Cheaters Novel Novels & Stories

“I’ll be back tomorrow. I even bought your favorite pastries.” He was only a few meters away from me, with one arm wrapped around Leah’s waist, the other holding his phone to speak to me. How could a werewolf split his heart in half like that? I couldn’t understand when their affair had started. Why did the she-wolf he cheated with have to be my sister? Most of all, had he ever truly loved me? Or had he only wanted our arranged mating to secure his position as the next Alpha?

The large screen above their heads flickered on and began playing a very explicit video. The footage landed like a landmine, blowing the entire room to pieces. "Holy shit—isn't that woman today's bride? And that man is—" "Ahhh! No blurring! Everyone can see!" "Wait a minute. The bride cheated. She betrayed the groom." "I see it now. Damn. She's been playing dirty." Lacey and Kevin's eyes bulged. Shrieking, they begged the staff to turn off the screen immediately. Then came the turn of Lacey's friends. Their own romantic escapades played out on screen as their boyfriends watched everything unfold. Slaps rang out across the room.

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.]

] [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.

"It's not fair?! Then it's not fair for you to force me to tell you my secret as well." "Wow." Quinnel said nothing as he looked between Ashley who was now looking hurt and her brother looking at his feet to Navaeh who was looking scared like she had thrown her last card on the table. "See? You can't tell me as well. See yah." Navaeh said turning on her heels. She had taken five steps when she heard, "She cheated." She froze for a second. Connie cheated on Ashley? With who? There was no one else that was a gay that she was aware of.

It was around the time when we were still freshmen. However, the truth was, I didn't steal her boyfriend. He cheated on her with another girl before he even had me and as soon as I learned about it, I immediately turned him down. But for some reason, Ella was pointing at me. Cheaters are the ones I hated the most. They were the ones I despised the most. Of course, I was the exception because cheating with me was a privilege. "Oh right! Ella the Devilla." We laughed at Bailey's inventive taunt but Hilary suddenly nudged me on my side and cocked her brow towards Quinn's table.

As I listened to her delirious confession, an absurd thought crossed my mind. I'd read quite several web novels in my free time. Sharon's inexplicable intuition, her ridiculously smooth ride through life, and even the fact that the dean was her uncle… Could she really be one of those destined heroines in those web novels? And I was just the evil supporting character, the one who had to hand her all the experience and magical tools, only to be trampled underfoot in the end? I couldn't help but lower my head to chuckle to myself. If this really were a cliche novel, I'd just ripped its lame plot to shreds.

“We could catch up properly. I mean, I know things are still weird between us, but we’re both here now, right? Might as well be friendly.” “No, thanks,” I said, already turning back toward Jessica and Naomi. “I’m good.” I could feel him watching us as we walked away. “Well, that was sufficiently awkward,” Jessica said once we were safely on the other side of the room. “That was ex-boyfriend number one,” Naomi explained to her. “Cheated on her at a party last spring with some cheerleader. Real winner, that one.” “Ugh, cheaters are literally the worst,” Jessica said, making a disgusted face. “At least you’ve got better standards now.”

"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.

Seeing my cold, indifferent expression, Laurence's face darkened. "Dakota, do you really have no feelings left for me after all these years?" I gave a humorless laugh. "Feelings? During the five years we were together, you had been cheating on me with Zoey for four of them!" Laurence had been interested in Zoey back in college, but at the time, he was just a poor guy, and Zoey hadn't given him the time of day. It wasn't until four years ago, when they ran into each other at a reunion, that things changed.