Loving you was a mistake- Steve Johnson and Margaret Smith
"Loving You Was a Mistake" is a captivating tale of love, revenge, and redemption that follows the tumultuous journey of Margaret Smith and Steve Johnson. Forced into a contract marriage orchestrated by Steve out of a misguided belief that Margaret was involved with his sister's husband, Margaret finds herself bewildered by Steve's sudden animosity towards her. The narrative unfolds from their wedding day, where Steve's plan to enact revenge on Margaret begins. As Steve deliberately orchestrates circumstances to make Margaret fall for him, his initial intentions blur as he witnesses Margaret's genuine affection. However, his resolve wavers, and he decides to abandon her, only to realize his true feelings too late. Through a series of flashbacks, the story delves into the origins of the misunderstanding, unraveling the intricate web of deceit and betrayal that led to their strained relationship. As Steve comes to terms with his mistakes, he embarks on a quest to win back Margaret's trust and affection. The novel explores themes of fake love, revenge, drama, and forgiveness as Margaret grapples with the decision to forgive Steve or sever ties with him permanently. Ultimately, "Loving You Was a Mistake" is a poignant tale of love's power to overcome even the deepest wounds, leaving readers questioning whether love can truly conquer all.
"Unveiling Deception"
Steve's touch on Margaret's face was chillingly tender, a deceptive contrast to the venom in his words. "Don't lie to me ever again. I don't want to hurt you, but you always test my patience," he murmured, his voice a thinly veiled threat. "Three days since our marriage, and you've tried to disobey me multiple times."
Margaret's tears bore silent witness to the agony of her situation as she nodded in resignation, unable to voice her anguish. Steve's hand moved to caress her back, though his touch carried a chilling reminder of his contempt. "Always remember, I hate you. I can't stand your presence. I'll not even think once if you try to double-cross me."
With a final caress, Steve walked away towards his study, leaving Margaret standing alone in the suffocating silence of their shared space. She knew that pressing further would only stoke the flames of his fury, yet the burning desire for answers consumed her from within.
Summoning every ounce of courage she possessed, Margaret followed Steve, her steps faltering as she reached for a cane from the nearby table. "Steve," she called out softly, her voice barely above a whisper. Steve turned to her, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "What do you want?" he spat.
Margaret held out the cane, her voice trembling with desperation. "You can hit me as much as you want, but please tell me why do you hate me so much? Since when do you know me? Please, Steve."
But instead of answers, Steve's rage erupted like a volcano, his voice echoing through the room with a ferocity that sent shivers down Margaret's spine. "Leave from here. Get out of my sight!"
Defeated and broken, Margaret recoiled from his wrath, her heart heavy with the weight of unanswered questions and unspoken truth
With a heavy heart and trembling hands, Margaret took a step back, her eyes brimming with unshed tears as she recoiled from Steve's venomous outburst. The weight of his hatred bore down on her like a crushing weight, suffocating her with its intensity.
But even in the face of his wrath, Margaret refused to retreat entirely. With a flicker of defiance in her gaze, she held her ground, her voice barely a whisper as she dared to speak once more. "Please, Steve," she implored, her words laced with desperation. "I need to know. I need to understand why you despise me so."
Steve's eyes flashed with fury as he glared at her, his jaw clenched with barely contained rage. But beneath the surface, there was a flicker of something else – a hint of pain, perhaps, or a shadow of regret. For a brief moment, the mask of hatred slipped, revealing the vulnerable man beneath.
But before Margaret could decipher the fleeting expression, Steve turned away, his back rigid with tension as he stalked off into the depths of his study, leaving Margaret alone with her unanswered questions and shattered dreams.
As the echoes of his footsteps faded into silence, Margaret stood in the empty room, the weight of Steve's rejection pressing down on her like a crushing weight. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she crumpled to the floor, her heart breaking with the realization that the truth she so desperately sought might forever remain out of reach.
Steve closed the door with a resounding thud, his mind swirling with thoughts of Margaret's persistent inquiries. He massaged his temples, trying to quell the rising tide of frustration that threatened to consume him. With each passing moment, the weight of her relentless questions bore down on him like a heavy burden, driving him to the brink of desperation.
But as he pondered his predicament, a cunning smile crept across his lips. An idea began to form in his mind – a solution that would silence Margaret's inquiries once and for all. With newfound resolve, Steve set his plan into motion, knowing that it would require careful execution.
Hours later, Steve approached Margaret with a calculated demeanor, his expression unreadable as he stood before her. "You want to know the truth, right?" he began, his voice dripping with a sinister edge. "I will tell you, but there is a condition."
Margaret's eyes widened with anticipation, a glimmer of hope flickering within her as she waited with bated breath for Steve's revelation. Little did she know, the price of the truth would far outweigh anything she could have imagined.