This Heat Deceit Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

Lust with deceit. I was shattered, regretful, helpless, exhausted. I still didn't want to believe it. This was a coincidence. To be sincere, I had always known something wasn't right. I had known something was missing in this relationship, but this had never been my thought. He was deceiving me?

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?”

The dim lights, the bed, the moment I trusted him with everything. I trusted him! Why? Why throw my dignity in the mud for just twenty bucks? Why pick me for his game? My throat tightened as I slowly looked back up at him. “Take the video down.” My voice trembled with desperation. “Please.” Gary shrugged. “Why? I can't lose the game.” “This is my life! You're ruining it all just for a game! Is this how much you hate me? What did I ever do to you? I trusted you! I trusted you!” I cried, my body shaking so bad. “Please…”

“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