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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

I’d once thrown away, held it high, and begged humbly: "Seraphina, I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong! It was Isolde… she figured out I might have feelings for you, so she kept faking her illness to trick me. I was too arrogant, that’s why she fooled me for so long…" How ridiculous! He loved me? How could he possibly love me?

I said and waited to get a reaction out of her. “Love is a big deception, Adeline. You think true love or the big promises truly exist? They only give you false hopes so you get temporary happiness. I had my own distraction in Arthur, he became a challenge for me when Dad decided to marry you with Arthur. I seduced him, I’d not lie but then, unexpected happened. I got pregnant with Adam. I had no plans of keeping him but it was riskier to opt for an abortion since I could lose my ability to conceive again. So, I had to keep him but I didn’t want my child to be born a bastard. Adam is the only good thing I have ever done in my life. Rest you know.” She answered me and lit a cigarette.

And as his last message denies giving up its stinging effects, I’m left with eyes stung by tears… again. “Fuck.” I don’t want to cry. I have done enough of that already. But every word, every pause, every intonation that comes with ‘Love, whatever you see after now, know that what we have is not a deception. I’ll remain the man you adore, the same one that cherishes you. Now and forever. Te Amo’ carries a share of turbulence fierce enough to slit through mountains.

After waiting for a few seconds with no reply, she dismissed it “My love, come then since what you both are saying is of no importance, I have a thing of my own I want you to help me with.” My love? She went closer to him, locking their arms together, tip toed to give him a short kiss on the lips, looked at me as if she was oblivious about what’s happening around her, she turned her face to his and focused it there intently, but he was looking at me as if he has been caught in his deceit. Now this is the reason. This is the main reason for his cruelty. He had been making me feel like he loved me while he was with someone else, someone I blindly thought was just a friend, the daughter of the

"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.”

Her hips squirmed up in a sinuous rhythm as old as time, tiny whimpers breaking low in her throat. “Preciosa (Spanish for ‘precious’) … You are so… inebriating,” he confessed fiercely as he came over her. “I’ll love you tonight like you have never been loved before. You’ll experience such pleasure like never before.” When he drove into the slick, wet depths of her, excitement roared through her every skin cell with the ferocity of a forest fire. The sudden sharp pain induced by that bold invasion took her entirely by surprise. Her eyes widened in shock and she muffled her involuntary cry against his shoulder. Diego stilled and looked down at her.

She entered with a gentle embrace, offering a silent solidarity that transcended words. As we settled on the edge of the bed, the truth spilled from my lips in hushed tones, each syllable laden with the weight of betrayal. "Lydia, those love letters from Isabella... they're fake. Alexander went to great lengths to deceive me, crafting a past that never existed." Lydia's eyes widened in disbelief, mirroring the shock and anguish etched across my features. "Evelyn, why would he do such a thing? What purpose does it serve to fabricate a love story?"

"B-Because I deceived him, Thes—" "We are already there, Tangi. You deceived him because at first, you didn't want to get married, so you entered his house and pretended. He fell in love with the personality of Tali, and while you were there, you fell for him too because you saw how great he is. And now, you've told the truth and hurt him a lot because of your deception." "But you know what? True love will not fade with just one mistake, Thaliana Tangi. If Rozzean's heart is clouded by anger, then what he feels for you is not true love."

"Red, you are going to have to have faith in me. Things are going to work out. You're my gorgeous. Red, you are very lovely. Don't take away from my ability to do that. We won't be in any danger... After all, it's not a baby just yet. ” Every single one of his words pierces me all at once in the same way. I'm not sure which aspect to zero in on. I just can't make myself choose one. Love and deception go hand in hand, and he claims that the part of us that is contained within me is an illusion. He wants me to dispose of it in some way. My physical self takes over, and I find myself desperately trying to get away from him.