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.
Chapter 2: A dance of deception
As the soft strains of music filled the grand ballroom, Margaret and Steve took to the dance floor for their first dance as husband and wife. To the watching eyes of the esteemed guests, they appeared the picture of marital bliss, but Margaret knew better than to be fooled by appearances.
As they swayed to the rhythm of the music, Steve's touch turned possessive, his grip tightening on her waist as he whispered a warning in her ear. Margaret suppressed a shiver, forcing herself to maintain a composed facade despite the churning unease in her stomach.
With practiced ease, Steve maneuvered Margaret around the dance floor, his movements calculated and deliberate. Each touch, each caress, was a subtle reminder of his control, a silent threat lurking beneath the veneer of romance.
But as the dance neared its end, Steve's demeanor shifted, his touch becoming more forceful, more demanding. With a sharp tug, he pulled Margaret closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he issued another warning, his words laced with a dangerous edge.
And then, as the music swelled to its crescendo, Steve seized Margaret's lips in a passionate kiss, his mouth crushing against hers with a possessiveness that left her breathless. In the heat of the moment, he bit down on her lower lip, a painful reminder of the power he held over her.
As they finally pulled apart, Margaret's head spun with a mixture of confusion and apprehension. She knew that beneath the guise of affection lay a darker truth, one that threatened to consume her if she wasn't careful. But for now, all she could do was plaster on a smile and pretend that everything was as it seemed, praying that she would find a way to break free from Steve's suffocating hold.
As Margaret and Steve approached the ornate wedding cake, Margaret couldn't help but feel a pang of longing as she gazed at its intricate layers and delicate decorations. She had once dreamed of cutting a similar cake on her wedding day, surrounded by love and laughter. But now, as she stood beside Steve, her dreams felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the harsh reality of their forced union.
Lost in her thoughts, Margaret barely registered Steve's subtle signal for a kiss, her mind still reeling from the weight of their situation. But when Steve's grip tightened on her hand, she reluctantly leaned in, pressing a hesitant peck against his lips before turning her attention back to the task at hand.
Together, they picked up the gleaming knife, its blade catching the soft glow of the candlelight as they prepared to cut into the pristine surface of the cake. With a steady hand, Margaret guided the knife through the layers, her movements mechanical as she tried to mask the turmoil roiling inside her.
As they each took a slice of cake, Margaret found herself feeding a piece to Steve, the sweetness of the gesture tinged with bitterness as she forced a smile. But when it was Steve's turn to feed her, his actions were anything but gentle. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he purposefully selected a large slice of cake and pressed it against her lips, his smirk betraying his underlying intentions.
For Margaret, the taste of the cake was bittersweet, a stark reminder of the complex dance she was forced to perform with Steve. As she swallowed the last bite, she couldn't shake the feeling that their marriage was built on more than just cake and champagne—it was built on lies, deception, and a fragile facade that threatened to crumble at any moment.