Love In Disguise Novels & Stories

I screamed in his face then realization hit me, "All of this grand gesture you were doing, visiting me when I lost my mother, taking me away from the world.... Was all this a charade, were you playing me? This time I want a direct response from you and don't give me that crap about loving me cause now I know that I all of this to you was just a silly chess game..." He let go of my hand but still had me pinned to the wall, I wouldn't lie that I wasn't shaking cause I was, I was even at the verge of peeing in pants as beads of sweat rolled from my forehead down to my knee.... "I needed a reason to lure my family out of the mansion so I could get something out of there and the idea of me runnin

Narrator's POV. After giving divorce to Raj, Disha had nothing without her career. Disha started focusing on her career and forgot Raj. At that time her life again started to play a tragic game with her. In the end Raj got married to Riya.Disha went to the balcony of the marriage hall. She looked at the dark black sky. The stars which were sprinkling there, glittering lights on the earth. She looked at the full moon. Tears started to fall from her eyes. She remembered the day of her marriage. Suddenly, she felt cold, muscular hands on her shoulder."Ahh" Disha yelled in fear. "D, it is me," a dark, passionate male voice replied. Disha, being relaxed, looked at the man. "Anish!! What are you d

She entered with a gentle embrace, offering a silent solidarity that transcended words. As we settled on the edge of the bed, the truth spilled from my lips in hushed tones, each syllable laden with the weight of betrayal. "Lydia, those love letters from Isabella... they're fake. Alexander went to great lengths to deceive me, crafting a past that never existed." Lydia's eyes widened in disbelief, mirroring the shock and anguish etched across my features. "Evelyn, why would he do such a thing? What purpose does it serve to fabricate a love story?"

A wariness. And yet, my heart… my heart is still the same. Still foolishly, stubbornly in love with Arthur, even after everything. I just hope his heart is the same, too. I hope Ezra is right that she’s… doing something to him. That this is all fixable and our love was never a lie. “Here,” Alice says, breaking into my thoughts. She holds out a pair of glasses with clear lenses—my Flora disguise, which I haven’t worn in ages. “Don’t forget these.”

His voice trembled but did not break. "Then I fell in love with someone I shouldn't have. According to every rule. Every law. Every idea I'd ever been taught. But it wasn’t predatory. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t even wanted, not at first. It just happened. It grew. It saved me." He paused. The room was silent, still. No one moved. "And when the world found out, they called me a disgrace. They called him worse. They said our love was sick. They said we ruined a family. They said I needed therapy. That I was confused. Abused. Manipulated. Some of them said I should die."

Landon stood up and gave me a small, reassuring nod. “Good. Keep your mask on a little longer, Victoria. The reward is almost here, and once you’re married, we’ll have everything we’ve worked for. Grey Global will be ours.”

"I don't know. But I'd like to find out." His smile is like a sunrise after the longest night. Sometimes the best love stories aren't about pretending to be someone else. They're about finally being brave enough to be yourself.

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She suggested, "Why don't you just divorce her? Then, we can be together openly, without hiding anymore." To her surprise, Reynold looked at her with disgust and shoved her away harshly. He snapped, "What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" He continued, "Adrianna is my wife—how could I possibly divorce her? Just leave—I don't want to see you anywhere near me or her ever again. I don't want to upset her." Monica's expression froze as she asked in disbelief, "What did you say? Reynold, didn't you tell me I was your favorite?"

"Not really. For a long time you've been a huge mystery to me that only got darker and larger after that one faithful Sunday afternoon when I did the scariest thing in my life and came over to your house in just a shirt, skirt, and shoes. But the more I know the real you, the easier it's getting to see through all the layers of pretense and defensive mechanisms, and once you let me in, you're not really that much of a mystery anymore." "Damn, and there I thought I did such a good job at deceiving you," I joke, but her light smile makes me go serious instantly again. "Thank you. For putting up with me through all this. And still loving me." Her kiss is soft and gentle, and now it's her eyes t