Who Knew Love Could Be So Treacherous นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Even a single glimpse of emotion did not escape instead Joseff’s face become harder. But instead of feeling down, Pedro still manages to smile. Yes, he’s a little bit sad but it makes him more motivated to do things for Joseff. He doesn't know, but he felt the connection towards Joseff. That even if he thinks of just letting the feeling away, he chooses not to. Somehow, he could partly understand Joseff even if he is not in Joseff’s shoes. Maybe he does not have any idea about Joseff’s life, but taking a risk to know and break Joseff’s walls would not be that bad right? For a short time, he can say that he cares about Joseff, a lot and it’s hitting all his nerves because he does not know why

Little squeaking sounds escaped her lips though. "Now, let me remind you; with all our years of being friends, I expected that you should know me by now. Oh, you're dumb." Lisa said mockingly and laughed. "You should already know how extreme my emotions are. Anything I feel, I feel it to the extreme, and it overwhelms me. I fell in love with Gary, and I fell completely and stupidly, even though I was fully aware that he doesn't love me back. When you slept with him, the hurt, betrayal and jealousy I felt... I was almost swallowed by them. When you didn't call me back, the hatred I felt was almost enough to kill me. If you know me so well, you will know that I am vicious, malicious, vengeful,

Luna was stunned when she heard what Quinn said. She had assumed that Quinn wouldn't be much help with the project. However, it now seemed that Quinn was actually the backbone of their project team. After the meeting, everyone went off to revise their proposals. Quinn noticed that Luna hadn't left and asked, "What's wrong, Ms. Lewitt? Do you have something to tell me?" "Ms. Jowell, you really resemble Ms. Gatrell. She was a very capable career woman," Luna said. Lisa had been such a strong and successful woman, yet she had ended up in a tragic end because she had trusted Maurice and believed in love. Love could be a terrible curse.

I stood abruptly, brushing past him as if I couldn’t bear to be in the same space any longer. “You destroyed everything. Everything.” Roman turned, reaching out as if to stop me, but his hand fell back to his side, trembling. “It was a mistake, I-I did not know- ” he whispered, the words barely audible. “It didn’t mean anything. I love you. I love us.” I whirled around to face him, my tear-streaked face twisted in disbelief. “Love?” I spat, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions. “You don’t betray someone you love, Roman. You don’t throw away years of trust for a moment of—”

“Of course.” He watches me carefully. Too carefully. “Everyone wants to hurt you,” I say, my voice trembling, “so they use me.” I wipe at my face, but the tears won’t stop. “They have my family… all because I fell in love with you.” The laugh turns into a sob halfway through. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. Why does love hurt like this? Why does loving someone feel like volunteering for destruction? “I didn’t ask for this,” I whisper. “I didn’t ask to be a pawn in your war.”

Perhaps just love at first sight. That evening, she took permission from her mum and went to the hill. From afar, she saw that he was already waiting for her. She hurried up to join him, "I am sorry I am late". "It's Ok", he replied. He was silent for a few minutes, possibly looking for some words to initiate a conversation. "You are beautiful!" He blurted out. "Thanks. A lot of people said that", she replied. He smiled, looked at her, "you are smart too". "How did you know?" She asked. "I just guessed". She looked deep into him and said, "You are a werewolf". He was shocked, "how did you even know that? Are you a witch?".

"Being with someone you desire implies that you seek something from them, correct? You may quarrel with them if you fail to attain it due to your fixation. Their response determines your acceptance of the situation. "If you find it intolerable, the conflict escalates. Therefore, this woman enraged her husband due to her reluctance and resentment, leading to her death." Chester nodded. "Precisely." Isaac remarked, "I comprehend what Lia meant. One is destined for failure if one takes one's romantic pursuits too seriously. Had this woman placed her fixation elsewhere, she might have avoided this fate." Soon, Kenny returned while the three were engaged in conversation. Isaac was taken aback. Th

I knew that in order to find solace and healing, I had to face the truth head-on. As I delved deeper into the twisted web of deception, I discovered more layers to the intricate plot that had unfolded in our lives. Betrayal had a way of intertwining with love, blurring the lines between right and wrong. It became apparent that there were no simple answers or black-and-white judgments. Each character involved in this intricate dance of love and betrayal carried their own wounds, their own motivations.

Trust was a precious commodity in this treacherous game, and we learned to tread carefully, never knowing who might be a friend or a foe. In the heart-stopping climax, alliances were shattered, and long-held truths were exposed. We discovered that the true power of love lay not in its ability to shield us from adversity, but in its capacity to inspire us to rise above it. As the dust settled, we stood battered but triumphant, having thwarted the plans of those who sought to destroy us. The revelations had left us scarred, but they had also illuminated the depth of our resilience and the unbreakable bond that held us together.

Victor and Isabella let me down. Victor, the man I trusted and loved hid a truth that changed how I saw him. Isabella, my daughter kept secrets that could tear our family apart. Their lies and silences hurt me. I felt angry, sad and disbelieving.I rubbed my temples. How did everything fall apart fast? One minute we were getting ready for an event. The next I was facing betrayal. My heart hurt knowing the people I trusted were breaking apart.I tried to understand my feelings. I was angry at Victor. I was disappointed in Isabella. I realized I was blind. All of it was crashing together inside me. I thought about the envelope, the party and the whispers from guests. The images and feelings woul