Being The Other Woman Book Novels & Stories

I stepped inside, shutting the door behind me. And that’s when I saw her. A woman sat calmly on the bed, staring at me. The supernatural being. My heart pounded. "I hope you’re enjoying your time with him," she said smoothly. I walked closer, lowering my voice. "You know what’s going on, don’t you?" She tilted her head slightly. "Yes. And it’s exactly what you should be worried about."

“What’d you have in mind? More poker games?” An image of her sprawled in his lap flashed in his mind. Of full breasts pressed against his chest. Of squirming, soft, female flesh all over him, ready to burn up in his arms. As if on cue, he looked up and read the title of the book right beside her in full presentation. How to Give a Woman Multiple Orgasms. Shit. “Alex?” He shook his head and tried to clear the fog. Was she multi-orgasmic?

Seventy-seven days. That was how long Marcus Harper had gone without saying a single word to his wife. No argument. No explanation. Just silence. And the worst part? Lila Harper still loved him. Because Marcus wasn't always cruel. He was the husband everyone wished they had—the flowers, expensive dates, gentle touches, and the way he looked at Lila like she was the only woman in the world. The perfect marriage! She was envied. But she knew what happened when the doors closed. For ten years, she kept forgiving Marcus, waiting for his silence to end and believing the loving man she knew was the real him. Until the seventy-seventh day. One bank statement changes every

Olivia was the victim in all this, but somehow, she managed to be on the tongues of almost everyone who had an opinion. My back was turned against her. “I’ll be in the council room.” I said and attempted to take a step, but her hands pulled me back. Her touch on my wrist felt warm, shaky, and unyielding. Nelly had lots of emotions surging through her veins in a blast, and it was fucking evident from the way her body vibrated. I had no choice but to meet her trembling gaze and tut after watching her lips quiver. “Am I really the only woman? Or the ‘other woman’?”

After five years by Leonardo Rizzo's side through bloodshed and gunfire, I had finally made it to our wedding day. In those five years, my surgical skill had earned me a reputation throughout Chicago. I had saved Leonardo more times than I could count. But as I stood at the altar in my wedding dress, he walked straight past me and slipped my ring onto his adopted sister Julia Rizzo's finger. My whole body went rigid. Leonardo looked back at me. There was a hint of apology in his voice, but he made no move to take back the ring. "Baby, when Julia and I were children, I promised she'd be my bride at my first wedding. As the Don of the Rizzo family, I can't break a promise. You'll understand, w

Naomi pulled me up. Behind her stood compliance officers in field jackets, the deputy director leading them. Martin looked like he might pass out, shaking against the wall. Naomi—Director of the Business Compliance Bureau. This year alone, she'd torn through company after company. Cases stacked all the way into next year. One look at Martin and you knew—if she touched his books, he was done. She kept business and government separate. Never once showed up to our dinners. Our marriage was low-key, so Talia didn't recognize her. She went right back to acting bold.

Her hand cracked across my cheek, snapping my head to the left. The sting exploded across my face. “How could you say that to me?” she whispered, her voice trembling. “Let’s call a spade a spade,” I spat, throwing her own words back at her. “You are a barren disgrace.” Her trembling hand moved to her chest. “Me, Aurora Wells, a barren disgrace?” “And you say you’re not dramatic?” I asked with an eye roll, settling back down in the chair. “Why are you suddenly using your maiden name?”

But she was able to move him inside of her easily enough, and the exhale he let go once she was situated didn’t sound completely like someone whose freedom had been compromised. Rain closed her eyes and tried to picture the cover of the book Mist had found. She imagined the man and woman on the cover were her and Adam, that instead of being strapped to a chair, his arms were around her, that he was kissing her neck, his lips trailing lower. It made it easier to move, and for a moment, she was actually beginning to enjoy herself, until she realized he was saying her name again, and her eyes came open to the same dark room, the same restrictive setting. “Rain, what were you supposed to tell me

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

Luca replied, his tone encouraging. My heart skipped a beat, and I stood there, frozen outside the door, my hand still raised. Who was this ‘her’? Who had Jack been talking to? My mind spiraled with questions, a mix of confusion and dread settling in my chest. Was there another woman in his life? What about me? The thought hit me like a punch, and I felt like my whole world was about to shift. *************