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Author's Note Dear Reader, Welcome to Beautifully Unfaithful. This is a story about betrayal, but perhaps not in the way you expect. It is about a woman who spent years carrying everyone else's expectations while quietly starving inside. It is about grief that was never healed, love that became a weapon, and the devastating loneliness that can exist inside a marriage long before anyone walks away from it. Laurel Cruz Leonard is not a perfect heroine. She makes choices that many will question. Some will judge her. Others may understand her far too well.

I rest my chin on my palm as I start reading. I am used to her small favors like asking me if it is okay to read her work. A favor that I truly enjoy, but this is the first time I read a steamy part of her novel. ‘It was just us in the elevator. When the door closed, he pressed me against the wall. His mouth kissed me hungrily. I kissed back, intoxicated with his scent, with his touch. As he pinned me against the wall, I could feel his erection pressed against me.’

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" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

Hello Lovely People! Don't forget to Rate my book with 5 stars, share your voice in the comment section and share my book. Also read my other book, 'Wounded and Bounded'. Now dive in. Love, Krystal GoodNovel *** Everything around me was moving. I could feel it. Under my head, I could sense something, a little hard along with the softness. My body was although laying but I still felt uncomfortable and whatever was covering me at the top like a blanket was definitely not a blanket as it was too short, covering my arms only.

I must be turning into a seer in my old age. ‘ A what? thought Elliot, feeling out of his depth and enthralled. ‘I’ve got all your books,’ he gasped in a vain attempt to bring some normality to their discourse. ‘I think they’re great! So well written... So real.’ Oh Lord, he was only getting in deeper. She’d think him a toadying fool now, as well as a sexfreak with no control af his willy!

We still had a little over thirty minutes left. But my heart was beating loudly for some reason, the brush of his knee on mine hunting me. I swallowed again, my eyes scanning the shelves for that one textbook I hadn’t brought today even though I didn’t actually need it. A heavy breath left me as I stopped, my eyes catching the book at the very top of the shelf. Great. I reached for the large book, standing on my toes as I stretched everything in me, like my life depended on it. Or my sanity.

One year quickly passed leaving tons of questions and dramas, the TV adaptation of the first book of the three-part series is finally shown and it's immediately trended on social media. "Congratulations, Ms. Cela! You are now a certified blockbuster writer," Hyun said. "Thank you but I'm hardly a blockbuster writer so please stop saying that. Also, I don't want to hear those compliments that may lead to more work," Cela joked. "Got that," Hyun said. "But now you have no reason to decline blind dates and speed dating."

he replies and I'm confused. "I'm sorry, what do you mean?" I ask. "Well, the thing is I actually met your twin sister a few days ago and well let's just say she's not in my very good book," he replies and I deadpan. What did Elle do now? "I sincerely apologize for whatever it is she did. I'm pretty sure she had a rough day so please forget whatever her offense was," I apologize and I can't believe I'm apologizing on that psychopath's behalf.

While I was still standing there in a stupor, Bianca stepped past me and opened the door herself. A fair, thin boy walked in, dragging a suitcase in his left hand and carrying a huge stack of books in his right, swaying under the weight. Bianca quickly took the books from him. "Let me." The face in front of me overlapped with the face in the photo. It was Mason. Bianca dragged Mason's suitcase toward the guest room. As she passed me, she started explaining awkwardly.