Cheaters Death Novels & Stories

Paul’s face looked hideous as he grinned. As he spoke, Paul’s face turned cold and sinister. “Let me tell you, Chester is dead. Next will be Dax, then Darryl. Ha-ha! These three brothers think they are heroes of the Nine Continents and will leave a legacy. Too bad all of them are just too arrogant. In the end, that’s all they’ll be.” Sara’s body trembled when she heard those words as she stared blankly at Paul. ‘Brother Chester is dead? No…this is not possible.’

However, come sunrise, she was struck by a heart attack and died right then and there. My husband Chester and I, devastated by the loss, handled her funeral. That same night, Chester dreamt of Dad too. "Chester, it's been ages since I've had a bite to eat. I'm longing for your liver pâté and a shot of strong whiskey." He woke up, bought the best liver pâté he could find, popped open a bottle of single-malt whisky, and dashed to the graveyard. However, shortly after he got back, he was rushed to the ICU with liver failure and died three days later.

She had cheated with Daddys business partner lord Robert Jason's father and the next day the unimaginable happened Daddy died! Sorry for posting late guys I lost my uncle

Maximus said weakly, "the woman you valued and trusted so much is a great deceiver." "I'm not a cheater!" I screamed, but he feebly countered, "I've never cheated on anyone! There's a reason I've been secretive, and that doesn't mean I'm a cheater! You're a fool, Maximus. You're the one pretending to be here!" "Really? You've been encouraged because your robbery in the second district that night hadn't been revealed, causing chaos in the center then. Not only that, you killed!" "We don't kill!" I finally fell to the floor because of weakness. "We can't kill, we are not murderers, man! You're such a lying animal; we didn't kill the person who died there!"

But he decided that if he was going to die, then he‘d die fighting, even if it did scare him. ―Give us the money,‖ Mitch ordered. ―I don‘t have it,‖ Owen replied. ―I lost it in another game.‖ As long as he could take their mind off of his aunt, then his death would be worth it. ―How could you have done something that stupid?‖ Lance hissed. ―I got greedy,‖ he explained, though in the back of his mind, he knew it was pointless to do so. ―I had no idea my opponent was cheating.‖

"You can't tell me the truth because you're dead. But the truth was written all over that boy's face. How many lies have you told me over the years? Even after all of that... I can't seem to hate you." "Did that bastard cheat on her?" He wondered irritably. He hated cheaters. Stassie was the biggest cheater of all, and now "saint" Rafael cheated on his lovely wife? Caesar opened his mouth to ask Amaliah what she meant, but she turned her head at that moment and saw him.

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

"This is the fourth rape case. And your department labeled it a suicide? Where's Evan, the one who did the autopsy on the first victim? Get him to work with us on this serial case. Now!" I got in the car, calm as ever, and headed for the airport. I was done cleaning up that mess.

Monica replied as she spooned Anton some rice. "Okay," said Anton. "To be honest, I'm still traumatized by being cheated on. Or when you say you want to get together with your old friends, about school reunions, bukber and the like, you can't come anymore," Monica replied with a sharp look. "I understand, for your sake, I won't go to the invitation of reunion, bukber, or anything like that with my old friends," said Anton. Monica smiled but even though she could smile beautifully in front of Anton her heart could not lie. She was still traumatized and could not fully trust Anton. There is a saying that if a man cheats once, he will do it again.

"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.