Novel & Cerita Who Knew Love Could Be So Treacherous

Damon looked at Cleo, who also understood the situation. "Looks like Aresh knows something," Damon said as they walked out of the cafe together. "Maybe, I could see it earlier," Cleo replied quickly. "His gaze was so intense it was like he wanted to kill. I hope it's nothing serious." "I'm not sure," Damon said. They all got into the car. Eros took the wheel and immediately hit the four-wheeler at a reasonably high speed. Cleo and Damon were even more convinced that something was wrong.

I could detect the disappointment in his eyes, disappointed at me for not giving him what he deserved and perhaps a little disappointed at himself too for not possessing something that I could blindly trust him based on. My face evidently fell at his question, and I was disheartened to realise that I simply had no words to spare. There was no room of doubt about my love for him in my heart, but the same couldn’t be said for my trust in him. I didn’t love him because I trusted him with my whole heart. If anything, I will learn to trust him because I loved him with my whole heart.

"Love is built on trust, Victor. And you broke that trust." Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over, as I fought to regain control of my emotions. "Tell me, Victor. Tell me everything. No more lies. No more secrets." He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to touch mine, but I pulled away, needing space to process the revelations that had shattered my perception of our relationship. "You deserve to know," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "I was involved in a dangerous world, a world that consumed me and threatened to destroy everything I held dear. I made choices, terrible choices, in an attempt to protect those I love."

What happened then was unclear in her thoughts. What happened that night was too blurry for her. She could only remember feeling hot and helpless, unable to move. Maybe she was drugged too. Over the past six years, Daisy had to deal with hearing gossips and rumors about Edward including his affairs with his many girlfriends and female stars. Worst, she would hear from the news whom he was dating or sleeping with.

"I reacted that way because I was shocked. Never did it occur to me that you could be my daughter's best friend. I trust you so much Gabby so there's no reason to believe you knew who Bella was to me all these time and decided to deceive both of us by not telling us. "My love, you don't need to feel like a bad person because you're not a bad person. Isabelle has told me so much about you and how much of a kind-hearted person you are. Just like you, it never occurred to me that she was talking about my Gabby all these while." "You also don't need to feel like a Betrayal because you've not betrayed anyone. You and I fell in love without knowing we were somehow related." "It takes two beautiful

“Damien, love is like a mirror. Once it’s shattered, it’s shattered. No matter how you try to piece it back together, no matter what compensation you offer, the cracks will never disappear.” I looked him in the eye. My voice was cold, resolute. “Leave. Julian and I are getting married. Please don’t come back to disturb us again.” “Married?” It was as if Damien had been plunged into an icy abyss. The chill sank into his bones and turned his insides to stone.

I hate myself for it, but I can't stop. The words I love him hit him with a different kind of force. It wasn't a clean, simple betrayal. It was a messy, ugly, possessive kind of love. A love that stalked, that calculated, that saw his trauma as a chance to get what it wanted. It was the most terrifying thing he had ever read.

"There must have been another device. Tracy planted more than one." “Alex…” Isabella whispered, panic creeping into her voice. He clamped his jaw shut. "This is what Victor wanted – to twist every word and make it look like something else." And then the second message came through. “Check the news, Isabella. The world loves a scandal. Her trembling hands reached for Alexander’s tablet on the desk. She opened the news app — and there it was, already breaking online: ‘Alexander Steele Confesses His Forbidden Love — While Engaged to Tracy Morgan?

I didn’t know what to say. “He loved the idea of you,” she said, voice hollow. “But not you. Never fully. He loved what you did for him, how you made him feel. Not who you are.” I ended the call. My hand trembled as I stared into the dark. I didn't know who to trust anymore. But one thing was clear. This wasn't about a contract anymore. It was about truth. And I was going to find every last shred of it—even if it destroyed everything I thought I loved.

Attendance is mandatory. I looked up and met Victor’s calm, victorious gaze. The trap wasn’t just set. It had already snapped shut. And in the wreckage of my heart where love and trust used to live, all that remained was a cold, hard need for the truth—no matter how badly it burned.