A Deadly Affair Book Novels & Stories

High tech gadgets and weapons she had never seen lined up every wall except the wall with some shelves in front of it. Walking to one of the shelves, he pulled out the book that caught her attention the other day. So much protection for one book, huh? Was it Heaven's book of life? "This journal contains confidential information. It's very essential," he said, responding to her unasked question. Her forehead knotted as she walked closer to the book which he placed on the glass table. Reese bit her lip, eyeing the journal like it was some explosive waiting to blow up in her face.

he asked and i nodded, he leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling away at the sound of an elderly mans voice. “I didnt realize how far you’re going from the bachelors life. Its good for you.” “Good evening to you Mr. Thiago.” NB: Hello Guys, how are you all doing? How are you all enjoying the story? Hope you’re having a great time reading about Arthur and Danielle? I really do look foward to your comments about your favorite character. This is to also inform you that the book is almost coming to an end. Its been a long journey with a lot of ups and downsv(trust me, this project did a lot to me and my mind as a writer) and i sincerely love everyone of you who have read

There was something dangerously beautiful about being wanted in plain sight. Talia had lived her life in well-tailored clothes and carefully crafted smiles, always polished, always predictable. But now, she wore lust like a second skin. It hummed beneath her surface when Cameron entered a room. It buzzed in her veins when his fingers brushed hers while passing a file. It burned down her spine when she caught him watching her lips while she spoke to her husband. Their secret affair had grown bolder, unrestrained, and recklessly hungry. They fucked wherever they could. In the garage. In her bathroom with the water still running. Against the wall outside Richard’s study while he talked numbers

I flipped it over to read the back. Then I saw the title on the spine. Craving The Wrong Man by Nancy Grey. I froze. The wrong man. I looked at the description. A woman trapped by circumstances, falling for the dangerous man sent to protect her. Forbidden desire. Enemies to lovers. High stakes romance. My face burned hot. Oh, this was too close. Way too close. This was basically my life right now, packaged as a romance novel. Minus the actual romance part, of course. Because I wasn't falling for Zade. I wasn't.

If the story ended there, it would have been a simple one. My mother had committed a crime and paid the price. But what if we added their identities? The pregnant woman was Serena Miller. Her lover was Daniel Zimmerman. My father. And also my mother’s husband. Yes. It was the oldest affair story in the world. The kind where your best friend steals your husband. The mess between the three of them was tangled beyond explanation. I looked at Serena and said, “I know Mom made you lose your baby, and then Mom went to prison.”

Untouched by the violence and secrets that surrounded her. But for how long? I thought about the journal, about Isabella's words. About love and violence existing in the same heart. What had happened to her? How had she died? And why did I have the terrible feeling that her death was connected to everything else? To Marcus's murder, to my presence here, to the dangerous game I was now part of? My phone buzzed softly. A text from an unknown number: *Some secrets are worth dying for. Others will get you killed. Choose wisely.*

“This is the truth. The beginning.” Adrian stepped forward, slow and solemn. “And now you know.” Isabella looked down at the pages again, her tears falling freely now. Her world—the one she thought she understood—was gone. This was no longer about secrets or ethics or blurred lines. This was personal. This was war. She stared at the name on the spine, then closed the binder carefully. Her hands were steady now. Her voice was cold. “This ends with them,” she said. “All of them.” And Adrian, whether by guilt or fate, was now part of her reckoning....

By noon, it was everywhere…a digital wildfire spreading faster than anyone in the Kane empire could contain. Kane Heir's Secret Affair. Bride's Sister Steps In While Fiancée Fights For Her Life. I sat on the edge of my bed, the cold screen of my phone illuminating my face as I scrolled through headline after relentless headline. Cruel words dissected my body, my character, and my intentions, strangers deciding exactly what kind of gold-digging monster I was without knowing a single true thing about that terrible night in the study.

"I'm really sorry that you have to witness this Olivia. It was never my intention to—" "Are you apologizing to her right now? Are you seriously doing that in front of me? I am the one who had walked in on both of you unannounced and canoodling with each other. I'm the one who had come into your office to see a woman that you had an affair with working by your side as your secretary." She stated fiercely.

And at night, you said you couldn't sleep with her in the room, so the nanny was the one staying up with her. I continued coldly, "As a mother, what have you done? You put sleeping medications in her milk bottle just so you could go on a date with your lover. You killed her." Sandra shot to her feet, her face flushed with indignation. "We're not lovers! Shawn and I are just close friends." I scoffed. "Is that what you call 'close friends' these days? Kissing another man in your own home while your husband's around?" Shawn stood up and said, "A sleeping pill isn't going to do anything serious to a baby. She just needed a good night's rest. You're making this a big deal over nothing."