Ariana Grande Cheating Novels & Stories

Adrian had finally realized it — he'd fallen for this beautiful, elegant woman. "She's my girlfriend." He turned back to look at Lacey. Panic flooded her face. "My girlfriend is outstanding. Why on earth would I stay with a cheap cheat like you?" That remark struck a nerve. Lacey didn't dare take her anger out on Adrian, so she redirected all her hatred toward Gina. "It's your fault. If you hadn't seduced him, Adrian might have forgiven me."

He whispered desperately. "The number of times you told me you won't do it again will by pass the numbers of letter in the sentence 'I won't do you it again', ever since we were young you cheated and cheated and I still forgave you but it seemed like it had grown on you... that I could just forgive you when you feel like I would, then three days later you cheat again on another girl in the same place every time, you didn't even care if I came in or not you didn't Even bother to do it in an hidden place!" Ariana yelled as she looked at him in the eyes.

he said in a hushed voice. The female doctor chuckled. "It's been ages since you last came over. How else are you going to compensate me for falsifying your medical records for you if you don't let me have some fun?" "It's all that bastard Kyle's fault," William ranted. "He ran off, and Marissa has been down in the dumps the last few days because of him." "He probably couldn't take it anymore. You were pretty clever when you set him up to make it look like he hurt you. It was a smart move to stick cooling packs on your skin beforehand."

“This is because of Mila. You’ve always wanted her. The moment she comes back, you want to divorce me? Over my fucking dead body, Gabe.” I gritted my teeth. “This isn’t about her. This about you and your fucking lies!” I turned on my laptop screen towards her, the images glaring back–her and Beta Brian at the spa, lounging at the pool, her hand on his chest, his lips grazing her neck. Proof. Her mask fell for only a moment before she pressed her lips into a thin line. “How many times, Arianna?” My voice dropped lower, colder. “How many fucking times were you with him?”

I asked him, and as I stared at him, I couldn’t help but recall Ariana’s words back in the bush. My heart was beating extremely fast. I didn’t know what would happen if it happened that I had been wrong all this time. What would happen if he actually never cheated on me with Ariana? Would I leave Alaric for him? No! I couldn’t do that. And what if I was right and he had actually cheated? What if…..

she replied, with emotion roughing the syllables. “I know you don’t want to cheat on him. But this is a matter of life and death, you will die if you don’t let him help.” Ariana said in a sad tone. “I…I can’t. I just can’t. I know how much it hurts to be cheated on, I have been there a few times, and it bites like a bitch.” The words ripped from her throat, raw and loaded with emotion. The mere idea of sex turned her stomach. Electricity skated over her skin, and heat flooded her pussy. “Shit!” she screamed as pain ravaged her face; it was impossible to bear it anymore. She turned around to look at George. His gray eyes were still fixed on her.

“Just don’t regret it when I do.” As she walked away, his phone buzzed again. A new message flashed on the screen: > Vivienne Carter: “Told you she’d ruin you. Check the news at noon.” He froze. By noon, a video leaks online — grainy, but clear. Aria Carter Cross and Ethan Walter on the terrace. Close. Whispering. And then… Ethan touches her face. The caption underneath reads: “Mrs. Aria Cross Caught Cheating — Love or Strategy?” Damian’s glass shattered against the wall.

It was as if the dramatic scene from moments ago had never occurred. I turned to Jaguar and furiously demanded, "Your family is filthy rich. Why on earth were you pretending to be a helpless stray?" He locked his eyes on me and suddenly said, "When I told you I knew you in my past life, I wasn't lying to you… "I don't know if it was a dream or if I was truly reborn, but in that past life, you married Adrian. You were really unhappy, and while you were pregnant, he repeatedly cheated on you.

"You think she's some angel? Who knows who the father of that bastard in her womb even is? "I only married your deadbeat dad back in the day to live a good life and bleed him dry. Do you actually think I thought of you as my own son? You're just a cash cow to me! I sent you to the crisis response firm so you'd rake in big bucks and spend it on me, not so you could raise a hand against me over some slut!" In her desperation to grab the moral high ground, she spun so far out with her rant that she ended up blurting out every filthy secret she'd been hiding. The words flew out of her mouth like a string of firecrackers being set off.

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”