Love In Disguise Novels & Stories

He lets go of me with a look of disgust, as if my touch is contagious. “You love me?” he scoffs, wiping my saliva off his hands with a tissue. “You love me so much that you fooled around while dating me. You love me so much that you got pregnant with someone else’s child and then ran away from our wedding, making me lose face. You love me so much that for five years you stayed involved with a married man as his mistress and then happily became his pawn so he could destroy me?” He claps slowly, mockingly. “What a pure love that is.” My blood turns cold.

“I doubt that.” Something in his gaze changed, intensified. “Because even in rut,” he murmured, stepping closer, “I see everything clearly.” Then he said it. “Even through the disguise.” My heart stopped. Disguise? He leaned in, voice low and terrifyingly certain. “I know exactly who I’m confessing to,” his eyes devoured mine as he closed the distance completely. “And I know who I want.” His fingers brushed my cheek, soft but sure. My breath caught violently in my throat.

The couple was satisfied after a session of profuse sweating. They lay down beside each other with their fingers intertwined. They both panted for air as they stared up at the ceiling together. The next second, Belle broke the silence. "Honey, look at me." Grayson turned to face Belle, who had already reverted to her original appearance, holding the disguise in her hand. Grayson found Belle's disguise attractive but not as captivating as Belle herself. The couple was so desperate that Belle didn't even have the time to take off her makeup before they started making love.

"She noticed." "She notices everything." Something that wasn't quite a laugh escaped me, hollow, tired. "That's the problem, Soren. I built this disguise to survive a few weeks of quiet investigation. I never planned for falling in love with the one person in this house I'm lying to every single day." Soren didn't have an answer for that, and I didn't expect one. He'd watched me through enough of this now to know there wasn't a clean solution sitting somewhere I'd simply overlooked.

he gave me an awkward smile. "Come. Let's go to the living room."mother said and they all responded. As Anu was going to leave, I grabbed his arm. "Who are you? Why did you disguise yourself as my husband? What connection do the two of you share?"I asked him as I pinned him to the wall. "Is it bad to disguise myself? Do you find me attractive and handsome that you can't focus on something else?"he teased. The expression on his face showed that he was teasing me while his eyes said a different story. They showed much love and affection for me.

I open the shower tap and stand under the water for almost thirty minutes before using bathing gel on the body, the stress within me was still there but I feel more fresh than usual it may be because I told the truth to elie. I came out of the shower, I saw elie is sleeping on my bed, I laid beside her she put her hands on my chest softly She is in deep sleep. Elina definitely carries a different type of aroma with herself that's helped me to comfort but I can't ignore the fact that she still hasn't said she loves me too. "I have to wait for her confession" I whisper and slept with her while taking her in my arms for the rest of the night.

It made me aware that I was only wearing a cloth that covered just my boobs and a boxer. “Why?” I asked, wanting him to go further this time. “Because I love you.” Thane growled. “I'm in love with you.” I reached for him, and we kissed. He gave my butt a soft squeeze as his hands carried me up almost immediately. Before I could speak a word, I was pinned against the wall. He kissed my neck as he removed the boxer I wore. He changed directions to the bed almost immediately. “I need you now.” I begged, kissing him again.

Not now. Some truths… are too dangerous to speak out loud. So for now, I have to ask you to trust something you cannot see. Before I can tell the truth… I have to live a lie. Just know this— No matter where I go… No matter what happens… I will always love you. And I know… in some way… you will always love Michelle. That is something I have accepted. Even if it hurts. Goodbye, John. For now. —Jasmine ⸻

The girl looking back at me was different. “No more naïve Mrs.,” I said quietly. “I’m the heiress of the Avila Cooperative.” “And I win.” Pain burned behind my eyes. Betrayal by love. Betrayal by proximity. At least Dad still had someone loyal. Mr Peter. I didn’t. I opened my drawer and took out my red lipstick. One by one, I cut out the men in suits from the photos. I pasted their faces onto the mirror. Under each face, I wrote:

“You’ve already taken my company. You’ve already taken my control. Do you need to take every person who still respects me as well?” “This has nothing to do with you.” “It has everything to do with me!” The words came out sharper than I expected. “You don’t punish people for disagreeing with you. You punish them because they used to work for me. You’re still trying to erase every part of my life that doesn’t belong to you.” Something dark flickered across his face. “That sounds rich coming from someone who erased me and our child from her life.” “Don’t,” I said quietly. “You walked away,” he continued, standing up. “You took the money and left. Now you stand here acting like I’m the only one