Novel & Cerita Business Of Loving Cheats

With that, I picked up my bag and strode away under everyone's shocked gazes. When I stepped out of the cafe, the sunlight was blinding. My phone vibrated with a message from James. [The offshore accounts have been traced. The fund flows are quite interesting—besides Wendy, a huge sum also went to an overseas casino.] I halted mid-step. So Cameron had not only cheated and transferred assets—he had also been involved in gambling. That made things even more interesting. That very evening, I received an invitation. It was to the industry's top-tier "Golden Architecture Award" gala.

"We shouldn't say this, but when Aidan's startup crashed, Lorelei said she'd sell liquor to bail him out. He didn't want her to. She went ahead anyway and made three million in three years," Callum replied. "That much? From selling drinks?" Isabella gasped. Callum scoffed, "No way. Drinks don't pay that much." Isabella pressed, "So, where did she get the money?" The room fell silent. They all assumed I'd sold my chastity.

My life was just hell with him so if he lived I would get a better life to stay with anyone I got mated to this time. " Send him a friend request with your link" Lovie interrupted our little happiness with a frown on her face. I just agreed to what she said and it worked as thought since he already had a Tinder account he usually used to cheat on me despite the I kept all myself for him I wasn't sad at all since there wasn't any form of love from me to him nor either from him to me. Lovie's point was noted and all was able to work accordingly even when the plan was about to fall out but we still used our intelligence to cover that up.

"Angel, what are you insinuating? That I..." "That you are not even worth the loyalty I am giving you. Do you know how many guys that asked me for a ship evryy single day? Is it because I just want to be with you and love you because I chose to? What do you think about love again? Being a cheat? Does that sound like love in its gestures? Like, Really?"

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears as she recounted the painful events. Ann continued, "It all started with Mark's girlfriend, Jane. She suspected him of infidelity and, in her desperation, she turned to a television show called 'Charlie Brown's Cheaters.' She believed the show could reveal the truth." As Ann spoke, the weight of the story became evident. Mark, a victim of circumstances beyond his control, had been unwittingly thrust into a televised spectacle of betrayal. My heart ached for him and the injustices he had endured. "Charlie Brown's Cheaters," the notorious show that specialized in exposing unfaithful partners, had orchestrated a scheme to trap Mark. Jane, driven by her doubt

"Century gold-digger. Give him an Oscar." "How much are you willing to wager that he's signed a pre-nup? Oh wait, there ain't no 'nup'!" "He's not in love with him, he's in love with the AmEx Black Card. Wake up, people." "#TheBillionairesLover is about to pass out. Guess the price of authenticity is pretty steep, huh?"

He asked me, his eyes filled with anxiety. “That's not us.” I shrugged. “Till date, you still cheat on me, James. Let's say, I can grow in love and be with you but what about you, are you willing to do that?” I curled my lips and his lips pursed, he didn't say a word. “As a businessman, you would always seal a deal by sleeping with your female business partner, dating them or doing ridiculous things. Do you think it's something that I can hear?” I raised an anxious brow, staring at him.

Return the car I gave you by tomorrow, or I'll report you for unlawful possession of my property! Upon hearing this, Liam, who was now covered in cake, immediately started to panic. "You can't do this, Queenie! We care about each other, don't we? S-She's the one who seduced me. You're the woman I truly love!" "You love me?" Queenie responded in a mocking voice. She looked like she had just heard the most absurd thing in the world. Then, she pointed at the trembling woman and barked, "Was cheating on me with this woman a supposed act of love? You siphoned off my company's money to buy her a handbag. Did you do that because you loved me as well?

To them it was harmless cheating on their wives by fucking hot whores since no one would ever find out about it. What made this business so successful was the confidentiality. Her clients could do whatever they wanted and walk out of the room without staining their clean social image. She smiled when she picked up the file. Speaking of a man who paid huge money; Mr A. He had a great reputation, he was a casanova with the ladies. He fucked some ladies so good they even tried to decline payment. Of course that wasn't possible because this was a business, but such was his prowess, ladies got excited at the mere mention of his name.

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.