Novel & Cerita Undercover Lovers Movie

You are not getting paid to fall in love with him. Summer ~”I am not in love with him, I love you.” Ouch...that damn well hurts. Cousin (Sammy) ~”And I love you too baby.” Summer ~”We have another problem though.” Cousin (Sammy) ~”What? Please don't tell me.” Summer ~”My cover is blown, he knows who I am.” Devan and stare at each other with the same look on our face. OH FUCK. Cousin (Sammy) ~”Are you sure he knows who you are?”

Chapter 46: Undercover "You guys are funny, you know that? You suit each other, by the way. I get it, you have your suspicion, and I understand. But come on, put the gun down, I am on your side, and I am no undercover cop," Ben tried to convince them. "You have to show us something to believe you," Luca replied. This made Ben angry. "What is your problem, man?" "Guys, calm down!" Isabella hollered. "Yeah, he's right, you have to tell us something that will make us believe you, Ben."

Lilo softened her gaze as Killian pulled her into his arms. "I love you, Lilo. You're my mate." he murmured. Reed's eyes widened. He was not the only one with a werewolf as a mate. "I know." she forced a laugh as she returned his hug with whatever strength she got left. "I love you, Killian."

Cole scoffed “You think I care if I die alone? That’s my main goal in the first place!” Cole had been in many movies and had kissed different women, but it was the kind of kiss you did for the camera. The only relationship he had with these women was the colleague relationship. The onscreen kiss may have appeared to be passionate and real but Cole was only an actor. He had learnt to bury his feelings deep within himself.

If he was looking to earn some karma points here, he’s a fool, but it won’t ever cover for what he did. “It’s about what I do,” He then said, “You know I work for the intelligence bureau, don't you?.” She frowned. "Of course." “Well, I'm not allowed to reveal anything but I need to be honest with you. I'm in an undercover operation, Rachel, and as a part of it, I'm currently spying on a Mafia leader, whilst closely working with him. Douglas is his name." He said as he refused to meet my eyes. Within them, I could find distinctive signs of guilt and remorse.

There were lots of men in the room but no one seemed to care about the lady in distress. “The lady clearly stated that she's not interested” I started, “let go of her right now” The man gazed at me, “And who are you to speak on her behalf?” He said with a smirk. The other men at his table let out a loud guffaw I hated the reactions they gave me, and I didn't want to back down so I pressed on. I am an agent mostly on Undercover, but it seems my cover is about to be blown. “If you don't want to spend the remainder of the night in a holding cell, you will let go of her immediately”, I blurted, holding up my badge while my hand was placed on the gun around my waist.

He was trying to cover it with a scarf, but there was no hiding the evidence of his dishonesty. The feeling of betrayal and repressed anger mixed with a bitter sense of resignation. I knew that behind the facade of a seemingly perfect marriage, there was a web of lies and disloyalty. But now, as I looked at the illuminated city outside, the only thing I wanted was for this spectacle of pretense to end.

Dragging my nails lightly massaging over his complexion, thoroughly enjoying his deep sighs, letting out a light chuckle when he let his head fall back over the base of my neck. Then, a resounding kiss on my cheek and my stomach did its jumping. I exhaled in a rush from that heavy feeling without him noticing; a soundless sigh because, of course, I would never let that reaction he provoked in my gut be exposed. I wanted to cover my face with my hands. But instead, I covered it with whatever I could find of him, I did it thinking that Carl, that unknown man was liking me. Very much. But I think I loved that clandestinity much more and the way we were doing everything, if I must be more honest

That was why he traveled abroad every month, telling me it was for work. "Nathan has liked Bianca for years. He used to secretly draw portraits of her and lock them away in his cabinet, never letting anyone see them." My mind buzzed as I listened to them praise how deeply Nathan loved her, how much he had sacrificed for her. I forced myself to smile, but my body trembled uncontrollably. I bit my lip so hard that I tasted blood. Then, Lucas suddenly changed the topic. "But his girlfriend is the real victim here. He wasted her time for years and never even gave her a proper title."

The man’s patience was already on life support, and my vague updates about the Platinum story have probably flat-lined it altogether. I’m not even sure what I’d say if he corners me. Yes, I have a hundred pages of notes, most of which contradict each other. Yes, I’ve been undercover so long I sometimes forget which name to respond to. No, I haven’t filed any copy. Because every time I think I see the full picture, someone opens a new damn door, and there’s a whole other room of secrets waiting. Another slight hiccup is the fact that I might be catching feelings for two men. Neither of whom are exactly what they seem, and one of whom left me in bed like a particularly inconvenient dream.