Love And Deceit Novels & Stories

I didn't do it, but I did give him a good beating. Mel never found out about it, and she doesn't need to know. But as a father, I couldn't let it go unnoticed. The guy married my girl to take advantage of the good life and then cheated on her. It's outrageous. He pretended to love her so much, and we all trusted him. He seemed like a great guy, caring for my daughter. Mel, with no experience, fell madly in love with him, and he deceived her completely, cheating on her in their own bed. I still remember the depression Melissa went through. She suffered tremendously because of that jerk, and I won't let Ricardo do the same to her, playing with her feelings and then going back to his fiancée.

my husband, my love, that was built on lies. “You didn’t marry me because you loved me,” I whispered. “You married me because I was compensated for my fathers life. For my ruined childhood!!.” And in that moment..I broke down and screamed. “So it was a Marriage of Deceit? It was all an orchestrated game for you all?”

For Deirdre, it was only ever about getting her way. “You never loved me,” I muttered. “You only ever loved yourself.” Deirdre’s jaw tightened. “You have no idea what I gave up for you,” she said. “I did love you. I do love you.” “You mean choosing to spend over ten years of your life maniacally plotting, changing your face with plastic surgery, and manipulating a young woman into drugging me?” I shot back. “That’s not love, Deirdre. I don’t quite know what it is, but it’s certainly not love.”

She looked at Randall, the man she had loved and deceived, and felt a pang of regret so deep it threatened to consume her. "Randall," she pleaded, her voice breaking. "Please, I... I was misguided. I loved you. I did everything because I loved you." Randall's expression remained impassive. "Love?" he spat, his voice laced with bitterness. "You don't know the meaning of the word. Your love was nothing but control and manipulation. You used your dark magic to twist our lives, to murder and deceive. You have no place here, no mercy to be found."

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i

he asked, lifting one brow, clearly unconvinced. I sighed and looked away. "Because it wouldn't work. We'd get tired of each other in a week. And I know you, Jim. You say you love me, but is it really me you love? Or the money and connections I bring with every campaign, every shoot?" His face fell, the corners of his lips twitching downward. "That's a cruel thing to say, Julliane. I really do love you, you know." "I believe you—partly," I admitted. "But your kind of love feels more like possession. Like keeping your most valuable asset close. That's not the kind of love I want. It's not the kind I deserve."

I said, my voice steady but burning with anger. She catwalked back to me, “Someone I respect said, the love grows after being married,” she giggled. “If you don't want to, I would have no choice but to let grandma know about the past relationship you had and might still have towards your enemy's daughter.” My hands clenched into fists, “How can a person change overnight?” I said, anger laced beneath my words. Her hands caressed my chest, “Love made me,” she said, chuckling. “I would be waiting for you in the bedroom Chelo.”

I managed to say out of my cracky male voice. The ghoul laughed. “Do you think you could have survived so long without eating or drinking? Why don't you think back to that day you spent under the bridge, what about us? You said you love me. What really happened? Blocked it out have we? I would too. You came to a sticky end, my love. Then you came to me. I can't manipulate the living half as well as I can the dead. And that's what you are. So let's stop all the pretence and get on with the game. Choose a card.” she said with tears in her eyes. Within another switch she was walking naked towards me with a baby in her hand,I could hardly see her or the baby,she looked so angry,but yet so in lov

And trust me when I say I’m no player, because I’m honestly not. Eighty-five percent of these girls were clearly after status and fame. Searching for a wealthy bachelor they see fit and the other fifteen percent were just too clingy, declaring their love for me and hoping to become Mrs De Luca. such delusional women. I assume you can’t help but wonder what my type is and in all honesty. I don’t have a type, but all these women just seemed to lack something I looked for in a woman... “originality”. Anyway, I have totally given up on all this relationship drama, as the hopes of finding love give you the harmful torment of burning up inside. So relationships are a thing of the past. Rather, I’v

"Who are you to ask me that?" "You can never fool me, Mia. You are the same Mia and whether you like it or not I won't be deceived the second time" the way he had said it reminded me that he still thinks of me as a deceiver. "You've proven me right once again. You are not only sly but also shameless. How many guys do you want to trap into your walls of deceit. If you think your little stunt over there would aggravate me, trust me it won't because there can't be any way I would actually harbour feelings for you. You don't deserve to be loved"