Romans & histoires Being The Other Woman Book

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.”

This had to be Freeda. Freeda was still clad in the skintight black outfit of a battlefield warrior, as if she were eager to flaunt her status as an Alpha Female. When our eyes met, she raised her chin in a deliberate show of arrogance. The rest of the room grew quiet, their eyes on me, waiting for something to unfold. Rosie Holman, Vahn's mother, was the first to break the silence. "Cecilia, Pearly, come sit beside me." Rosie beamed as she pulled out a chair for me. She was a short, plump woman, her rounded figure a result of the constant medication she needed after being poisoned with wolfsbane in the past.

Because not only had she sworn off men in general, she’d sworn off men who made her girl parts tingle very specifically. One thing was certain. Looks were deceiving. Because there were no perfect men. “Just perfect idiots,” she muttered, lifting her hand from the wheel, as if taking an oath. “Yes, your honor, guilty as charged. No need for a trial. The evidence is overwhelming.” She looked at him again . . . and, yep, definite tingles. Book me, lock me up, and throw away the key, judge. Because that’s apparently the only way I’m going to save me from myself. Calder Blue wasn’t sure if the woman still strapped in the driver’s seat of the banged-up Audi was waving at him or blocking the sun fr

After one month, I gradually adapted to this busy but fulfilling life. One day, I found Jessica standing outside my dorm. "Zachary, why are you doing this? Why did you write Marcus' name on the marriage application? And why didn't you go to Lisbeth?" Her voice was filled with anger and confusion. I met her gaze coldly. "I don't want a wife whose heart belongs to someone else. It's disgusting and makes me sick." Jessica stared at me in disbelief. "How can you say that? You weren't like this before."

Many women had tried to marry into the Porters, but Christine was destined to remain an outsider. I, on the other hand, had been seen as less than even Christine in the Porter family's eyes—which was why they had treated me so poorly. Whenever I was around, Christine appeared like a shining star by comparison. But after I left, Christine ruined herself. Her true nature revealed itself, and it was no surprise that they never ended up together. Vincent had only married me in the first place because I was valuable to him—a stepping stone. But now, that door was forever closed.

“He’s using me to get back at him for something. This is all part of his plan! He is a liar.” “You should have told me the truth when I showed you his picture,” she said, her voice getting quieter but more dangerous. “You should have confessed that you were the other woman.” “I’m not the other woman!” I protested. “I never chose any of this!” “You are, and now you’re going to pay for it,” she said with a cold smile that sent chills down my spine. “Since you’re so desperate for someone else’s man, let’s see how it feels to have them all at once.”

When men and women entered that strange and bizarre world, the noise and liveliness caused them to break free from the dullness of the mortal world and enter the land of depravity and flight. Thomas sat on a chair with an enchanting woman beside him. She's a completely different woman from Jessica. The woman was very beautiful and had a foreign bloodline. Her eyebrows and eyes were very deep, and her delicate makeup made her even more beautiful. Her tall and enchanting figure was perfectly proportioned. Those who had seen her once would look back a second time. This was the little star of the rumor...

Mine had already drained away, replaced by something colder, heavier—worry. My thoughts spun as I stared out the window. I couldn’t keep clashing with him like this. That ridiculous book, The Perfect Wife, flashed through my mind—its chapters on handling dominant men. Softness. Vulnerability. Subtle rebellion. A woman with fire, but without the flames. Sweet enough to draw in. Dangerous enough to chase.

He needed someone different, someone better, someone who matched his status and could help him achieve more in his professional life and build a strong status and Leah was not just that person. Still, he asked, “Why? Why do you want this?” At that moment, Leah could see a trace of hope, almost as if he still wanted her, but it quickly faded away. Maybe if he hadn’t said those words with another woman holding on to him so tightly, she would have wanted him back. But as painful as this was, it was clear that if she stayed, she was just going to become the other woman in her marriage.

Realizing I wouldn't budge, his tone sharpened as he tried to persuade me again. "If you won't answer it, I will!" I pushed his hands away and made a move to get out of bed to head for the door. Yet, he abruptly seized me, attempting to forcefully shove me into the bathroom. I tried to break free from his hold, but the difference in strength between us was overwhelming. As he was about to force me inside, the front door was kicked open from the outside. The very next second, a young woman in a white dress stormed in with several netizens, who were holding up their phones and livestreaming everything. The young woman was the original poster herself, a third-year medical student named Elowen J