Lies Of Your Love Catalina Writes Novels & Stories

"Make it up to me? Naomi, can you give me back my leg? Can you give me back my racing career? Who cares about the rest of your life? Don't ever come looking for me again." Naomi had ruined my life. All I wanted now was for her to disappear from it. "Spencer! Spencer!" She broke down sobbing as she watched me walk away. Then she suddenly shouted, "Did you ever love me at all during those seven years?!" My footsteps faltered. When I finally spoke, my voice was tinged with bitterness. "Naomi, I really did love you once. But now, all I want is for us to be strangers." Then I walked away.

I want to wash off the feeling of being a project that failed its final review in a house where the truth is treated like a nuisance. “Rough night?” I spin around. Standing there, looking perfectly composed and utterly treacherous, is Cassie. The girl who helped sell me back into this gilded cage is leaning against a lounge chair, swirling a drink. "You really should learn when to stop fighting the current, Claire," she says, voice smooth. "It’s much easier to just... float." "Easy for you to say," I snap, my eyes narrowing. “You were her favorite.” “Were?” She chuckles. “I like the word you used there. I was her favorite; she used to love me when I was a baby. But the moment I turned five,

I realized that I had taken her for granted, that I had assumed she would always be there. The thought sent a wave of panic through me. I had to make things right, had to convince Jayla that I still loved her. Maybe this whole charade with Kisha was a mistake. What was I thinking mann?! I let my cheating nature ruin the family I have built for years? Hell nah, I have to make things right. But it seems like it's too late. **Jayla's POV** I woke up to the most surreal experience. I was in a huge room on a luxurious island, surrounded by opulent furnishings. I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. But when I opened them again, it was all still there.

With reddened eyes, Lisa screamed hoarsely, "Heather, you're heartless! Do you know that now that this has blown up, Anthony not only has to pay compensation—if it isn't handled properly, he could even go to prison? "You keep saying you love him the most, but when he needs you the most, you're running abroad. Have you no shame?"

“You meant it enough to lie. You meant it enough to keep him in the dark and your fiancée, while stealing me from him.” Denver clenched his fists. “You told me you were happy that I had finally found someone to love, Marcus. You lied. Is there anything about you that’s real?” “Denver, I—” Marcus started, but the words faltered, guilt choking him. India stepped back, her dress whispering against the floor. “How long, Marcus? How many women have you been cheating with on me? How many lies have you told us?” Marcus’s voice was raw, pleading. “India, I love you. I do. Vanessa was hurt, and I was trying to console her when I became weak. I don’t want to lose you. I thought—”

"Helena! Have you lost your mind?! You dare touch my men?! "Don't forget who saved your life back then!" I did not retreat. I, Helena Antonio, was the sole heir of the Antonio family in Sicily, the Don's daughter. No one in this entire world, apart from my father, could make me bow. If I wanted to, I could have subdued him in a second. However, all I could see was Lily's pale face before she died. 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?"

Even if they were to cross paths, not in this form. "Aysel, what do you have to say about these accusations? My son claims you work in the Delham brothel. And your name is Catherine, which differs from the one you told us. This woman here also claims that you are her stepsister. So… what do you have to say about this?” Mrs. Lucinda inquired in frustration. Aysel was able to create a perfect lie in a matter of seconds. “Well,” she chuckled, folding her hands above her chest in pride. "This lady is lying against me because she wants to take my place as the family's daughter-in-law.

I insisted, my racing heart pounding in my ears. He blinked, looking down at his hands. "I care for her very much. But I don't know if it's love. Not like it was with Camila." The mention of Camila's name hung in the air like a heavy fog. I saw the pain cross Nelson's face, a quick moment of vulnerability that he immediately covered. "Nelson," I whispered gently, leaning forward, "Camila has hurt you. She's lied to you. She's not worthy of your love."

"Stay here with Amanda, Ms. Sanders. I'll take care of the fees." Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes as she stared at Jonathan gratefully. He patted her shoulder soothingly but shot me a dark look. "Tessa, if you apologize to Ms. Sanders and Amanda now, we can move past this." His words stabbed through me like a dagger. The burning sensation on my calf was nothing compared to my heartbreak at that moment. I stared at the man I had loved for the last six years. A bitter smile etched upon my bloodless face as I relented. "Fine. I'm sorry."

"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!