Cheaters Death Novels & Stories

It could be because we didn’t know whose room was that. “Let’s hope not.” Zaroon said with a sore face as gently he opened the door so slightly that the people inside wouldn’t be able to notice it was opened as he opened to a sleek rent as we could now hear the voices without any hurdle and we came to know it was definitely wasn’t the mother but the aunt or otherwise everything would be difficult for me. For me because then I would have to deal with Aysham who definitely didn’t have any idea about what was the world about. Because I had seen multiple types of cheatings in my world. There were so many and even the other person and never know that his or her partner was cheating on him his ent

“…answer the question.” Grand father crossed his hands and leaned into the seat, releasing a heavy breath and not taking his eyes off Chester whose gaze bore into him. “Yes, I know about her death, I even hired a private investigator to dig in more and find out what had happened.” “She had been murdered, that is what happened.” Chester said with a “don’t you know” tone in his voice. “I know that but how did you know about her death?” Chester rolled his finger in the air, placing his other hand on his waist. “News travels fast.”

They were all well aware that Gerald was here to have his revenge on Hendrik, and though he was a good friend of theirs whom they could play cards with, there was no way in hell they were staying to die with him here today, especially after seeing how tragically the servant and Hendrik’s son had died. Though the men began running in all directions, hoping to escape, it was a futile effort, to say the least. After all, Gerald had already planned to kill everyone here tonight. Regardless, they could wait. After all, Chester’s murderer was now standing right in front of him. Turning to look at Chester’s murderer—who was now standing right before him—Gerald recalled how Chester’s death had fille

Lukas asked as we continued to dance. "No more. I dismissed it. He's stupid and a two-timer yuck. He cheated on me," I replied. Remembering my ex's face makes me want to punch him until he dies because no one can do that and I can't die. Lukas's eyes grew cold as ice. "He cheated on you? You want me to end his life? That's easy. I can do it now."said annoyed . My eyes widened when Lukas grabbed his cell phone. I know my nephew. And he doesn't keep his underground businesses a secret from me either. I immediately hit Lukas on the arm

Dexter laughed. I kept myself from punching the hell out of his face. His smug, stupid face. “Stay away from her, from me, from us.” He folded his arms around his giant pecs. “Really? You are still willing to die for her even after finding out that she was just cheating on you while you were on death’s door? Now, that’s love!” “She wasn’t cheating on me. You are a liar!” His smile faded sharply, eyes darkening with devilish rage. “Do not think for a second that I will hesitate to eliminate you if I have to.”

“I don’t know, maybe Chester’s death is a murder. It’s just a conspiracy theory I read online.” “Oh right, I saw that on the news.” The artist nodded and backed up from the bed, reaching for the other tattoo equipment on the metal table next to her. “It was declared a suicide by the police but yeah, I guess foul play is not that impossible. After all, he’s a jerk and his father? Even more so. The bigger the name, the larger the number of enemies.” “Why was it declared a suicide then if there are several people around them with motive?” Erin asked and winced when the artist began shading the tattoo.

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.”

Sam said, his face full of guilt. Looking at his remorseful expression, I couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion. In my past life, I had blamed the hospital for everything. If it hadn't been for the mix-up with the test results, I wouldn't have ended up on such a tragic path. But in my final moments, I realized the truth. Laurence and Zoey had always been the ones scheming against me. They were the ones who had truly hurt me. "It's okay," I said, waving it off. "You cleared things up for me earlier. Let's consider it even."

Knowing someone had my back right now, quietly, without either of them suspecting it, pulled a small, warm smile out of me before I could stop it. "What are you smiling at?" Dillan asked, snapping me back. "Is that a man you're texting? Is it the one from last night?" He grabbed for my phone, but the message had already deleted itself the moment I opened it. There was nothing there for him to find. "Why are you so sure I'm the one cheating?" I asked. "Are you?" "Enough, Ava. Don't push it." He gave me a hard look, then laughed, short and cruel.