Novel & Cerita The Spanish Love Deception

“Oh my god dear. Look at you looking so pretty. I do not want to go but I have to my dear- he said getting emotional. Seeing him my tears are on verge. I know it all fake just to show the world. I just looked at him emotionless. he hugged me and whispered in my ears ,”everything will be ok , if you don’t trust my word trust your love “ he whispered making me confused and frown ,why is he telling me all this and now . a tear rolled down my eyes. If he would have said this three days before I would have believed him but now all my hope is cursed, how to trust my love when he has nothing for me except hate . “Oh no no no don’t cry. Your makeup will get ruined”- he said

he stammered, recalling her previous admissions of affection. "No, you don't really get it. You're aware that I love you, but you don't grasp the depth of it." Abigail embraced him so tightly they could sense each other's heartbeats. Her voice, gentle yet resolute, filled the air again. "My love for you is far greater than I ever imagined. That's the reason why, when I was deceived by the false reality you crafted, I chose to end our marriage without hesitation. If your presence in my life meant nothing, if our marriage was just for show, then who you were with wouldn't bother me.

Did he truly love her as he once loved me? Deangelo hesitated, his gaze fixed on the ground. I immediately regretted crossing that line, feeling a pang of guilt for prying into his personal life. But to my surprise, he spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and determination. "I love Sofia," he confessed, his words hitting me like a heavy blow. "I love her with all my heart, and I can't wait to make her my wife."

I was blinded by my anger. Then I remember our dinner last night, he let his guard down for me, he was sweet and caring, we talk and laugh. Suddenly I remember the blood on the bedsheet, shiitt... he was a virgin and I took his virginity last night, and I can't control myself and took him again and again until he passed out, but he let me touch him. I remember he said that he love me. And it came to me the flashes of our memories last night, how I held him, how I kissed him, how I make love to him, and saying I love him too. Who would not love him, he was so innocent and pure and because of his attitude and personality I guess I fell in love with him. Oh, how can he love a horrible person li

He pulled me aside to where no one else could hear us and said seriously, “The news is fake. Don’t take it to heart. You will always be my wife. Lily is going through a critical point in her graduation process. She can’t afford a scandal right now. You’ll have to bear with it for now.” I stared at the man who was supposed to become my husband, my eyes cold. “So your solution was to twist the truth and let people think the woman getting beaten up in the video is me? And that press conference—you calling Lily your fiancée—was that just to make it look like I was the mistress?” Sam looked away, guilt written all over his face. I was shaking with anger, and just as I raised my hand to slap him,

“Am I lying, Alpha Lance? Did you not meet with me and Beta Vesper to discuss ways to break Aspen’s soul? You especially loved the idea of making her fall in love with you so that you could ruin her totally.” “Stop your lies!” Lance hollered. “Stop your lies right now!” “Why don’t you just admit that you attempted to murder the Lycan King? That way, we can toss you in jail, and justice will be served.” “Do not lay your filthy hands on me.” Lance faced Aspen again. “She’s spewing lies. Do not believe a word. I will never hurt you.” His eyes narrowed with affection. “I love you, Aspen.”

Half-sitting as if to grab the fallen book, he swiftly placed the bug under the cupboard. The memories reeled in his mind and swelled hard. "Shit! Eve trusted you like an idiot, I trusted you like an idiot, but we were fooled by you, Zoey," he whispered to himself, a clear, painful betrayed feeling in his voice. "Eve, always scared of being alone, but you're the one who made her life terrified." A silent tear fell from his chin. "How can you do this to us? Eve cared for you as a sister, and she wants you to be happy, but you returned only pain to her. Why is there so much malice in you, Zoey?" He let out a deep breath and punched his knuckles on the table. "Without knowing all the shitty, fu

"I should have trusted you from the beginning." I hugged him back, feeling a sense of relief and closure. "It's okay, Marco," I said. "I know you were hurt. But I'm just glad the truth is out now." Marco pulled back and looked at me, his eyes shining with love and adoration. "I love you, Emilia," he said. "And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” Sophia's POV: I couldn't believe what was happening. One minute I was flirting with Marco, trying to get a rise out of Emilia, and the next minute the police were arresting me.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

And her body, once proud and strong, grew weaker and thinner, but her eyes still burned with desperate hope that he might hear her pleas if she repeated them enough times. “Stefano, they lied to me as much as they lied to you, I was nothing but a soldier, I was used, I never wanted this, I swear to you, you are the only man I ever loved, the only truth in all my lies,” she cried one night when he pressed the cold barrel of his gun against her temple, not pulling the trigger but letting the weight of it speak for him. He shook his head slowly and whispered, “Love, you say, but love is not built on lies. Love is not a mask you wear until it rots and falls away, what you gave me was not love, i