Cheaters Death Novels & Stories

I sit still, unsure what to say. Chelsea points her chin toward the girl with the black hair to symbolize for her to be quiet. Oh… the dark haired girl must be close with the guy they are talking about. We wait until she gets distracted as someone comes in to talk to her. “What happened?” Angela whispers. “I don’t know, apparently Mac ended up going fucking crazy and had to be pulled off him before he killed him.” My eyes widen. Fuck. Stucco is that sleazy guy who hit me. I heard Mac say he wanted a reason to kill him that night.

As Crystal watched her mother being taken away, she burst into loud sobs. Her wailing echoed in the room as I handed the officers a backup of the mansion’s security footage. A short distance away, the reporter passed me his phone and signaled for me to check it. I was led to a social media platform. A video titled [Twist of Cheating Scandal: Wife Mistaken for the Mistress, Here’s the Shocking Truth…] had been uploaded. There was a bright red tag beside it. [Trending.]

"And who the hell are you supposed to be? He loved me, not you! Do you think he cares about you? All I have to do is say sorry, and he'll come running back!" Even now, she actually believed that I would go back to her. I stared at her. "Quinn, I'm not a recycling bin. I don't take back garbage." She froze like she couldn't believe I'd actually said it. "Mateo, I thought… You loved me the most. Why?" "Because the day you and Chad hooked up, something in me died. You know this; I despise liars and betrayals." And just like that, whatever fire was left in Quinn's eyes flickered out. Layla let out a snort and grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the café without another glance.

"You knew?" She gave another faint laugh and started the car. "Vince, you're not a child anymore. My company, the clothes on your back, the food on your table, and even Dad's nursing home—you think any of that exists without Emma?" I never expected her to say something like that. My eyes prickled with tears instantly. "But she cheated on me with Scott!" Bernadette let out a scornful laugh. "So what? You're my brother, and so is Scott. It's not like he's some random lowlife, so why are you so hung up on this?"

After the successful completion of a mission, Connor Weston, the youngest patrol division captain of the pack, had fallen into an eternal sleep on that rainy day. … After his death, my soul began to dissipate, like dew evaporating into the air under the morning sun. In my final glimpse, I saw Chris rush into the infirmary. He then fell to his knees and clutched Connor's hand, his shoulders trembling violently. Later, I saw Connor buried beside my grave. Our two tombstones stood close together, as they were always meant to be. I witnessed many pack members come to pay their respects, saying things like, "It was such a shame for a hero like him to die so young."

] [Let me summarize: side piece assaults family, trash wife protects side piece, epic family annihilation—chef's kiss! [Modern independent woman? More like a hollow trophy who abandoned her own family. Can't even protect her father!] [Look who showed up—the Keltner heiress. This just got nasty for Ashley.] [For those unaware: Chelsey Keltner, sole heir to the Gibelli Keltners, nicknamed the 'Legal Executioner'—undefeated. Ashley, you might want to start picking out your burial plot.] "Small-time fling? I love Ashley! Ashley, tell them!" Brian raged, clutching her arm and shouting hysterically.

"Is there something wrong?“ Drew asked, genuinely concerned. I believed he could see how troubled I was. I turned towards him, hoping that there would be a better explanation for what I was seeing. “Explain to me why there is an article online about the Walter brothers being back from the dead,“ I demanded. Drew's eyes went wide with shock. I believed he hadn't expected that I would find out the truth quickly. All through last night, I had thought I was dancing with a ghost. If only I knew that Drew was no longer a ghost because he and his brothers had woken up from their coma a month ago which explains their disappearance from my life. ~ ~ END OF VOLUME 1 ~

he said bitterly, staring at her like he could not recognize her anymore. His words, as raw as they seemed, touched Michelle, for the fact that he was so hurt by the news of her death and did not move on, but his next words came crashing hard, destroying every bit of pity she had for him before. “Now that I think about it, you were cheating on me. That is why you faked your death so I won’t come looking for you. I thought you loved me so much that I did not even investigate you in the least. Who knows who the father of that bastard you carried was?” Ezrah was so pained that he lacked the ability to filter his words.

She was not in the mood to work with him. “What do you want me to say? Didn’t you see it all happen? You saw that I hemorrhaged and you saw Phoebe talking to the two drivers. Why are you fighting so hard to believe what you saw? “Your stupidity is why she tried to kill herself. What does that have to do with me? Did I ask you to make her kill herself?” Chester took a deep breath. She was right. He was stupid. “I own up to my mistakes. So should you. Just admit it. Did you orchestrate Nathan’s death as well?”

His raging anger cannot be contained anymore. "This is getting boring. Why can't we just kill him?" Sebastian remembered their most respected Chevalier. Hermes Chevalier wasn't even given a chance to bargain for his own life. The old Chevalier died just for a petty reason still unknown to them, somehow. Yet, the sniper in front of them could prolong his damned life by fucking stalling them from the truth.