Who Knew Love Could Be So Treacherous Novels & Stories

Agnes calmly replied: “Louis and I knew each other when we were in college.” Louis had told her not to tell their true relationship. Agnes thought that was also reasonable. Ryan nodded and continued to ask, this time with a slight smile: "I think we've met somewhere before? Right?" Boom! There was an explosion in Agnes' head. Her face was a little stiff. What's up? Doesn't tell her he recognized her? Could it be that he was waiting when it was only the two of person and then he would strike her? Agnes shivered briefly. She forced a smile and shook her head.

The path ahead was treacherous and fraught with uncertainty, yet he pressed on, fueled by a love that refused to be extinguished. For deep within Miguel's heart, he understood that true love and family transcend the webs of deception and the siren call of manipulation. And as he walked the path towards truth, he clung to the belief that the ties that bind us are not easily severed, that the bonds of love endure, resilient against the storms of deceit.

I want to feel his body next to mine. I am like a servant following his every move. We both fell onto the soft bed and I don't have the time to think anymore. I know there are a lot of secrets that I need to know, secrets that could destroy the trust I have in my husband. But my heart dictates the love I have for him. I don't want to remember the past, all I want to remember was the good memories I have with Xavier. But the memories can't be controlled, it was all coming back to me now. Xavier went to close the sliding door on the terrace and went back to me. His gaze was intense and my body was burning just by the way he looks at me.

Besides, a woman's reputation is everything. The video cut to several blurry pictures taken in a bedroom. The woman's profile looked eerily similar to mine, but the man in those photos had a completely different face. At the same moment, I received a text from an unknown number, but I knew it was from Ivan. "Jennifer, I know there are misunderstandings between us. I believe you're not that kind of person. Come to me. I can help you. I love you always." After reading his message, I trembled with wrath. After all those calm days, he finally showed up with a trap.

I sit down hard in the sand, knees giving out, and stare out at the horizon where she disappears. Love was supposed to be enough that is what I always believed that if two people loved each other hard enough they could survive anything but now I realize the truth. Love doesn’t survive betrayal, love doesn’t erase broken trust and love doesn’t fix the damage you cause when you choose everyone but the person who gave you her whole heart. I drag a hand through my hair and let out a breath that feels more like a sob trapped inside my chest and somewhere down the beach, Lena keeps walking while somewhere inside me something keeps breaking and as the tide rolls in and washes over my feet I underst

Warmth was just the prelude to a trap. He had tried to escape it once. He had tried to love someone honestly. A girl with soft eyes and a laugh like water. She’d been his only clean thing. Then the betrayal came: the way her hand held another’s, her signature on papers that gave away everything he’d built. That day he’d learned his last lesson: love was power, and whoever didn’t hold the power would be crushed by it.

“Whatever you have with my son isn’t love, Jemma. You still love the man who you think hurt you. You love him not my son. And Killian, the thing he has for you isn’t love as well; to him you are a safe bet. You are pretty, good woman and could take care of yourself on your own. With you he thinks that he will never go through what I have gone through with his mother. You are a good woman, Jemma no matter what you think with our standards you are a sweet, pure woman.” I sniffled a little because this was the first time in months that I have heard someone describe me like that. But good or bad, it doesn’t matter. This won’t change my life and what happened to me. Doesn’t change the pain and he

I didn't want anyone to see how fragile I was, as if I was still that dignified and strong Luna. I couldn't understand how Jakob could declare his love for me publicly while still being with Molly at the same time. Was this really the kind of love the world envied?

She was silent, waiting. “I am not… good at this,” I admitted, the confession scraping my throat raw. “At sharing. At trusting beyond the people I pay to be loyal. My entire life has been a lesson in how love makes you vulnerable. My mother’s death. My father’s cruelty. Elira’s betrayal. Love was the weakness they exploited.” I saw her expression soften, just a fraction.