Cheater Novel Novels & Stories

Then I lowered my head and chuckled wryly to myself. So that’s how it was… no wonder he was in such a hurry for a divorce. He’d already found himself another woman. If he wanted to leave me simply because the feelings between us had faded, that would be one thing… but he’d come up with such a bold ruse, for the purposes of tricking me into agreeing to the divorce, even selling my own property, while he kept the lion’s share for himself. He was evil, indeed… I carefully folded up Ian’s physical report, and hid it in the deepest recesses of my handbag.

I'm such an idiot! The shocking part wasn't necessarily that Edwin had cheated on her, which Cherish realized sounded hypocritical since she cheated on her husband while Edwin had no commitments to anyone, including her. No, the shocking part was, he did it with her sister, Faith, Mrs. Goody Two Shoes, the rule follower. Even with Faith's newfound zest for life busting through the walls of her timidity, Cherish never would have thought her sister would actually stray from her marital bed. It seemed like too far of a stretch. Yet, Edwin tossed Cherish to the side so he could sleep with Faith, working his way through the Driscoll women. At least with Grady, everyone knew he was an outright sna

Slowly, she turned back to the man who had stepped in for her defense, her lips curling into a sweet, polished smile. “Thank you for stepping in,” she said, her tone soft but laced with the confidence of a woman who had just won a battle without lifting a finger. The man shook his head, his expression tinged with something like disappointment. “That woman was in the wrong from the start. Men who cheat deserve punishment.” His lips curled faintly, almost amused. “You’re quite impressive.”

Michelle's voice was almost pleading, but I wasn't moved at all. She wasn't sorry—she was scared. The videos of her being cornered by debt collectors? As someone always online, I definitely wouldn't miss those. The formerly elegant Reid heiress, once surrounded by admirers, now trapped in an alley by creditors. That lost and panicked look—it was truly satisfying to watch. "Can't handle even this? I haven't even put your crimes on blast yet. "Every time I think about you using my money to bankroll that little loser, it makes me sick.

The I was wrong at sixteen was for getting too close to another girl. The I was wrong at eighteen was for forgetting my birthday. The I was wrong at twenty-two was for losing his temper at our engagement party. The I was wrong at twenty-three was for being in another woman's bed while my mother was dying. And the other woman was my sister. I'd set up a filter so Connor's emails went straight to trash. Trash auto-deleted after thirty days. I didn't think he'd actually show up. It was almost one in the morning when I got back to my apartment that night.

Shady people for sure, but… I’m an assassin so I’m shady too. I approach the door to Damien’s bedroom and place a hand silently on the knob, slowly testing it. It’s not even locked… I haven’t opened it yet, listening intently at the door for a moment. I can see the soft glow of light spreading in a small sliver from beneath the door. He must be awake. My suspicion is verified when I hear the soft sound of a page turning in a book or something from within. I turn the knob slowly until the latch is fully retracted then pull the door open slowly without making a sound. As the door opens, about halfway through, a small creak sounds. I move the instant the sound is made, darting in at the same ti

she said, gripping his cock in her hand and stroking up and down. I was stunned. She was sucking another man’s dick! Daniel’s brother’s dick! I needed to run. I knew I was being hypocritical. I had just cheated on my boyfriend earlier in the day, but doing it and seeing it were different things. She was a wife...a mother. But she’s also a woman. A voice in my head was telling me.

"Ever since the day that you had been affiliated with Dashiell, you have become one of us. All the money he spends on you comes from the sweat of our kind," I eyed him suspiciously and sat up, "And, have you ever used your brain to think that oh, maybe Zahra didn't ask him to spend money on me because Zahra has money," I answered in a sarcastic tone. Soñar laughed and leaned back in his chair, "You don't have any money. The money and inheritance that you are putting your hopes on aren't yours. The Kashem empire was built on a lie, and you can call it a stolen subunit of the Blackwood empire. Right now, with Dashiell gone, you are as good as alone. And we both know that Salem is going to die

How could she expect me to just understand after hearing such complicated things from her? Chandra planted a seed of question inside my head from the very beginning we met. She had decided to interfere with every decision in my life. It was just a simple question. Until it grows and multiplies. It was her and Amara's fault that I'm extremely obsessed to know the answer to the questions that kept on pestering me- why am I different? Why does this place exist? Who is Amara? Who is Chandra? Who am I? Since the day I came, there's never been a single second that my head rested. Amara wailed while hugging Chandra, and she comforted him. Amara kept on asking for apologies- shaking her head. Is Ama