A Deadly Affair Book Novels & Stories

I’ve just released a new book titled “Married to My Father’s Enemy.” It follows Ikkohafina and her dangerously captivating husband—her father’s best friend, turn enemy, now her husband. A forbidden, intense, erotic, slow-burning story filled with tension, desire, spicy bedroom actions, and everything in between. If you loved No Saints, you will definitely love this one. I’ll be attaching a free chapter for you to read and enjoy. If it pulls you in (and I know it will), don’t hesitate to go search for the full book and dive deeper into their story.

It was posted within the next twenty-four hours. It earned me good praise from my editor and lots of positive reviews. But it was a distraction from the article. My real work had only just begun. ********** Sitting at my office, I looked and sifted through the information I had. Alessia was dangerous. Not because she was with Dominic, but because she remained alive. Women like that didn’t turn their backs on their pasts. She was playing a long game. And I was going to discover exactly what that game was.

“I love how that woman matched Abigail’s venom blow for blow. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t back down. She gave exactly what that bitch deserved—and you stood there looking like you wanted to devour her for it.” Tardrain exhaled hard through his nose, the sound ragged in the quiet room. His free hand dragged down his face in frustration. He wanted to protect her from this rot. He also wanted to drag her into the darkest parts of it, pin her against the nearest wall and taste every trembling inch of that courage until she begged. “I don’t want her involved,” he said finally, voice rougher than before. “I don’t want her knowing what happened back then. I still don’t even know if she’s tied to

"Think again, Lena. People like you always trip over their own lies eventually. I’m just here to watch the fall." She picked up her plate, her expression shifting back. "Enjoy your meal, Lena," Scarlett said, turning her back and walking toward the kitchen. "While you're still here." Lena sat frozen at the table, the silence of the penthouse suddenly feeling like a tomb. She looked at the empty seat where Jayden had been, then at the door Richard had exited. She was surrounded by men who claimed to want her and a woman who clearly wanted to destroy her. Lena realized she didn't know who was more dangerous: the enemy she knew or the lovers she thought she did.

Emmeline's breath caught in her throat. She had known about Rosa's death, known how deeply it affected Zavian, but this was a fresh wound. A betrayal cutting even deeper than she imagined. The woman he trusted, the mother of the child he mourned, had been deceiving him all along. "The memories from that timeline are bleeding through." Zavian finally met her eyes again. Something dangerous lurked in the depths of his gaze, something promising retribution for those who had wronged him.

“I am not in love with Betsy!! I only fell victim to her desperation, Alira..that is the truth.” "Interesting…so you tricked one sister into marriage and the other into being a mistress even while she's married." "Alira…wait…that's not…" “You are free to be with your mistress…I only have one thing to do and that is to report a case of murder to the authorities because you murdered my child and you will pay dearly for it.” I said as I walked out of the room. “Alira…please listen to me!! I swear I didn't mean to hurt you….Alira?? Alira??”

That’s the debt I’m paying. It’s been almost a month. Gayle called off her wedding to Carlos. She said the accident made her see clearly—she never loved him. Maybe the crash gave us all a brutal sort of clarity. I don’t know. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, a nervous habit, as Paul steps back to let me into the penthouse.

She handed the folder back to Sullivan. "It's even more shameful that the lead on the case hasn't even shown up. And what else would be said about the case when they found out that the night before Mr. Bloodstones' arrest, Detective Reyna Killian was bedding the man in question." Sullivan's eye widened slightly before she collected herself, and an ache shot through me as I glared at Imelda.

She knew better than to push when he was like this so she held his hand tighter, letting her presence speak for her. “A year after our daughter’s death, Yuna had an affair. A fleeting one, still…” His voice was distant and detached, as though he were recounting a story that didn’t belong to him. “She was with a colleague. I caught them kissing in her office. They were planning to meet again.” Emmeline was stunned. However, she remained silent, letting him continue. “When I confronted her, she told me she was sad. That the support I gave her wasn’t enough. She said she needed someone… emotionally stable.” He said dryly.

A woman in her late thirties approached — Lisa, Sarah’s best friend. “I warned her months ago,” Lisa said coldly, sliding into the seat across from him. “I saw your car at the hotel. I have photos. Messages. Everything. Sarah is devastated, but she still loves you enough not to destroy you publicly. I don’t. End the affair completely, give her the house and a fair settlement, or I send everything to her lawyer and your company.” Alex felt sick. He agreed to her demands on the spot, signing a preliminary agreement on a napkin. When he returned to the hotel, Jordan could tell something was wrong immediately.