Cheaters Death Novels & Stories

He looked at me and whispered, "I'm sorry. Madison, I was too greedy. I wasn't content with what I had, and in the end, I lost the one person who truly loved me. Can you forgive me?" Looking at his weak form, I clenched my fists. "It doesn't matter whether I forgive you or not. It's already over between us." "I understand. I was wrong! So wrong!" He collapsed into tears. The doctor rushed in, telling him not to get too emotional. I just nodded and walked out. Cedric didn't die. He was saved but sentenced because of Chelsea's death. Since both had fought and Chelsea had attacked first, Cedric's family hired a lawyer, and the case dragged on for two years.

Instead, I dialed my ex-husband. "Peter, our daughter didn't die." Silence filled the other end. A long while passed before I finally heard a muffled "Mm." My heart lurched. I asked slowly, "You knew, didn't you?" Peter hung up. Staring at the blackened screen, I let out a bitter, mocking laugh. Of course, he knew. This plan had been orchestrated by him and Grayson together. Truly ruthless men. For the sake of the woman they both adored, one had abandoned our long-standing friendship, another had abandoned his own flesh and blood.

I pretended not to hear him and focused on breathing evenly, as if asleep. He laughed softly and adjusted the wide straw hat over my face. “Chloe,” Don Shaw said quietly, “you can’t keep running forever.” The courtyard fell silent again. Only the wind. Only the distant hush of water beyond the cliffs. Just as sleep began to pull me under, his voice came again—calm, almost casual. “I just received word. Zane Carter may have discovered the staged death.”

Unable to bear the blow, I drove into a reservoir, lost in my despair. After my death, Zoey used my tragedy to gain millions of followers and became a top influencer. The day after my death, my fiancé collected all of my inheritance and compensation. He married Zoey and started a business, making a fortune. It turned out that Zoey was my fiancé's first love. And the child she was carrying had already died in her womb before she ate at my restaurant. To get famous, she and my fiancé had carefully orchestrated this entire scheme.

David requested. "Yes, but what do you mean one last--" David was out the door again running down to Steven's room, once inside he kneed before him, whispering sweet nothing into his ears. "Live on for me baby." Was David's last words to his lover. Before the echoing sound of a gunshot silenced everything. Panic stroked as people screamed. The doctors ran out of their respective offices. Securities ran into the room where the gunshot had been fired from. David had shot himself, making sure he got his brain knocked out dead.

Once, they called each other affectionately and cheated on me behind my back. When their affair was exposed and they lost their money as well as dignity, they started tearing each other apart. Their “true love” was nothing more than a moment of excitement, enjoyed while there were no consequences to bear. But once reality set in and they had to face the fallout, all they could think about was running away.

"What exactly did I do wrong?" Dad's expression darkened. "Don't tell me five years haven't been enough to teach you how hard it is to make a living. We faked our deaths and moved abroad just to make you realize the truth. There will come a day when you won't be able to earn a thing, and every last penny will be gone." Then, his tone softened. "It's just as well that you finally understand. At least now we don't have to stay away from home anymore."

“Then you walked into my life and proved me wrong.” Before I could answer, Pestilence loudly cleared his throat. “If you two are done making the rest of us sick with all that romance…” War snorted into his beer. “…we’ve actually got something important.” Death sighed dramatically. “Can’t I have five minutes with my girlfriend?” “No,” Famine replied flatly. “You already had all night.” The entire clubhouse erupted into laughter. I buried my face against Death’s shoulder, groaning while he chuckled. “Traitors,” he muttered at his brothers.

- Liora and Isaac returned to the funeral parlor in silence, leaving the rest of the matters to Reese. Liora knew that Chester was in after seeing the opened door. Chester looked outside subconsciously when he saw them entering the store. Soon afterward, he averted his gaze to them. Noticing their low mood, Chester asked, "What happened? Did you manage to capture the murderer?" Isaac heaved a sigh. "We did. In fact, it was so easy that he surrendered himself to us." "Why are you…" Isaac said, "We've been fooled. I thought people were treacherous, but spirits are even worse! The murdered victim's name was Juliet. She had an affair but told her daughter that her husband had cheated on her!

" I would never do that Gray." " You did it , Tucker. Can I know why?" His pulse moves rapidly and it's obvious. I nod and continue the game. " I'm sorry if you think I would betray you , Gray." Fuckin politicians. Lying thieves. I look up at him and meet eyes with his. I pick up my chess piece and kick his own piece with mine. " Checkmate." I pull out my gun and shoot him on the head. He falls back on his chair and dies with blood oozing out of his head.