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Love That Crosses The Line

HATE THAT I LOVE YOU

“For years, I gave myself to him without complaint. I loved him like I’d never loved another; I worked diligently in the shadows to make him the man he is today, while he only ever regarded me as his trophy wife to his peers. I didn't mind; why? Because I loved my husband, and all I wished for was his success until I didn't anymore.” _____________ Imani Knightley thought she had found her better half in Louis Benoit. They had met during her first year at the university while she was studying for her master's. Imani would call it love at first sight, and it was beautiful. She would swear on her parents graves that her husband couldn’t live or breathe without her. They had only dated for a year before she introduced him to her parents, the Knightleys, and they got married a year later. Imani would say her marriage to Louis was perfect, except for the fact that she’d been trying for kids for a while and every time life offers a glimmer of hope, she loses said hope. Yet she was happy; her marriage was perfect until it wasn’t anymore. Her husband never gave her any reason to doubt his love for her until the arrival of Louis' new personal assistant, who conveniently happened to be his ex-girlfriend. Imani’s glass-perfect marriage and image shatter as she is faced with the betrayal and deceit of Louis Benoit. What happens when divorce isn’t an option but Imani wants out? In a circle where Imani has always felt like an outcast despite the influence of her late parents, she turns to the arch-enemy of her husband with a yearning for vengeance. "Since he chooses to go low. I am willing to reach to the depths of hell just to show him what the scorn of a woman feels like. I’ll make him take a seat and watch as I destroy everything he holds dear."
WixxardWright · 1.3K Views

Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
Katubari · 14.2K Views
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