Novel Luka Hati Seorang Istri Romane & Geschichten

Instead, she placed the glass of milk on Luke's desk. She kept her eyes on Luke's face. The more she looked at him, the more she liked him. Luke's appearance really suited her taste. Not only that, she liked his personality as well. The more she liked Luke, the more she wanted the man to be hers. "Luke, I have something to ask you..." Lena went on her tiptoes and sat on Luke's desk. "I have a friend... a guy. His wife betrayed him. She became pregnant with another man's child before they got married. My friend had been kept in the dark about this and was raising another man's child." Lena looked at Luke as she said those words.

"I endured your torture, but you and your toxic family almost killed my daughter!" "What more do you want from me?!" Luka's face contorted into something dark and ugly. "My dad is literally behind bars right now!" he roared. "You already took every single asset to your name, what more could you possibly want?!" He took a menacing step closer. "Or maybe you've already moved on to a new boyfriend? You played the victim, stole everything from me, and now you're rushing to jump into another man's bed? Wow, Selina. I never realized you were such a ruthless, calculating bitch. No wonder Abby said you were deeply manipulative!"

"Tell me about her; not the version you gave me before, the full truth—I want to hear it from you, not through walls." Luca set down his cup, his hands trembling slightly. "That's not a conversation for -" "Yes, it is," Sienna interrupted. "You said you wanted honesty between us, wanted truth instead of pretty lies; so tell me the truth about where this obsession comes from, about why you can't let go." They moved to the living room, sitting on opposite ends of the couch with careful distance between them; Luca stared at his hands for a long time before speaking. "Her name was Isabella," he began quietly. "Isabella Romano, though she'd been Isabella Conti before marrying into my father's wor

I should leave the house today, keep it pretty, and have fun. Standing this close to Luca, I can feel the burning rage within him; they have a serious fight. I feel special knowing it is about me. Luca moves to the door that is the only entrance that is constantly open; he locks the door shut, stuffing the key into his pants. "I would love to see you look pretty and walk out of that door to go have fun." Luca blows a kiss to his wife before turning about and leading me to the study. "Now that we are here, what next?" Luca asks why resting casually on the couch that is positioned by the wall beside him is a shelf of fiction books. His library is rich in books, shelves, and genres.

Every search party that came out empty-handed and every file that was closed was undoing him steps deeper. She was like dagger buried in his heart, it would kill him if it was left buried and it would kill him it was extracted. She was raw poison to him. His Boss was usually wise and level-headed but it had been like this since his one foolishness, Svetlana. The girl was the cause of all this! Ivana was the perfect wife for his Boss. She was an upright woman with a decent background, a beautiful alluring face, had the eloquent upbringing and to add a cherry on top, she was knee-deep in love with him but Luca was blinded by that temptress!

NOTE: This book is a sequel to my first book name 'Love and lies' but you guys can read this book as a stand-alone book as well because I planned to add all the main points of the first book in this one so you won't have to read the previous part all you guys have to do is to wait patiently until I reveal them one by one as per the plot requirements. Thanks. °^°^°^° Elie "Elina, My Sweetheart, where are you hiding?" Hearing his velvet voice made me drop into a pool of sweat as I gulped my saliva in fear.

This body was filled with hatred for the man with dark eyes; hatred for herself and her family. When the images of suicide appeared, Ishtar screamed. She could feel the pain and emptiness of death. She could feel everything the owner of this body felt until her last breath. She crashed into a vase, staggering backwards. Her shoulders struck the bedpost as she dropped to her knees, clutching her head. Her memories and the body’s memories tore through her head like wildfire. Lillia. That was her name. She was a highborn princess, a foreigner in a strange land, a Luna, Queen to an Alpha King she never loved. Betrayed. Used. Discarded.

Luciana said, making him halt on his track. "I am a bad Mum and wife and I know all of that. I was trying to protect my marriage from breaking apart. I wanted to be loved by my husband but some other woman was the one making his heart beat. Do you think that my heart was at peace? Every night I stayed awake and cried but nobody knew the pain I was passing through…" Luciana's voice trailed off. Her eyes have also welled up with tears. Alpha Marcus's heart began to melt as he began to feel pity for her.

I saw it sniff. "That's why we're like this and hurting like this. If it weren't for the beautiful people who are already attracted to our loved ones! " I fell silent suddenly. Mom is right.. I'm not just into that flirting and flirting. I hope Steven loves her now. But that is not what she expected. She thought I would make him deal with it. Steven is going to love her. But no. I still can't get his heart. She recalled her argument with Steven. "Your my wife in name only and on paper only. But my heart and my love will never be yours! "

"You were my first crush, my first real feelings for anyone. I'm telling you the truth." "That doesn't make any sense," I argued, anger suddenly scorching my veins. "If that was true, why were you so horrible during our marriage? Why did you treat me like you hated me?" "Because you betrayed me, Valeria. My feelings for you might have died somewhere down the line but I truly considered you a friend and that's why I let you back into my circle. It's why I turned a blind eye while you bullied Isis and tried to make her life miserable. You were wrong, Valeria. I could have forgiven you for anything else but not for what you did to Isis. I can never forgive you for killing the woman I loved and