Affair Novels Novels & Stories

And now, I was trapped with two men who were supposed to keep me safe, but who felt just as dangerous as the threat outside. I didn’t know it then, but that was the night everything changed. The night I stopped being Aria Sinclair, the reckless heiress who played with danger for fun. Because danger? It was about to play with me

I don't know why he was still following and begging me, right after serving me a very messy divorce. I almost couldn't believe that he had cheated on me until I saw his assistant’s baby bump. She had strutted into my apartment flaunting it to me as she detailed how long their affair had been going on and how stupid and ignorant I had been. She had even paid news outlets to publish their affair. The elevator dinged and I dragged my luggage bag with me as I walked out of the elevator. Immediately I stepped out, I felt his clammy hands grab my arm and I had to push down the urge to vomit. I wonder how I used to love his hands on me.

The fragrance was mild when it was applied to the skin, but it had a strong arousal effect. Considering Christin's height, Rebecca decided to apply some behind her ears as well. She dabbed a little and saved the remaining for future use. If she could succeed that time, she would definitely find another chance to seduce Christin in the future. After several times, even if he didn't have any feelings for her at first, his feelings would definitely change afterwards. An affair would always be more exciting than a normal relationship. She wanted to start an affair with Christin. Didn't Cyril have his eyes glued on her all the time? Wasn't it exciting to play with his father's girlfriend behind h

The news of Damien Sterling's engagement to Ava Rossi was a media sensation. Instead of focusing on scandalous headlines about a "mystery woman" or "compromising positions," listeners were treated to thrilling revelations regarding a whirlwind romance involving an entrepreneur and creative artist. The moment was set in motion. This finely crafted press release, a work of spin doctoring, depicted sex life at this year's charity gala, with secret dates and the occasional loss during their busy schedule.

Rebecca saw him leaving, and immediately she runs after her lover. My clueless mother-in-law did not suspect a single thing. Did she blindly trust her son, so much that she can't understand a simple logic? "Cynthia, shall we go?" She ignored the scene happening right before us; of her son having a heated argument with Rebecca. Even a fool would read meanings to such hostile behaviour between two people that are basically having an affair. The event planner of the charity warmly welcomed my mother-in-law and myself. We were even given seats in the front, while the cloths were being taken down from the trunk of her car. Justin and his mistress should be coming over to the event, hopefully in t

My guilty feelings for being the first one to cheat had subsided and life was back to normal. One Saturday night, after we put the kids to bed and we had a couple of drinks, I asked my wife if she planned to have an affair that night or if things just happened. She told me her friends had been encouraging her for a while to have her own affair but she resisted. Some of it was her lost confidence in her attractiveness as she got older and after having a couple of kids. My affair hurt her confidence also, feeling she wasn't attractive enough to keep me from wandering. I reassured her that wasn't the case.

The internet had turned into a feeding frenzy, every outlet dissecting what I’d set free. I didn’t need to read them all to know the tone: disbelief at first, then scandal, then rage. Sera, the perfect bride, the charity darling, the face of purity and grace, was the product of Catherine’s affair. And not just any affair. One that rewrote the entire Blackwood bloodline. Zane scrolled through his phone beside me, eyes sharp, mouth curved in the faintest of smiles. “It’s everywhere,” he said. “Exactly as it should be.”

“That’s such a smart idea; girls like Sam will be dying to read such.” Of course it was a smart idea; it was from a smart brain. “Today must be my unlucky day,” we heard a girl say and turned to find the upcoming actress who was brave enough to have an affair with my husband (Olivia) and the girl who was rumored to be engaged to Liam, Jasmine. What were they doing together?

My finger swelled and turned red instantly. "Still lying to yourself? My boyfriend would never leave me for a shameless homewrecker like you! This ring isn't yours to wear. Even if my boyfriend gets angry, I'll just soothe him, and he'll forgive me instantly. We're about to get married. We already have the marriage certificate! What are you even to him?" She looked around at the others. "All her clothes are from my boyfriend. Let's strip her naked so everyone can see what she's really like!"

Adrian’s office was designed to project power. Sunlight spilled across rare books and oil paintings. The scent of leather and ink mingled with something uniquely his—quiet, deliberate, controlled. But none of it softened the storm that walked in with Isabella. She shut the door behind her without a word. The silence cracked as Adrian looked up, sleeves rolled, jacket gone, tension in every line of his posture. “How many more lies?” she said, voice low and dangerous. “How many more rooms like the Red Room?”