Novel & Cerita Love In Disguise

I recognize the voice to belong to Travis Richardson, our house's head of security. I look between the door, Janice and her unknown friend repeatedly. Janice just stands there with her hands crossed across her chest,staring back at me with expressionless eyes. Her face is stilled masked like it was last night but I can easily make out that it's her. Her friend suddenly goes on her knees and starts rubbing her palms together, "Sir, please! Sir all we did was come to take food because we are hungry, please pity..." She starts to sob in a loud whisper. Janice pauses her speech by putting her right hand over her friend's mouth, the other hand lying on her waist.

My eyes never stopped searching for any sign of the man behind the mask, but all I found was the cold, distant figure of Damien Sterling, the man who now claimed me as his wife. As I took my seat among the guests, the reality of the union sank in deeper than ever before. I was no longer Aurora—the girl with dreams of freedom and love untainted by expectation. I was now a symbol of an alliance, a piece in a grand, impersonal strategy. And as the last echoes of the ceremony faded into the background, the memory of that intense, lingering kiss remained—a bittersweet taste of what could have been, forever trapped between duty and desire.

Another person laughed indistinctly and responded to what he said: "Micheal is not shy, that's how he behaves. He is just being mindful" Micheal stepped close to Vivian and they stared at each other for a while. Micheal couldn't stand her and was now reluctant to kiss her. Even after the rites, he didn't feel any emotions for her. Vivian feels disgusted when she sights him. She couldn't stand his touch, it was irritating. Micheal brings his mouth close to hers as she succumbs to her reality and kissed him. They kissed so passionately which made the pack believe they loved each other.

Yet, beneath the façade of marital bliss, a shadow lurked, threatening to shatter the illusion of perfection. As the day unfolded, Isabella moved through the opulent halls of the mansion with practiced grace, her smile never faltering even as doubts gnawed at the edges of her mind. There were moments, fleeting and ephemeral, when she sensed a distance between herself and Alexander, a chasm widening with each passing day but she was a master at burying her fears beneath layers of poise and composure, clinging to the belief that love could conquer all, until an anonymous package arrived.

I reached out and placed a hand on his arm. "Trust me, Bianca will recover soon. She's a strong woman, she will fight for her life." I reassured. Timothee stared at me for a moment. I saw a glimmer of hope, his expression was so genuine but there was an intensity that made my heart pound. "You know, Malia. I was hoping you were Bianca. I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this stupid thing, to disguise someone as my fiancée." he said.

You’re a girl pretending to be something you’re not. Rian took a sharp breath and closed her eyes, trying to quiet the storm rising in her chest. This was the risk she had known she’d face. The entire plan—the disguise, the false name, the endless preparation—it had always come with this possibility. She couldn’t show her true strength. She couldn’t fight without restraint. She couldn’t shift without exposing everything. Of course the rankings didn’t see that. They saw what she wanted them to see. What she needed them to see.

“It’s just that there is such thin line between love and hate.” “Nope, not this one. No love, no line. Just pure hatred.” “Are you sure? What if what you call ‘hate’ is just a deep liking for Dominic buried in your subconscious?” Imogen asked, a teasing smile on her face. Maeve narrowed her eyes at her. “No, Imogen, just….no.” “Fine. I won’t say I told you so when it happens.” “Nothing is going to happen, Imogen. Seriously, what have you been watching?”

It's glaring that my bestie is all over this guy. The short period of time they've spent together was enough to make them fall in love with each other. It's just that their love is in disguise, portraying what they are not and what they don't want, which makes it harder for them to accept their true feelings for each other. Soon, I saw both of them heading inside the lodge, and I knew something hot was about to happen, especially the way Charles was staring at her like he was ready to devour her. I thought of a plan to stop them from entering the lodge even if Charlotte wouldn't be happy about it. I smiled to myself when I came up with a plan and I was about to stop them when Liam came to me

"Doris, I think this is exactly what Carla suspects. A trap, designed to look like betrayal from every possible angle. He's not naming me because he loves me more than you. He's naming me because he knows refusing will cost me something painful, and because he knows the timing will hurt you specifically, precisely when you'd finally started letting yourself believe something honest had passed between you." Doris turned to face her fully, tears bright in her eyes despite her visible effort to hold them back. "How do you stay so certain about what's manipulation and what's real, with a man like him? I stood in that room an hour ago and genuinely believed, for the first time in my entire life,

He finally broke the silence, " The more I wore this, the more it consumed me. I lost myself in the process, but you -- you found me" I couldn't get myself to agree with him but I had to act like it. "I need to know that you get it though, that you understand why I'm hurt " I said "I do get it, Mariam. Doing this was hard, trust me. But I was falling in love with you, I had to stop changing and disguising." He said, running his hand through his head. What was that? Love? I leaned forward, studied his face thoroughly, to see if he showed any sign of seriousness.