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