Who Knew Love Could Be So Treacherous Mga Nobela at Kwento

Was it wrong that he hated her as much as he desired her? Asher wondered. His thoughts floated in and out of his head as his heart pounded at the rhythm of his feet on the treadmill. When he thought about it, he actually hated Mia for the desire she had awoken in him. A desire so strong and consuming, it made him crave her more than his next breath. He had never known such a desire in his life; it pulsed in his blood with energy. Never knew it was possible to want someone so much, someone who didn’t even want him and had made it painfully clear on more than one occasion.

Being young and naïve, I thought he loved me back. On my seventeenth birthday, everything went to shit. Glen and I had stumbled into his house, returning from a party and completely plastered, to find his house trashed. We stood there stunned for a few minutes, looking around the room, trying to work out what had happened, when two large men burst out of the kitchen, taking us by surprise. One of them tackled Glen, while the other grabbed my arm firmly before I could react. They dragged us into the living room, threw us on the couch, and held guns to our heads. Glen, it turned out, owed his boss a lot of money, and these men were there to collect it.

Despite the hurt and betrayal, a part of her longed to hold onto that love and believe that it was strong enough to weather any storm. But alongside that love lurked the shadow of Adam's betrayal, a darkness that threatened to engulf her in a sea of pain and doubt. The image of him forcing himself on another woman and the knowledge of his past actions cast a pall over their relationship, tarnishing the golden memories they had once shared. Could she truly forgive him for his transgressions, for the lies and deceit that had shattered her trust? Could she trust him again, knowing the depths of his past mistakes?

The question hung heavy in the air, a silent accusation. Chaos looked at her, his eyes filled with remorse. “I know,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “I know I do not deserve your forgiveness. But please, listen to me. I do love you.” He reached out to touch her, but she flinched, pulling away. The trust, the intimacy they had shared, shattered beyond repair. “Did you really love me for me?” Florence whispered, her voice trembling, tears welling up in her eyes. “Or... or did you only love me because I have her heart?”

Everything he had done in the dark was now exposed to the light of day. "Victoria, I know I've wronged you these past three years. I shouldn't have lied to you, but you have to trust me when I say I've long fallen for you and I love you…" he started, but I cut him off. "You think I would still believe you?" I asked, my voice trembling with contempt. "To be loved by you—it's an insult!" The mechanic's wife handed over the video, an irrefutable piece of evidence. And the transfer records further confirmed the financial exchanges between Zach and Kayla.

Damian was everywhere, always at my side, his hand at my waist, his lips brushing my temple, his attention fixed on me so openly that people whispered. And oh, they whispered. I could hear it. See the way heads tilted, eyes narrowed. But instead of shrinking, I stood taller. Let them talk. Damian didn’t care. He showed his love without hesitation, and I was starting to believe I could, too. We danced, moving in sync, my heart thundering. I leaned into him, smiling in a way I hadn’t in so long. That was when I heard it. “Traitor.” The word sliced through the music, faint at first, like a trick of my mind. I blinked, shaken, but kept moving.

Now, there was blood, sweat and alcohol ixed as one. She called me a monster. She called me deranged, sick and unworthy of ever being loved. But she was the one incapable of feeling love. She was the true villain. She had up a perfect facade and hid what lay beneath her, but I knew. I would be the one to fix her. I would be the one to make her love. I just had to. I was so close to having what I had always wanted. All I wanted was her to be behind me. To be my wife. To be the mother of my children. To be my princess.

The journey was treacherous, filled with danger and unexpected twists, but we clung to each other, fueled by a love that refused to be extinguished. As we delved deeper into the dark underbelly of Xander's past, we unearthed a web of betrayal and deception that spanned generations. The truth was painful, revealing a side of Xander that he had fought hard to bury. But through it all, our love remained steadfast, a beacon of light in the midst of the darkness.

That she would fight. But she hadn’t. And now, she had done it again. The soft chime of the café door closing behind her felt like a gunshot, shattering the last illusion I had clung to. She still loved me. I saw it in her eyes, in the way her breath caught when she looked at me, in the way her fingers had trembled when she touched me. But love wasn’t enough. Not in her world. Not when the man she was bound to was Damien Laurent.

Who knew love could be this damn good? Love. That feeling... I loved her and I knew it. I'd always loved her, always. But I was too scared to make sense of it. Too scared to admit it to myself. Too scared to let her know. Yeah, I loved her. I was madly and hopelessly in love with her. And I couldn't help it, I couldn't stop myself. I tried though, heaven knew I tried to get her off my mind since our one night stand, to forget about her but I failed. It got worse when I found out she was working for me. And then everything that I did up until this point was just so I could keep her by my side.