Novel & Cerita The Spanish Love Deception Read Online

"You don't love me. You're making lies to me. Please." "Why would I make lies to you, huh? You're the woman I love. I'm not making lies to the woman I loved, and you know that. You had seen it before. I'm always true to the woman I loved. I was fooled and betrayed before because I was true to my words. I was true about my feelings for the woman I loved. But now that you're the woman I love, I would be true to my words again because I know that you love me too. I trusted you, Casey. I trusted my feelings for you. I trusted you because I love you. You won't betray me. You won't cheat on me and you won't leave me because you can't. You're still in love with me, Casey. I can see it in your eyes.

I had done nothing wrong except develop feelings for Aethelfrith, but I had no control over matters of the heart. "I would never do anything to jeopardize his happiness or Crown Princess Crimson's position," I stammered, trying to defend myself. Deep down I knew I was lying. The queen's eyes bore into mine, and her smile turned into a cold, calculating expression. "Oh, dear Tyramon, Love can be a dangerous game, especially in the realm of royalty. Do not make the mistake of showing your love for the day you become selfish and show your feelings. I shall present you with a gravestone in this very palace." The Queen threatened

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.

He was drinking because he was sad with the way Anaya left today. He wanted to hold her back and to clean the tears off her face but he couldn’t do that. And he hated that he let her leave. He could have said anything to hold her back. Anything. But he didn’t. “I don’t want to betray Lauren…” Henry said quietly, letting out his deepest feelings to the only person he knew wouldn’t judge him. “She was the first woman I ever loved with all my heart, and to start loving someone else feels…wrong.” “Do you see Lauren when you talk to Anaya?” His mother asked and Henry thought about it.

he spoke, lightly tapping on her tear stained cheeks. “You don't want to believe that your love has deceived you,” he grinned, turning more barbaric. His choice of words ached her soul. He was confessing such brutal things to her with no shame or guilt. He was not looking guilty to confess that he had broken her soul with his betrayal and it hurt her beyond her endurance. “Then ask yourself whether Armando Zelvasco has deceived Flora Alfanso by showing himself as Easton Marzel in front of her or……she paused and thrusted her face closer to his. She gazed into his light cerulean orbs with nothing but pain and pain.

I had to keep her talking, to buy myself precious seconds. "That's not true," I managed, my voice trembling. "Lance loves me, he chose me. He sees me for who I am, not what I come from." She let out a harsh, bitter laugh, her shoulders shaking as if the absurdity of my words amused her. "Love? You foolish, naive girl. Men like Lance don't love. They conquer, they possess, they claim. And I should have been the one to claim him, not you!" She took a step closer, the blade in her hand reflecting shards of cold morning light, her breath coming in sharp, erratic gasps. I felt the edge of the glass door press harder into my back, the handles slipping under my sweaty palms.

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

I had wanted to believe that Gael loved me, that he cared for me, that he would never hurt me. But now, as I sat on the couch, feeling lost and alone, I realized that it had all been a lie. Gael had never loved me, not really. He had used me, manipulated me, and discarded me. And I had let him. I had let him because I had been so desperate for love, so desperate for connection. I had been so desperate to be wanted, to be needed, to be loved. But now, as I looked back on our relationship, I realized that I had been living in a fantasy world. I had been living in a world of my own creation, a world where Gael loved me, where Gael cared for me, where Gael would never hurt me.

my husband, my love, that was built on lies. “You didn’t marry me because you loved me,” I whispered. “You married me because I was compensated for my fathers life. For my ruined childhood!!.” And in that moment..I broke down and screamed. “So it was a Marriage of Deceit? It was all an orchestrated game for you all?”

"Sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have lied to you. Actually, the plants in the bag in my room weren't Love Vines. Those are Soul-Binding Vines that a curse caster uses." When a person was cursed with it, they would develop a strong infatuation with the caster. That was why so many of the male employees at the company were obsessed with Tracy and Tracie!