Who Knew Love Could Be So Treacherous Novels & Stories

He then yelled at me, "You bitch! You filthy bitch! Why don't you just die? How could you do this to us?" He wasn't afraid of being jailed, but now, I believed he was terror-stricken. … A year ago, I discovered I had AIDS. It wasn't because of intimate activities. It was because of a mistake during a blood transfusion. That was the darkest time of my life. Because of my illness, I couldn't spare much attention for Wendy, who was also in misery. It wasn't until she died had I realized something was wrong. However, at that time, I could no longer gather the evidence of their crimes.

I had believed that our love was built on honesty, that he cherished me enough to share everything. Confusion mingled with heartbreak as I grappled with the reality of the situation. The words echoed in my mind, casting doubt upon the love we had shared, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew. It felt as though the ground beneath me had crumbled, leaving me stranded in a sea of shattered trust and shattered dreams.

Lorenzo may have everything in his hands like wealth, power, and all the good and bad traits a man can have, but not me, contrary to their beliefs. I sipped again on my champagne while our eyes met. Amusement was evident on his face as he watched me watching him, discreetly licking the ‘unknown’ woman's earlobe. I rolled my eyes. It's too gross, seriously. He could've done better than that. I don't want to look damsel in distress if ever he decided to make a sandal out of himself. If it turns out that the ‘perfect guy’ was cheating on me, people will pity me and I will certainly hate it.

Francis knows he can't tell Catherine that but he has to lie to his mother to make her feel better about her not coming for Catherine's birthday party. ​"That will be nice, my son. I will let you get back to what you are doing. Take care of yourself." ​"Goodbye mom." Francis cuts the call and pockets his phone. He goes to the house to check up on the maid that Charles spilled champagne on. ​ Francis closes the living room door behind him. Catherine had created a monument to an exquisite taste. Her home was well built, beautifully decorated, a neoclassical empire in the hills of California. He sees a large portrait of the wedding photo of him and Melissa. When Melissa told him she was pregnan

Half-sitting as if to grab the fallen book, he swiftly placed the bug under the cupboard. The memories reeled in his mind and swelled hard. "Shit! Eve trusted you like an idiot, I trusted you like an idiot, but we were fooled by you, Zoey," he whispered to himself, a clear, painful betrayed feeling in his voice. "Eve, always scared of being alone, but you're the one who made her life terrified." A silent tear fell from his chin. "How can you do this to us? Eve cared for you as a sister, and she wants you to be happy, but you returned only pain to her. Why is there so much malice in you, Zoey?" He let out a deep breath and punched his knuckles on the table. "Without knowing all the shitty, fu

"Oh, then what's the problem. That was what you wanted right? for her to find out herself? "Yes, and that has messed things up. I should have told her from the beginning. She blames herself for having a one night stand with a stranger, and now finding out that she is in a relationship with him has really worsened the situation. Now she wants nothing to do with me and it's driving me crazy. What am I going to do, Kingston. I can't loose her, I love this girl"

“See, that’s the thing. I was in love with her. Or at least I was in love with the person I thought she was.” “That’s the problem with falling in love,” Kei Ren said. “People always let you down. I’ve lived through that lesson enough times now that I should have known better. But love is a sneaky bastard. It’s a Trojan horse. You think you’re getting one thing and then boom, you’re in love and it all goes to shit.” “That’s really cynical,” Jack said slowly.

“It was just… fun. You’re overreacting.” “Fun?” I echoed, disbelief shaking my voice. “You cheated on me!” He smirked. “I didn’t cheat. You’re overthinking. I can do what I want. You’re mine, remember?” My heart shattered in slow, burning pieces. I hated that I had trusted him. I hated that I had let him get close. I hated that he could act so cold, so arrogant, so cruel, and still make me care. By the end of that night, I was left questioning everything. Every text, every touch, every word he had said. I wanted to leave. I wanted to walk away forever. But a part of me—stubborn, foolish, addicted to the chaos—didn’t.

CINNAMON Two months later... I had fallen into yet another trap of deception and lies. Another shattered heart. Another failed romance. But this time felt different. This time, I was utterly destroyed. More than my resentment for the Moretti brothers, I loathed myself. For being a victim once more. For not recognizing the signs. For being foolish enough to think someone like Dante could genuinely love someone like me without ulterior motives. My life has become a spectacle for public scrutiny. My loved ones were dragged into a mess I created by trusting the wrong man. We made headlines for all the wrong reasons—analyzed, dissected, judged by millions of strangers who thought they knew our st