Spanish Love Deception Novels & Stories

Santi said flatly. “No! That’s a lie! My grandfather would never do that!” “But he did.” Uno moved closer to her, his gaze unwavering. He gripped her chin tightly, making her wince. Terror flooded her face as she met his emotionless eyes. “You tried to kill me… and because of that, I almost lost my wife.” “B-but she’s not your real wife—you know it’s just a contract! I hate that you chose her to play pretend with you when I could have done it so much better, Juaquin. I could be a good wife to you—”

I love you, I love you too Ash…. (Christabel heads towards where Kelly is seated and converses with her) Eddy right? Dam, he still got it. What do you want, Christabel? Kelly asks. Why so hostile? I come in peace. Can I have what she's having? Christabel says to the waiter, as she moves her seat closer. I saw you talking to Eddy, not sure what he told you, but I felt I needed to tell you something. I slept with Eddy at Jessica's second wedding. Why are you telling me this? Don't believe anything he tells you. Eddy is a liar and a cheat. After we slept together, we kept on hooking up secretly. He promised he was going to break up with you and be with me, but he never did. Remember the night y

Deacon choked, coming to the realization, shocking all of them as they all realized the truth. “It was him all along,” Jovita said, remembering how she was obsessed and deeply in love with Torvald, but the moment Juno kissed her she snapped out of the spell. “I wasn’t truly in love with him. He used a spell,” Jovita said softly, staring blankly ahead as it all returned to her. To this day, she still had nightmares about it and could never understand why Torvald was the evil man doing all those bad things to her, but now it made sense to her. FLASHBACK

And how he’d swept my feet off into a passionate and all-consuming relationship. From the first day he asked me out, we hadn’t spent a single day apart for several weeks. By the end of the first month of our whirlwind courtship, I finally said yes. And that moment, I experienced how sweet my first ‘I love you is. I had never been quite sure why he’s chosen me. It wasn’t as if I was inferior, but Alejandro Sancho was on that different level. He is the wealthiest man in Spain. He could pick his women the same status he had, but instead, he chose me.

Máximo never really loved her and that was the most painful stab Isabella could have received. Each of her words, gestures, caresses, kisses, touches, every smile and romantic moment, everything was planned, everything was faked by Maximo, he pretended that he loved her, he even went so far as to tell her that he loved her and it was all a deception in order to make her fall in love. Isabella felt hurt, mocked, and betrayed, but it was all her fault, how could she have believed that man, how could she have thought that he could fall in love with her?

His hands cupped my face gently as stared at eachother for a moment. And I couldn't deny the stir in my heart, the love we shared for the past two year over took my senses and I found myself leaning unto him because the man I was seeing was the Salvatore I knew, caring, pure and loving. ‘No, this can't happen. He killed my father and deceived me. I can't get laid by him,’ I said, internally and tried pushing me way but his strength overpowered mine. I was about to shout for help when an escape idea dropped in my mind. Marcello's vulnerable state was a good opportunity to escape from here, no one would know I had gone since they know we were in the same room.

Aaron widened his eyes and read the divorce agreement over and over again. He was in disbelief. “When did I sign this?” “Just now.” “You’re so despicable. You cheated and made me sign it! Is this man your lover?” Aaron did not give up. When I hesitated, Andrew nodded. “Elena and I are true loves. Please don’t bother Elena in the future, otherwise I won’t let you off the hook.” “Goodbye.” I no longer looked at Aaron.

"I love you, and I promise you, it will never happen again! I need you, Kylie. Please. Please forgive me!" ​He begged me again. And suddenly I no longer recognize the man I spent years, loving. ​I lifted my hand and slapped him. The sharp crack echoed in the empty hall. ​He didn't move, the shock rendering him immobile. ​"Don't tell me you love me," I hissed, my own face contorted with rage and pain. "Don't you ever say that to me again." ​I slapped him again, across the other cheek. ​"That's for the promise you swore you'd never break," I articulated clearly, my voice shaking with finality. "And that's for making me realize that the biggest mistake I ever made was choosing you over myself.”

The confession hung between us, heavy and sharp. “I love you,” I said quietly. “I am just human. I get angry and do the wrong things, but I really do love you, Ayala”. She looked away. That was the worst part. Not her rejection. Her indifference. The next week, I tried to fix it. I booked a weekend trip. Italy. Lake Como. Something romantic. Something private. She refused. Said she had work. I knew she didn’t. And that night, I cheated again. Worse this time. Because this time, I wasn’t drunk. I wasn’t angry.