Cheaters Club Novels & Stories

’ I stood, frozen to the spot, unable to do anything but watch as my lookalike steadied herself on Ethan’s muscular arm. Was Ethan seriously cheating on me? With a girl that looked so much like me? Zoe stormed up onto the stage, dragging me with her. With all the fury of a lioness, she shoved the DJ out of her way and snatched his microphone. “To the bitch that kissed someone else’s mate over there – The Midnight Club doesn’t welcome cheaters!” The music stopped. There was a beat of total silence – and then the whole club erupted with chatter. I felt numb to it all.

"You believe her? Even if you live, she'll never forgive you. You've lost everything. Your career is gone, and now she doesn't want you. What's the point of living?" Wow, that woman was vicious. She wanted Jeremy to jump. Rachel's face twisted in anger, and her outburst was so sudden that no one reacted in time. A nearby firefighter quickly covered her mouth. Jeremy's eyes turned bloodshot, and hearing those words, he started moving closer to the edge. I shouted, "Jeremy Stone! Do you know why I stopped letting you handle our projects?" He looked confused but turned to face me. "Because I cheated with Rachel. It's my fault."

“Don’t take any photos! Call the ambulance first!” But it was already too late. Someone had already taken a photo and posted it in the residents’ group chat. Three minutes later, the group chat went wild. Five minutes later, Moms Unite descended into chaos as well. [Isn’t that Selena’s house?] [Didn’t she say that she’s going to read with Dolce tonight?] [Who’s that man in bed with her?] [I know him! That’s her husband’s childhood friend. He often goes to her house.]

Forester, who was busy mixing her drinks, glared at Zhenesca to stop her from teasing me. Zhenesca shook her head because Forester was always contradicting whatever she said. The three of us were having a good time at Club QyZheTer. This high-end club was located in the beautiful city of Cebu and was owned by us, hence the combination of our names. We founded the club four years ago, after my 18th birthday. Managing the club was my only hobby at times when no one wanted to talk to me in my family. I loved to mix drinks. It is either alcoholic or not. So, when my friends and I decided to build this club, I put all my effort and heart into it.

Therefore, he replied uncomfortably, “My son-in-law was the one who arranged for me and some of my old classmates to go up to the tenth floor of Glorious Club that night.” Chester laughed before he said, “I know who your son-in-law is. He is just a useless and casual son-in-law in Aurous Hill, isn’t it? I heard that he’s just a vagrant who is living off his wife. He’s almost as pathetic as you, so can he really afford to bring you to Glorious Club?” Jacob snorted coldly before he said, “It is entirely up to you whether you believe me or not.” Chester smiled before he said, “If you really had this kind of ability, then why didn’t you invite the president and the other directors to Glorious Cl

Looked squeaky clean—just work stuff. But my gut said nah. So I checked his bank records. Boom. Transfers to Sabrina. $999. $1,430. And a bunch more. My chest tightened. He was cheating. I stared at the screen—our smiling faces felt like a sick joke. Derrick, the guy who used to act like I was his whole world, had betrayed me. I met Derrick when I was seventeen. My parents had just died, and some relatives dragged me up to Granton City.

As I approached the building, Stanley appeared, rushing toward me. "I bought you some fruit. When I came back and saw you weren't here, I thought you'd left me again!" he said, his voice tinged with panic. Nearby, a middle-aged woman watched us with amusement. "Young man, you really cherish your wife. My daughter could learn a thing or two from this when finding a guy." Stanley laughed nervously, waving off her praise. "I'm just an ordinary guy," he said modestly. "Ordinary?" I laughed, my voice sharp enough to cut through his facade. "Don't let him fool you. He's only acting this way out of guilt—because he cheated on me."

So, the barbeque shop was my investment alone, and the house had been a gift from my parents. "We heard there's a new drug overseas that can cure HIV," Laurence said, his tone suddenly serious. "It's your fault we're like this. You have to help us get the treatment we need." "Yeah, Dakota," Zoey added. "This is your responsibility." I wanted to slap them both across the face for their shamelessness. It wasn't like I forced them to participate in threesomes, and it wasn't my fault they got infected. Just as I was about to respond, I saw the police crouching in the corner, signaling to me.

"Alright, alright. Months in and you're still this clingy?" Her friends didn't even flinch. Totally numb to it. I just stood there, watching, heart freezing over. So yeah—everyone knew. Everyone but me. Eugene smiled at the teasing, soaking it up. Like the scene wasn't messy enough, people started tossing out questions—when was the last time they'd hooked up? Vanessa dropped her head, all shy. Eugene? He looked smug as hell. "Day before yesterday. Room next to the master bedroom."

PURR CLUBHOUSE The devious music was flooding through the veins and flesh of everyone present, and the dance floor is full to the edges with dancing bodies rolling and rocking together in sin. The exclusive clubhouse is for elites, and that's why bouncers are staged everywhere in the entrances for coordination. There are rooms for darker sins in the inner parts of the club, but those who has zero control could be seen taking each other under the neon lights. The five guys got eye-raped by the girls begging for their dîck as they pushed past the crowd of rich youths in their twenties, searching for Dwan Miller.