Beautiful Betrayal
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ic's voice, filled with regret, reached my ea
not your darling," I replied firml
tered that illusion. He was the notorious playboy, Dominic Russo, and for him, a wo
im how vulnerable I am. No, not this time. "I don'
nding to leave the room. But just as I was about to mak
and caressed my cheek tenderly, as if I were precious
ce was tinged with desperation, but this time he stabb
ishly believed in. In that moment, I realized that there was nothing he could do to mend the brokenness h
e barely above a whisper, my heart heavy with so
insisted, his voice pleadin
, attempting to wriggle free from his embrace
re I could say anything more, he silenced me with a rough yet surprisingly
ut despite his passionate embrace, I couldn't ignore the truth that lingered in the depths of my
ngth I could muster. He stumbled backward, his eyes widening in d
rom my eyes. "Very well, Dominic... very well," I wh
tred towards him. He looked at me with a shocked expr
ce, shame on me," I said bitterly, my vo
cut him off, refusing to l
d, each syllable a reminder of the shattered pieces of my heart. "Every time, you've taken me f
..." he pleaded, but I refused to
pse of the depth of my misery, the weight of my shattered dreams and broken heart laid bare for him to witness. And in the silence