The Love Trap Novel Novels & Stories

"My wife? That old woman? She's worn out and hard to look at. I've had enough of her. She can't control me. Just wait. I'll throw her out sooner or later!" Quinton's legs gave out. He almost collapsed on the spot. "Th-that's not me!" he tried to argue, but no one believed him. Nora's lips trembled. She pointed at him, but no words came out. Mandy put her phone away and rested a hand on her stomach, satisfied. "You all heard it. Didn't the Strouds want an heir? Well, here it is. You should be thanking me." The words hit Nora hard. Her face turned pale, and she lunged at Mandy, but her foot slipped. A dull thud echoed through the room as the back of her head hit the floor.

I shut my eyes, in hopes I wouldn’t have to be reminded of the horrible things I did, but that wasn’t enough to shut the truth. She let out a dry laugh. “I guess I was the actual pawn here. The delusional and crazy woman who thought she had a chance at love, but I was wrong and fought for you like a maniac.” “Isabelle, please stop.” “No! You have to listen to all I have to say regardless if you care or not.” Her voice broke to a whisper underneath her sobs. “I know I wasn’t perfect, but meeting you made me feel like so. Even after finding out you were getting married to that woman, I still chose to stay and trust your word. That’s what lovers do! They continue to choose you over and over aga

My fingers were trembling. His weren’t. He laced them through mine. And we drove like that for miles, two fugitives with a shared breath and a growing bond stitched together by fear, fire, and the very thing neither of us dared to name yet— Hope. --- Author's Note Thank you so much for reading Chapter Nine of Until the Lie Loved Me! Things are heating up for Celeste, and the stakes are only going to climb from here. What did you think of the escape? The moment in the car? The growing tension between Celeste and the man she’s starting to trust?

My lips met with hers, I got a slight reaction from her, but she did not push me away, so that was good. I moved my lips slowly against hers. She wrapped her hands around my neck, and I placed my hands on her waist in response. Every moment of the kiss was accompanied by ecstasy. Our tongues rolled perfectly against each other, and I felt my dick give a slight stir. God, I love kissing her so much. She tasted like strawberry and vanilla. It felt like I was on cloud nine. We slowly broke the kiss, panting slightly. I looked at her, and she looked at me. I really wanted things to be good between me and Lois, I want her to open her heart to me, I want her to know that I would never do anything

I entered and closed the door behind me. "Growing up, I always imagined my marriage as a perfect match with my Prince charming and living happily ever after full of passion and conquering thoughts. I wanted my partner gentle, kind and affectionate enough for us to have children of our own after years of crazy riot sex and love making. The day I signed that contract I threw that dream to the bin and allowed a mortifying story to happen instead. What is love for you? A simple pretty word? Used to fill women thoughts with dreams and manipulate their minds? Another way of trapping me to a death end and multiplying my pain making my sacrifice useless? Or a means to get attention from a pussy you'

Peter replied. "Stop staring at the screen! Are you fascinated with my wife?" Felix accused, glaring at Peter. "No, Young Master," Peter stammered and quickly moved away from the LED screen. "Be careful not to develop feelings for her! I'll fire you and make sure you're utterly destroyed!" Felix threatened. In reality, Peter had been captivated by the girl keeping Cyra company. For some reason, he felt drawn to her. Peter felt like he had finally found the love of his life he had been searching for.

"A company is not a family, and a boss is not a parent. Employees and employers have a contractual relationship. Money is part of that contract; perks are icing on the cake. Don't let 'warmth' hijack your interests, and don't let 'thoughtfulness' disguise greed." "And Polly?" One reporter pressed. "Have you forgiven her?" I paused for a moment. "She paid the price," I said. I got into the car. My assistant handed me a tablet. "Mr. Bassett, the stock has risen fifteen percent. The board sent congratulations. Also, look at this." It was the social media trends list. [The Truth Behind the Cherry Trap] [Midea Tech Corporate Espionage] [What Happened to Those Employees Who Wanted Cherries?] [Apol

"We grew up together. Been friends since we were kids. It was the perfect solution to both our family's demands." "Then why did she leave?" "Because she fell in love." He turns to face me fully. "With someone else. She begged me to call it off, but our families... there's too much at stake." My mind spins. All this time, I thought Hattie was just another spoiled rich girl. But she ran for love. "So what now?" Declan's smirk is back. "Going to have her arrested for fraud?" "Shut up, Declan." Henry's voice is tired. He looks at me, really looks at me, and I can't read what's in his eyes. "How much is the debt?"

When she was out of the building and out of everyone’s eyes, it was his time to do all that he had been thinking of doing to her even from the first moments she had become a detainee in this hell place because all this time, this old pervert demon was fantasizing about her! “For your information, I had intentionally stepped into your room soon as I saw Boss Greg coming out of the building early in the morning. You were sleeping, and I wanted to devour you so badly right in the bed, but I knew my co-workers could catch us, so I came up with a plan. I left your room’s door open so you could get out and for you to think you could escape. And now, look, everything’s going well with it. Impressin

Kianna Love is a strange, maddening thing. It is a silent trap that slips around your chest, tightening until it wraps around your soul. One moment, you feel like you can tear down the sky. The next, you are crawling through the wreckage of a heart that dared to dream too much. It always begins with a flicker. A quiet glance. An accidental touch that lingers a second too long. A laugh that feels entirely personal. But as I stood in our bedroom, looking at my reflection, a cold question clawed at my throat: Can I really fall in love again?