Cheating Husband Romance Novels & Stories

Aliyah Rhodes has three rules: 1. Don’t stop. 2. Don’t look. 3. Don’t get involved. She breaks all three when she finds Dominic Blackwood bleeding out in her alley at 11:47 PM. She saves his life. He pays her tuition. She says don’t follow. He buys her building. She says don’t touch. He kills the man who tries. Dominic Blackwood is a billionaire. A don. Wanted for triple homicide. He doesn’t make threats. He makes promises. _You’re safe. That’s the only rule that matters._ Aliyah’s broke, pissed, and done being owned by anyone. But $260K says she’s already his. And his aunt wants her dead. He won’t let her go. She won’t say thank you. Neither of them runs. *Owned by the Don* is a dark, open-door romance where debt is a weapon, “no” is a dare, and love looks a lot like surveillance.

Everyday! Bryce Armstrong has bullied me for the last four years since I moved here in my ninth-grade year because ever since, I messed up his shoes! Well, it's a long story, but I ran into him on my first day and knocked all my food over his brand-new shoes. So ever since that incident, he started making my life a nightmare. Ever since that day, he hated me! So, one night, Williow goes to a party but needs to know whose house it is. But when her cousin Maryann tells her where they are going, Williow doesn't know whose house it is until she sees a familiar face on the wall of this house! Bryce Armstrong! The guy who hates her guts and he promised to make her life a living hell. What would happen if she woke up the following day with her face on a half-naked guy's chest? But what if the half-naked guy is no other than the guy who made his life mission in high school to make her life suffer, and he always told her he would enjoy it when he did? What would happen when willow grabs her shoes off the floor and slowly opens the door when she tries to walk out? Before she can do that, she hears something behind her. She gasped when she felt a hand wrapped around her waist and pulled back, and her back was on his hard stomach. "So, no kiss goodbye?" She heard his deep raspy chuckle behind her. She was caught! Now it's too late, and Her monster got her in his lair. The Story of The Girl Behind the Book! High School Bully Romance.

Jacob Gordon was the only surviving male in a family of playboys and heartbreaker. Everyone in his family expected him to follow the footsteps of his father and ancestors; to wreck every girl’s heart! However, he’s different! Except for the women in his family, he couldn’t co-exist with a woman, until Blair Cuizon entered into his life. She pretended to be man just to get the job…and his heart!

He marry her on the gun point .They both hate each other .Sarah Jawed and Arham Khan two people who belong to different world ,who are poles apart. He is cold hearted ,ruthless and conservative man while she is headstrong ,helpful and bold girl .What happened when he married her forcefully to take his revenge.Will Sarah able to adjust herself in conservative family .Will love blossom between them

“How long has this been going on?” Fatima’s voice is steady, almost too steady. Her husband of six years stands there without a hint of shame. “Does it matter, Fatima? Yes, Leslie is pregnant with my child, but nothing is going to change,” he says, annoyed that she dares question him. Her calmness makes him shift, though he refuses to show it. “How. Long?” She repeats slowly, keeping her voice low so she won’t wake their sleeping children. “Three years.” Fatima blinks. “You’ve been cheating on me for half our marriage… with your business partner?” “Lower your voice. Don’t make it sound bad. I’m a man – these things happen.” He even chuckles. “Leslie will be taken care of. You’ll stay the wife, and Leslie and I–” “Will get married,” she cuts in. He stares, thrown off, until she adds, “Top drawer in your office. Divorce papers. Sign them first thing tomorrow.” No tears. No raised voice. No trembling. Just calm finality, and that unsettles him more than anger ever could. “I’m not letting that happen. You’re my wife.” “Ex-wife,” she corrects softly. Before he can react, Fatima pushes her chair back and stands. She doesn’t storm off or slam anything. She simply picks up a magazine from the table and walks out with quiet, controlled steps, far too composed for a woman ending a six-year marriage. And that hits him harder than any shouting would have. No tears. No pleading. No hesitation. Nothing. It wounds his pride. He deserves tears. “Hold on,” he snaps, rising quickly from his seat.

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery guy who was trying to seduce you. How are you going to reward me?"

Stella was heartbroken, she is pregnant and her husband who was supposed to love and cherish her and took in his first love Mary who was also pregnant and forgot about her existence, he forgot her peanut allergy just because the first love loves peanuts causing her to end up in the hospital. Andrew her husband kicked her out of the master bedroom to stay in it with his first love and then when she thought he had done enough, he exchanged her and gave her to kidnappers to get Mary to safety and she lost her child in the struggle but a mafia boss came to rescue her. “Marry me and be my contract wife for a year, I will pay you well,” Jonathan the mafia boss said and she accepted.

My wife's first love crashes his car into me at 75 miles per hour, throwing my body over 65 feet across the road. As I am moments away from drawing my last breath, I use the remainder of my energy to call my wife. Focused on helping him cover up his crimes, she brushes me off before hanging up. "I'm busy—stop bothering me," she spits. Little does she know, the man who was just killed… is me.

"You can give everything to a man—your time, your love, your life—but if you’re not the woman he wants, none of it matters." I wish I had known that before. Almost ten years of marriage. And now here he is — ready to leave me, take my son, and marry my sister. And worse? He’s making the world believe I’ve gone mad. Seven years. Seven years of sacrificing. Of putting him first, of trying to be the wife he said he needed. And now? I’m locked away, labeled crazy. The whole of Atlanta is praying for me. Because they all think I’ve broken down. That I’m sick. And that lie? It’s his. My sisters’. My parents’. My best friends’. Even my sons’. Yes — the boy I raised like mine. He made a video. Said I fell down the stairs, and that’s what triggered all this. It’s viral now. But it's not the entire truth; it’s just the story they needed. I gave them everything. Held this family together. Played every role — wife, mother, daughter, friend. I was everything… well, everything until she came back. Now that their perfect girl is home, I’m just in the way. And the best way to erase me? Label me unstable. Even my son wants her to be his mom. My husband? He says I was never the one. The truth is, they never really wanted me. Well, not until…

He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled slowly. “Celeste, you know Isabella has been sick for years.” “Yes, I know,” I said bitterly. “I know because you remind me every single day.” He ignored the edge in my voice. “She’s not getting better. The doctors said she probably has a year left.” I swallowed hard. “And how does that concern me?” “She has one last wish,” he said quietly. “She wants to get married before she dies.” He wants to divorce me and remarry me after a year, but that’s nonsense! I’m tired of this marriage. This divorce isn’t a joke to me; I’m taking it seriously.