THE DECEIT
WHEN my parents found out that I was dating Wilson - Mark-the unknown guy from the streets of Paris - the warmth in our home began to Crack. Their smiles faded, replaced by worried glass glances and heavy silences. From the very beginning, they had seen what I couldn't see. They told me he didn't love me. They warned me that his intentions were not pure, that his eyes held hunger instead of affection. "Luna " my mother said one evening, her voice trembling with fear, "that boy is not in love with you. Please stay away from him!". My father echoed her words, firmer, colder, "he is dangerous. Not ot to your heart alone, but to everything you have".
But love or what I believed was love made me deaf. Whenever I was with Wilson, the world world felt unreal like I had stepped into a dream. Paris glowed brighter, hen he held my hands. The air felt lighter when he whispered my name. With him, I felt heaven on earth. How could something that felt so magical be wrong?
I told myself I couldn't leave him.
I told my self I couldn't live without him. No.. No.. No I refused to imagine a life without Wilson Mark. He always knew exactly what to say. He told me I was his life, his everything, the reason he woke up each morning. He said he couldn't breath without me, that losing me would destroy him. His words wrapped around my heart like a spell, and I let myself believe every lie. I ignored the warnings. I ignored the signs. I ignored my parents.
I choosed him. What I didn't know - what I refused to see was that Wilson Mark never loved me. Not for a single moment. Behind his charming smiles was a cold plans carefully hidden. He wasn't in love with my soul, he was in love with my name, my inheritance, my wealth. I was never his dream - I was his opportunity.
Slowly the mask began to fall.
He asked questions he shouldn't have asked, about my family, our business, our money. At first, I thought it was curiosity. Then it became insistence. His sweetness turned sharp when i refused. His affection faded into manipulation. The guy who once called me his world began to treat me as a possession. Until I told him everything about my family and I. I naver knew Wilson Mark was a deceiver. I never knew every kiss had been an act. Every promise, a lie. Every I love you, a weapon.
I never knew he wanted everything from me - my trust, my heart, my future, and my family fortune. I never knew he wanted to take it all and leave me with nothing. I ignored all the signs of the deceiver-Wilson Mark.