Business Of Loving Cheats Novels & Stories

"Nothing. We stick to the facts. The investment is legitimate. Properly documented. Legal. Let them make false claims. We'll prove them wrong in court." After the call, Grace checked social media. It was worse than she thought. "She's literally being paid by her boyfriend. What a gold digger." "This proves she's been cheating all along." "Mason was right. She's a liar." "$5 million for what? We all know what." But there were defenders too. "It's a business investment. She's being smart." "Her accounts are frozen. She needed funding. This is legitimate." "Why is everyone slut-shaming her for making a business deal?"

He fires. I bolt up, “My husband, you, I am not hooking up with anyone; he legally belongs to me, and I didn’t go cheating around while having a faithful partner.” He hissed, “Oh please, Riley, let’s be realistic; you never loved me. It was always what I had, and since you got your pussy around my boss’s dick, you couldn’t resist, especially because he is the country’s top billionaire. It was always for the money. If you had any ounce of respect and love for me, you would never be with another man—“

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she screamed. Startled by her sudden tears, Keith momentarily paused in his action. Walking in his father’s footsteps, Keith was a well-known playboy in Spring City. As a member of the Luxton family, he had played with women of different ages, sizes, and statuses. From young to old, celebrities to influencers, he had affairs with them all. But even after seeing so many women, Nina was able to instantly evoke his desire. She exuded a forbidden allure that made him want to f*ck her nonstop.

I loved the way he thrust into my p***y and after some good long thrusts in to my core , he lastly withdrew his half flaccid d**k out of me , glistening with both our juices. "I'm exhausted let's sleep " ,l uttered out before l collapsed down on his bed . " One of my best nights ", He murmured before he pulled me more closer to him . Cuddling with him , l stared at his hairy chest in disbelief . Ignoring the intense sex , l now wished he was my husband . Skilled in bed with care and love , he was an opposite of Mark . Even when I was still beautiful with no kids , Mark used to be toxic instead of showing love to me . With this , now l had to Iive with what l have done . As bad as it sounded

“My mother set you up with my brother. How do I know you didn’t screw him? You seemed pretty into him at the dinner.” “You really are a son-of-a-bitch,” she hissed. He took a long drink from his beer. “I’m in love with Theresa and I intend to marry her. If you try to mess things up for me, you’ll be sorry.” “I’m dying to know what it is about Theresa that makes her so special,” Linda said jealously. “She’s better in bed than you are, for one,” he chuckled. “Speaking of bed. Did you expect me to take you in there when I got here? Is that why you’re dolled up like that?”

Adam “These fucking reporters,” I shouted as I threw down the newspaper in disgust. “Adam Jacob, a Casanova and a big-time player, has broken up with Supermodel who’s a sweetheart, Heather Summers.” That was the headline that was on the front of today’s morning newspaper. These journalists were like a hungry dog lusting after a damn bone. They had written total crap and made it seem like I was the bad guy. They didn’t know who Heather Summers was. I can bet my life that she was the one who tipped them off about me being a famous “Casanova.”

Then she went public—apologies everywhere, saying she never should've cheated, never should've taken my love for granted. Almost overnight, her image in Sorevia City flipped. Elite executive to someone people couldn't stand. Her company went down with her—stock in a nosedive. But she still didn't stop. She even bought ad space all over the city just to say sorry. She said if I'd come back, she'd do anything. I couldn't wrap my head around it. She was the one who betrayed me—so why act like she still loved me? People tried to talk me into meeting her, said I should hear her out, clear the air.

She practically lunged across the room, grabbing my arm and yanking me toward her. "Who the hell is she?" she spat. I turned to her with a frosty expression. "It's none of your business, Quinn." "None of my business? Are you serious? You're my boyfriend! Do you even realize this is cheating?" Cheating? I couldn't help but laugh. Layla immediately stepped in front of me, and her wary gaze locked on Quinn. "Quinn, we broke up a long time ago. And if anyone here knows what cheating looks like, it's you."

Emma - "Ye... yes, hun. Our son here has been asking for his father. Please Babe, we need you." Emma continued with her plea. She had been scammed into investment by her lover, but he had run away with her money after accusing his supposed son not to be his. She had used the last of her money on a taxi to get to Coles' mansion, and she is now contemplating whether she's made the right decision by pinning her son, whom she is uncertain of who his father is on Cole. She had been unfaithful during the time of her relationship with Cole. Despite the love and care as well as the support he provided her, she had been greedy and entertained other men behind his back, including his best friend.