This Heat Deceit Novels & Stories

"This isn't possible… Isabella, tell me it's fake!" "Felix, I… I…" Isabella was a weeping mess, unable to form a complete sentence. "Speak!" Felix roared, fury igniting in his eyes. "Tell me, have you been lying for the past two years?" "I had no choice!" Isabella finally broke down. "I love Marcus, but he's just a doctor! I wanted a better life!" "So you used me?" Felix's voice grew dangerously low. "You let me believe I was having a child, you made me, for the sake of that lie…"

she asked further. “Because I want the treasures, I'm your husband-to-be and I should be the one controlling our money and not you” he said, sweating profusely. Alessia's brows scrunched up on their own in disappointment. “I can see you're just being jealous. The safe box's contents are my father's family's treasure, something that is passed to every first born, I can't break the rule of giving it to an outsider” She spewed out without thinking twice.

Then, I heard it. It was loud and familiar; the sound of laughter made my skin crawl as it bounced off the walls. A cold shiver crept down my spine. He was here. The one who had stolen all of my parents' properties, including the estate they had left in my name. Including the mansion where my brother and I were living, the one where he had threatened to kick us out if we didn’t leave. He was here—my father's brother, my uncle, Victor Carter. My hand clenched at my side as I slowly turned to him. My teeth ground together. He took all my parents' money while my brother struggled for his health, and he was here wining and dining lavishly.

I stared at the screen in disbelief. Natasha stood behind a podium, her expression carefully crafted—vulnerable yet poised. "I know the world sees me as the villain," she began, her voice trembling just enough to be convincing. "But I never meant to hurt anyone." Liar. I gritted my teeth as she continued. "CEO Chester Blackwood and I have history. A deep, undeniable connection. And while I’ve made mistakes, so has he." She exhaled, her eyes glistening with fake tears. "The truth is, Chester has always come back to me. Even after Alex left, he—"

The pain I can feel coursing through my body is a mixture of his and hers, how could he think this would make me think less of him, I feel his pain, I understand he was hurt, but that changes nothing for me. I had promised that I would listen, but I was struggling to contain myself, his pauses were long and all I wanted to do was ask him, ask him why she had rejected him, there must have been a reason, but I couldn’t even begin to understand what that reason might be. “I… She… she had no idea it was me when she answered the door, I could see the disappointment in her eyes as she realised I had come back to her. She was cool with me, callous even, she listened to me beg her for a reason with

She had been nothing but a pawn in his game, and now she was left to grapple with the reality of the man she thought she knew, but who had only ever been a stranger to her. "Dhokebaaz,". (Deceiver). She spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and sorrow. The word, drenched in her native tongue, was heavy with the weight of betrayal. But as the syllables hung in the air, he simply frowned, unable to fully grasp the depth of her pain, lost in the meaning of the unfamiliar word. "I don’t believe in this plaything". With a forceful kick, she sent the torn papers scattering across the floor—shreds of their so-called marriage, a union built on nothing but lies and deceit. It was a mockery of

Even if that meant sacrificing the part of me that dared to care, I would never let anyone see the cracks in my armor again. I closed my eyes and took a deep, steadying breath, listening to the quiet heartbeat of the night. The future was uncertain, and the game was far from over, but I was determined to remain unbreakable. I was Damien Sterling, and no matter what ghosts haunted me, I would maintain control, protect my legacy, and ensure that love and deceit would never compromise the empire I had built.

His hands cannot verify a single one of the private conversations our jaws had that night cycle inside my pack library. But Declan possesses a weird talent for getting her she-wolf to believe in his words. More importantly, her heart needs to know the truth from my mouth. “His tongue told your face that my power planned to create a massive media scandal, didn't he? To promote the hockey show launch.” I hear the sharp hitch in her breath across the phone line, as if her internal wolf had prayed the data was a complete lie, and my own mouth has just dashed her hopes in the dirt. “Did your hand execute that plan?”

“Yes, I am, but I would be a little late. We have a new senior agent on our side. Keep an eye on her.” “A senior agent? How? We didn't get any files for the application, nor did we get any heads up! He said surprisingly and I sighed. “Exactly my point, I don't trust her, so keep an eye on her, before I come at least,” I told him before ending the call. I held my forehead, feeling pain. My eyes grew dizzy, and I had to use my arms to navigate before finding my drawer. Opening it with shaky arms, I took out the Dorsette box in it, removing the medicine in it, and swallowing it.

“I drove all night, risked my life, and lied to him for days to surprise him with his dream car—the G-Wagon—the one you guys helped me move. And when I got to the apartment—.” I started crying again. Thomas’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?” “He was in bed,” I confirmed, swallowing hard. “With Lisa.” The words were out. Thomas stared at me for a beat, his expression shifting from confusion to shock, then to pure, visceral rage. "No," he growled, shaking his head. "No way. Charles wouldn't..." But the conviction in my eyes, the tears streaming down my face, and the undeniable truth of the situation shattered his denial. He let out a primal yell, a sound ripped straight from the de