All The Wrong Places Novels & Stories

A/P "We may love the wrong person or cry for the wrong reason. But one thing is sure, mistakes help us find the right person." ~A/N

"We should." Neither of them spoke for a moment. The street moved around them — a woman walking past with a pushchair, a black cab slowing for the junction at the end of the road, the ordinary Sunday afternoon of a city that had no interest in either of their problems. "This morning was a mistake," Sophie said. Clearly. Cleanly. The way she'd rehearsed it in the café while Theo was talking, the sentence she'd built while walking here. "I was — I got caught up in the moment, and the conversation, and I shouldn't have—"

The door slammed shut with a heavy bang, followed immediately by the sharp clink of iron locks falling into place. The three of us stood there silently, staring at one another. None of us had the mood to admire the luxury of Princess Shirley's estate. Bryson was the first to break down. He collapsed onto the floor, clutching his head as he let out a miserable howl. "This is a curse! A complete curse! "In the first life, I got greedy. I wanted to marry the princess and rise to the top in one step. What did I get?

Putting people in their place. That was all. Right?.

"Luna! Luna, Something's wrong!" My heart clenched.

I heard he was kicked out of the mansion and was living alone in some rundown apartment. Between the heavy drinking, the stress, and his broken heart, he developed severe pneumonia that winter. I was basking in the sun at Matteo’s seaside villa in Sicily when I heard the news. Matteo peeled a grape, fed it to me, and told me the story like it was a joke. "That fool spends his days listening to your records, coughing his lungs out," Matteo said, casually wiping his hands as if talking about a stray dog. "The council has given up on him. He's finished. He's never coming back from this."

Franklin sent his military allowance on time, and I could freely spend the generous sum my parents had given me as my wedding gift. Gradually, the money from Franklin stopped coming. Then, Reuben showed his true colors, forcing me to give him cash for gambling and beating me senseless when I refused. The enormous amount of money my parents left me was completely gambled away by Reuben. To make matters worse, I discovered red sores covering my body that gave off a foul smell. It was not until I went to the hospital that I learned Reuben had infected me with an STI that could not be cured.

She had loved the wrong man. *

‘Yes, you lost the endorsement deal with Wilde Enterprises, but you’ve gained numerous other offers. Olivia’s tone turned sharp, her words laced with determination. ‘But Wilde Enterprises is one of the biggest companies in the country! If the news of this spreads, who will come to me? It’s your false news that has tainted my reputation. You must compensate me for this.’ Alessia hesitated for a moment, her mind racing to find the best course of action. Finally, she spoke, her voice filled with a quiet resolve. ‘Miss Anderson, it appears you’ve mistaken your target. I believe you’ve found the wrong person to blame.’