Adulteress Novels & Stories

She was a god in scheming. Helena’s voice sharpened to a final cut. “So no, Adele was not an adulterous woman. She was not married. She was a child robbed, switched, deceived, and then tempered by fire. Every scar, every tear she shed was preparation. Now she sits here as she was meant to be: Margaret Harrington’s granddaughter. My granddaughter by oath. The bride for my grandson.”

"Ah! Ah! Y-you're speaking nonsense. Miss Wayne aside, all others are married!" "Ah, like you." And then he slapped her butt before delivering another merciless piercing. "Oh, teacher... You're easy to f*ck because you're inside is overflowing, and you're tight so tight... as expected of a newlywed... Oooh!" "Uuuuh..." The crying woman felt a warm surge again within. "Teacher, sorry, one more time... Hah, ah, I'm sorry for making you an adulterer... but please know that I enjoyed it with you so much."

Altezza shrugged. Well, the rest was desire. No, not desire. But passion and pleasure. Yes, this was the pure passion a man has for a woman, and anything Altezza did to Adaline was not a sin or a mistake because she was his wife, not his mistress or another man's woman.

Naara grumbles. For the second time, Naara catches Adelrado doing inappropriate things. The man is having a fierce kiss with a woman dressed skimpily. The redhead kisses Adelrado with such fierceness, like a hungry lioness, while Adelrado is merely standing calmly, following the rhythm set by the woman as he squeezes her big ass which Naara is quite sure is fake Naara's heart beats wildly and her lips feel numb having that wild scene play out before her eyes. The kiss isn’t the only reason for Naara's speeding heartbeats, the biggest factor being Adelrado's sharp look, as before she manages to escape, their eyes find each other for a moment. At the same place, the hot kiss turning bland all

However, she could not say that Big Brother had snuck into her room in the middle of the night. It did not matter if her reputation was ruined, but she couldn’t bear to drag down Big Brother. Jill said, “You can’t say it, right? The evidence is conclusive. What’s there to quibble about? B*tch, you committed adultery with a foreign man and colluded with a demonic cultivator to try to topple Hygieia Valley. You should be ashamed to face those in Hygieia Valley who raised and taught you. You should be ashamed to face your ancestors. You should be ashamed to face your master. Anyone has the right to punish people like you!

“Things are so hard right now, and I—” “Shut up, Elena. Just shut your mouth,” Michael barked, cutting me off with absolute disgust. “You think you can just disappear, break my heart, and then call me whenever you feel like it? You’re nothing but a gold-digging slut. A whore who sold herself to the highest bidder.” The words hit me so bad, tearing right through the remaining pieces of my shattered dignity. “Michael, no, it wasn’t like that—” I choked out.

“A rogue from outside our borders. She has been meeting him in secret.” A rogue? So, he really had no idea about Kaine. He wasn’t punishing me for what truly happened, he was just making something up to be rid of me. I clenched my jaw. “You’re lying.” Lucien shook his head. “I wish I were.” A sickening tension settled in my stomach. No matter what I said, no matter how I fought, I knew how this would end. “The punishment for adultery is imprisonment,” an elder declared. “With hard labor.”

“Speak up, girl.” “None of your business. Your business isn't even lucrative anyway.” I mocked him, bracing for the explosion. “So you've been seeing another guy, taking his money. That's why you changed, keeping me at arm's length for no reason.” “Wrong guess.” “I'm not surprised. You dumped me because some new guy throws cash at you. Women!” “That’s what you think.” “What else? Who knows if you're still the world's best virgin? Who knows if you haven't opened those filthy, overrated legs to your new money making machine?”

I just knew that it was a mess. Through the crack in the door, I saw Andrew's body pressing down on top of Ian. They were both kissing each other passionately while exchanging sugary yet disgusting sweet nothings. "Do you love your wife, Andy?" Ian asked, pouting. I had never heard such contempt and abhorrence in Andrew's voice as I did then when he replied, "If I did, I wouldn't have gotten some other guy to have sex with her and make it seem like she cheated on me."

With trembling fingers, I tapped the article. The words hit me like punches. They called me a gold digger. A social climber. A manipulative slut who had supposedly dumped one brother for the richer one. They painted me like some heartless opportunist — a woman who had “snared” Andrew for money and status. And then there were the pictures. Old photos of me and Matthew — one of us laughing together at a café, another of his hand casually on my waist. The comments beneath were brutal. She’s disgusting.