Being The Other Woman Book Novels & Stories

EMBER "Hide!" She ordered before placing her hands on either of his shoulders and pushing him down till he was hidden right in front of the file drawers. He was at her feet, staring up at her in shock but not anger. Already sorry, she looked around cautiously while pretending to be normal and working on some documents in front of the file drawers. Exactly when she thought there was no one around and she was bending down to signal Zaire out, a woman entered the room. And it was none other than the worst person possible. Mary Maloney. The same woman who has been obsessed and blindly in love with Zaire for years.

To love and be loved, with all the terrifying, mortal risk that entails. I stand there, breathless, my cheeks wet with the tears of a relived death. Arthur is staring at me, then at the entity, his fascination now mixed with a dawning, staggering understanding. The Other Woman isn’t a rival. She’s a suitor. And she’s in love with both of us.

I wasn't alone inbthe room As there were two other people in the room with me, two women to be precise One of the women was a pretty slim lady, I had no idea what her name was. She slowly trailed her fingers across my chest, her long red nails draw lazy patterns over my skin. The other woman, lay with her head resting directly on my bare chest, her long black hair flowing like water across me. “You’re so tense, Alpha,” the first lady whispered, leaning forward to run her tongue along my collarbone. “Let us help you relax a bit more…” I gave a low, lazy chuckle. “You are doing just fine already.”

"Celeste—" "No listen to me!" I cried pulling away from his hands as I pressed myself against the wall trying to put space between us. "This isn't right none of this is right…I'm just… I'm just the other woman who doesn't belong. The charity case. The secret, I can't be that anymore. I won't." His jaw tightened as his eyes flashed. "You are not a secret."

But I wondered why he had to hesitate while glancing at Jasmine. “Introduce me to him.” Osei snorted. “And why did you conclude it's a man? It's a she.” My eyes widened, a mixture of joy flooding through my chest. “So, it's a woman?!” I straightened slightly, smoothing down my suit, already regaining control in my mind. Women were easier to negotiate with, especially when they were dealing with someone like me.

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

I tapped it open. There were photos of her and Luca’s stamped, signed marriage certificate and shots of their hands intertwined, the Vitali family crest glinting on a ring on her finger. They had already married, and I had become the other woman..... I was in excruciating pain. But it was also good this way. My leaving would give them exactly what they wanted. I knew Luca better than anyone. He’d never let her post this, not if he wanted to keep it from me. She was rubbing it in my face, plain and simple.

If he realized that I knew, tonight might be the end of me. While my mind spun, Caleb started stripping my clothes off in a frenzy. I instinctively wanted to fight him off, but I was afraid it would alert him. So, I told myself to endure it just this once. Then, by sheer luck, I suddenly got my period. It gave me the perfect excuse. I shoved him away and blurted out, "Terrible timing. I need to clean up in the bathroom first."

He immediately explained, "That's a mosquito bite. Gaby, after all these years of our long-distance relationship, have you ever seen me with anyone else?" I had believed him back then, even apologizing for being too suspicious. But now, he had become someone else's husband and was even expecting a child. The woman took the report from my hand and thanked me with a smile. When she noticed that I hadn't moved, she asked, "Are you here to see William too?" I nodded. "Then let's go up together," she said. "My husband's meetings always run long." The word "husband" hit me without warning, and a sharp pain pierced my chest.

Like, how can you befriend a woman who had intercourse with your husband on the very same bed where you made love to him? “What were you two doing?” Sophia asks. Curling her legs beneath her on the grass. “Nothing,” Mary quickly replies. Too quick even. Sophia rises one or her eyebrows, signaling she is not buying it. “It’s just silly sister-wives stuff, really… I’m sure you know.” Lucy says. “Sister-wives’ stuff?” Janne scoffs, “is that even a thing?” Apparently Janne had the same thing in mind. “Uh-huh,” Mary nods. “It is a thing.”