference, spreading venomous lies about me and Adrian. “Claire just showed me this,” I said, my jaw tightening as I handed the phone back. “That’s why I came to find you... and then overheard you and Vincent.”

Valerian said as he was drying his hair using the fabric towel. Zelia turn her back to look at him, then she hand the red book to him. "How to make a girl fall in love... really?"A teasing grin appears on her lips. Valerian face reddened as he immediately hide the book, "I-It's n-not mine."He's stammering as he's trying to explain it to Zelia. Zelia just chuckles, "So, are you saying that it's from someone? Oho... are you cheating on me?"She said as her brows raised.

I looked at Aunt Eloisa when she slowly released me, a trace of confusion in her expression. "Why? Isn't it true?! Nothing really happen, right? Now, tell me, who got you pregnant?!" "Have you forgotten about the party last week?! We made love!" "Love your face! Ha! Me? I guess you're with someone else that time. You were drunk then, weren't you? Don't fucking trick me, Hailey!" I shook my head. He's lying… I'm sure he is and he's just making a way to escape his responsibility.

He had to be honest, though—it was for his sister’s publications project. "Maybe... I’m not sure yet. It felt like admiration that faded after a week." Sounded more like infatuation. "How many girlfriends have you had?" Another dumb question. "One in high school and one in college." "Do you believe that love is blind?" Definitely not! Love is about acceptance. He placed his palm on his face, realizing this questionnaire was probably just part of Ashley’s joke. She knew he hated talking about his love life. Sipping his coffee, he moved on to the next question—then nearly choked when he read it.

he smiles pressing his forehead on mine. "You love that book the black tulip by Alexandre Dumas. You always fascinated me with your faves and likes of the works by humans," he trails his finger on my jawline. "So, would you take this stupid ass Alpha as your boyfriend and mate?" he ask again and I could hear nervousness in his voice. I pull him down to me "yes I would love that" he was to kiss me but I stopped him. Our face just inches away from each other "I don't want to hear you calling yourself stupid ass Mate" my nose brushing against his.

she said. She sighed wistfully and dropped down on the bed. “Mak, I think I’m in love.” She slipped her hands between her legs and squeezed them shut. “Disgusting, Jay. We need to hurry.” “No, seriously, Mak. He was like a porn star. I’m keeping him on speed dial.” I shook my head, knowing she was dead serious. We went to the restaurant downstairs and by the time we got to the car it was after one and Jay was cursing silently.

I formed the intention to protest very clearly in my mind and then his fingers shifted the fabric and drove one finger into my wet dripping puxxy and the moan that came out of my mouth was not small or manageable. "Ahh…" "Your body is lying, Lia." His voice was rough against my ear, close, too close. "Tell me again how much you want to leave. Tell me you want to break up with me." I bit down on my lower lip so hard I could feel the pressure of my own teeth. He was moving too slow. I could feel how slow he was and it was deliberate and targeted and my hips were trying to change that equation entirely on their own and he was not cooperating.

Don't fuckin tell me you've fallen in love with this man? My stomach twisted. “I...i ..I haven’t. It’s... complicated. He’s dragging his feet on the divorce from Jayla. Election season, headlines—he’s paranoid.” “Paranoid? Or smart?” The voice sharpened, like a knife edge. “You’ve been in that house for months now, belly swelling like a trophy. If you’re not his wife on paper soon, you’re exposed. And if you’re exposed, I expose you. Everything—the lies, the setups, the money trails. Poof. Gone.”

“I never loved you. I was with you because you’re rich. Because you have money, and power, and influence. I needed someone to take care of me, to give me the life I wanted. And you were perfect. You were so easy to manipulate. So eager to believe that I loved you. I used you, Liam. That’s all it was. I used you for your money.” Liam shook his head, taking a step forward, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. “No,” he said, his voice rising. “That’s not true. You’re lying. I know you’re lying. I saw the way you looked at me. I felt the way you held me. I know you loved me. You can’t tell me that none of it was real.”

“He loves her, Sharon. Maybe that’s enough.” Sharon sniffed, unconvinced, “but he loves you to. I know my son.” “You think Denver still loves me?” “Of course, you never forget your first love.” Leah fell silent. She didn’t want to argue, but she knew, deep down, that it was she who was the one to break his heart. But maybe just maybe Sharon was right.—Love can be messy, complicated, imperfect—but it’s love.