𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗟𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
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He stood there, pressing the gun against my forehead, his eyes burning with anger, betrayal, and hate.
Hate-something I never wanted to see in his...
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I lost control when she indirectly confessed, though I doubted whether she had said it purposefully or if it was just a mere sentence that meant nothing to her.
She was not an open book anyone could read easily. She could make you feel like you knew her well, but in reality, you didn't.
She was the best at hiding her true self beneath her cold exterior.
But still, somewhere deep down, I felt she had some kind of feelings for me. If that were true, I would take every chance to make her fall for me.
I didn't understand why she wanted me to stop meeting my mother. Whatever the reason, she definitely had one.
Perhaps the real culprit was around my mother?
For a moment, I thought she might also be in danger if that were true, but then I remembered Aashvee's men were always around my family members. So, if anything happened in the future, I knew she would handle it.
I kissed her as if she were the sole purpose of my life, as if without her, I would die.
Her lips were like oxygen to me. I didn't just crave them; I desired them every second I was away from her.
She was like a drug to me, a dangerous drug that was harmful yet irresistible.
People would think I was mad if I said I fell in love with Aashvee, who was known as one of the most stone-hearted women alive.
What could I do? I had fallen for her years ago, and there was no chance I could turn back now.
Not when I officially had the right to call her mine. She was my wife, and loving your wife was the best thing you could ever do in your life.
When she felt breathless, she tried to push me away, but was it enough for me? I didn't think so.
We were both breathless. There was blood on her lips and mine. She wiped the blood from my lips.
I leaned in and sucked her lower lip to clean off the blood. When I pulled away, she was staring into my eyes, as if she were reading my very soul, as if she knew everything about me.
She was a master at it, reading people through their eyes. That's why she was the best advocate in our country, able to read anyone like a scanner. Sometimes I felt scared.
What if she read all of me? There was nothing to hide, but still, I feared someone could look into my eyes and understand everything I tried to conceal from the world.
"I didn't mean that," I frowned at her words. What was she talking about? If it was about the moon, then yeah, I had a little idea she might not mean it. I made myself comfortable on the couch and guided her body to lay over mine.
"I know, but let me live in my delusion," I said, wrapping my hands around her waist as she rested her head on my chest.
After that, she didn't say anything further, and I chose to remain silent. I didn't want to complicate our relationship, which was still not a proper one.
