Being The Other Woman Book Novels & Stories

“Cain… yes… right there!” I bit my lip. My fingers moved faster, matching the rhythm of the creaking bed. In my mind it was me pinned beneath him. Me he was whispering those filthy promises to. But it wasn’t. It was her. The other woman. The one whose lipstick was probably smeared across his neck right now. I scoffed. Maybe I am the other woman now. A broken sob escaped me as I pushed two fingers inside myself. The stretch wasn’t enough. It would never be enough like his massive cock.

“About you.” She raised an eyebrow. “Which one? That I run my father’s books now? That I’m better at it than half his captains? Or the one where I killed a man with a look.” “Not funny,” he said. “About… another man.” “Ah,” she said, as if they were finally at the interesting part. She sipped. “There are always rumors about women in our position. It helps the world pretend we’re someone else’s hobby.” He studied her profile like a painter deciding whether to add one more line. “I’d hate for them to be true.”

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. *************

he murmured, voice husky with spent restraint. “No.” Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “I’m free.” ⸻ For the first time in years, she didn’t feel fragile. She didn’t feel like a woman taped back together with hope and fear. She felt whole. She felt like fire contained in skin. She felt like Eden Cross. Not the girl who wore his name like a chain. Not the wife who shrank to fit his shadow. Not the woman afraid of being too much, too loud, too anything.

She, a strong willed woman, was being reduced to a mess because a younger man she barely knew decided to ignore her after one intense encounter. The more he stayed away, the more his power grew. His absence was a masterstroke in manipulation. It wasn't about sex for him, she realized. It was about control. It was about making her need him. She found herself in the library, a vast room with more books than she could read in a lifetime. She pulled down a book on Australian history, but the words swam before her eyes. The only thing she could focus on was the sound of her own breathing, and the silence of the house.

But I wasn’t every man. I watched closely as Aria leaned in and whispered something in the woman’s ear. I couldn’t hear what she said, but whatever it was, it set her off. With a furious cry, the woman shoved Aria with full force, sending her crashing to the ground. Now that’s what I’m talking about. Things just got a hell of a lot more interesting. I expected the second woman to jump in, to join hands with her friend and beat Aria into the ground. I wanted them to. I needed them to.

as his body didn't stiffen under her touch the way it did with mine. Instead, he let out a slow breath, his eyes closing briefly as if she was the only thing in the world that could calm him. I had decorated the room with love. Cooked with love. Dressed with love. For my husband. But in the end, only she could soothe him. Only The Other Woman could give him the comfort... ***