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Confusion, longing, and fear warred within him. “I want to see you,” he whispered. “But everything says otherwise. Everything points to a deception so vast I cannot comprehend it.” “The deception is right in front of you,” I said. “She is the deception. She is the creation of people who want to destroy us. They know that the strongest way to defeat us is to make us doubt each other.” The woman laughed softly. It sounded like my laugh, but it lacked warmth.

The way he told me not to move on—but looked like he was praying I wouldn't give up. I turned to the table by my right and picked up a pen. “Why do I feel like I’m making a deal with the devil?” I murmured, signing the paper. I felt him smile as he said, “Maybe you are.”

"Why should I suffer after being cheated on? Is it really enough for me to just let her leave empty-handed? Maybe that's just what they want so that they could play happy family while I lose everything. If that happens, I will lose both my pride and money." With that thought in mind, I pulled over and bought three packs of the abortion medicine. The man said they were disguised as regular prenatal supplements but had subtle counteracting properties. Even professionals wouldn't be able to tell if anything was wrong with it. Plus, it would be impossible to detect something wrong with the medicine since the effect was slow. When I got home, Vicky was lounging on the sofa in a silk dress. She wa

Convinced her figure was superior to mine, she moved closer with a seductive smile, her gaze brimming with allure. In her mind, all men could be won over with enough charm and attention. This was how she had lured Henry away in our past lives, flaunting herself shamelessly under my nose. Surely this dull professor would be no different. However, she underestimated Quinn's pride and sense of morality as a man. His face darkened, and he bolted out of the room without another word. He raced down the stairs, and ran straight into the street. There, he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Whose old sow got loose and ended up in my house? Come and claim her now!"

“Yes, I do.” His voice was firm. Clear. Without the slightest tremor. The priest nodded, then turned. “Miss Livia… do you take Mr. Adrian as your husband, to live together in the sacred bond of marriage—to love him, to protect him, to honor him, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health, and to remain faithful to him until death do you part?” The voice echoed softly. Sacred. Yet it felt unfamiliar. Because for Livia— every word sounded like a lie forced into becoming the truth.

“Let me make it right this time, I swear I’ll never see Sylvia again. I’ll cut all ties with her. I’ll take care of you. I’ll repay everything I owe you.” Another vow. I thought back to all his vows these three years — “I’ll spend more time with you.” “I won’t neglect you for Sylvia again.” “I’ll cherish our pup.” Every oath, shattered by his own hands. “Chisel,” I said, bitter laughter in my voice, “you’ve sworn so many promises I’ve lost count. Do you really think I still believe you?” “This time I mean it! Leah, believe me!” He was sobbing now, raw with regret.

However, he seemed different to me. I was going to be destroyed by this man. The person who wanted to shatter me was the one who ought to be close to me. I was aware of it. I could feel it in my bones. The priest spoke calmly and clearly as he began the vows, but I could hardly hear what he was saying. Everything seemed surreal to me. And then the words appeared. "Do you consider Kayla Adam to be your legally wedded wife, Dante Cruz?" the priest asked. At last, Dante turned to face me, "To love and cherish, from this day forward, till death do you part?" His hateful gaze met mine.

“Important” I waved my arm dismissively at him, hoping my face screamed at him to get out and leave me be. My eyes caught the agreement, and I looked down to pay attention to it for once. Marriage Certificate. Colour me surprised—but not really. I saw this coming. Mr Alkings is putting his daughter up for marriage for a monetary exchange. I should have known the man had that bone in him. He puts up a front that deceives people, not me, though; you can’t deceive a deceiver. When he worked back then for me, it was solely business, at least for me. It would not take a dumb person to figure out that he is in heavy debt and is selling his daughter out. This is wrong. It should feel wrong. For a s

The point of no return. “I, Skyla Parker, take you, Alonso Ignacio, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” My voice is steady, but it doesn’t feel like mine. “I promise to stand beside you, to honor and respect you. I vow to be a mother figure to your child and to fulfill my duties as your wife, for as long as this union shall bind us.” The words taste like lies on my tongue. But I say them anyway. When I finish, I force myself to meet his gaze. Alonso’s face remains impassive, but something flickers in his eyes something too fleeting to grasp.

I had just canceled all the banquet arrangements and hadn't had time to inform our parents. My wife-to-be, Rhiannon Tate, came back right at that moment. She had just given birth, so she looked a bit weak. But as soon as she opened the door, she started berating me! "Have you deleted the comments? You're making Lionel look bad, do you know that?" she barked. Then, she walked over to me and leaned in slightly. My expression turned terrifyingly dark. My fiancée had lied about going abroad to study and secretly gave birth to Lionel Devine's baby. Lionel was her childhood sweetheart.