Cheating Men Must Die Novels & Stories

I snapped, laughing as I checked the message on my phone and I could swear I heard Scarlett sigh. There’s no way I would cheat on a man like Enzo, he had once told me to do whatever I wanted to do right in front of him and not behind him. If I wanted another man to fuck and give me pleasure, he had told me to make sure the man does it right in front of him and after that, he’s going to kill him. In other words, no man gets to make me reach orgasm and live. How could I possibly cheat on a nut job like that?

“Why? Are you scared? Talk to me!” Brandon stood in the middle and held the knife in his hand. He glared intently at Scar. Scar only combed my hair calmly. “When your wife escaped from the cage and leaped from the top of the building, guess what she said when she died?” Scar suddenly recalled something and stood up. He walked toward Brandon and waved his fist in front of him fiercely. “Do you remember the mother and son that you arrested and subsequently died in the rehab? “Your wife was the same as her! She still wished you and your lover the best even as she was dying.”

Would he even? “Oh. I get it,” I murmur. “At least you’re not out here cheating on any woman.” His shoulders tighten at that, and for a second I catch something in his eyes. Does he know Charles is cheating? “Yeah,” he says firmly. “Men who cheat are assholes.” “You can say that again.” I sigh, letting out a slow, aching exhale. “I just wish to experience an orgasm. Even if it’s just this once.” The words leave my mouth and I can’t pull them back. My hand twist the fabric, knuckles white.

This was a huge honor. On an HQ task force, every member was either a genius or someone who simply outworked everyone else. There weren't many government-sanctioned task forces, and Tyler's was the best in the country. With them on a case, nothing remained unsolved. The other members laughed and chimed in, "Professor Robinson hardly ever reaches out like that. We've all heard about your earlier situation." "To us, the deceased aren't about gender. You did nothing wrong."

William growled at me. I retorted mockingly, "I'm nowhere near as pathetic as you. Despite knowing that Marissa and I are about to get married, you shamelessly stick to her anyway. You didn't even mind having sex with her in the bathroom of a clubhouse. I feel ashamed on your behalf. Aren't you afraid you might catch some kind of disease from doing it in a public space?" William flew into a rage and punched me. Before I could retaliate, he dumped the steaming bowl of soup all over himself and screamed in pain.

"To hell with him! And, indeed, hell is what awaits the sort of man who abandons his own wife and family!" The conspirators exchanged looks amongst themselves, the displeasure evident upon their faces. And yet, as much as they'd like to get in a few choice words here, all they could really do was swallow it down and sulk. Meanwhile, I was having the time of my life! It was the perfect moment to add fuel to the fire. "Mom, are you aware that your son has late-stage cancer, and is standing right at death's door?"

My Cheating Mate Courtney pov I'd been staring at nothing for hours. The wall. The table. My hands. It didn't matter. Everything looked the same through the fog of grief and guilt that had settled over me since learning my father was dead. Dead. Thomas Vex was dead. Killed by Alpha Jeremy Trent while trying to kidnap Grace. And I'd helped. Given intelligence that made it possible. Betrayed my own father to protect the girl I'd attacked with a knife.

He pauses as a drop of tears slid down his cheeks. "At first, I thought there was no reason to live. I was patiently waiting for the day that I'll finally leave this world, but after I met you... I wanted to live so badly. I found every reason to want to live, I want to fight for my life, stay alive and make babies with you... I want to hold my kids in my arms and be a good father to them, but it seems like life will never give me that chance," He smiles as more tears pour down his cheeks.

He laughed as he cried and trembled. He was so stupid. He lost the person whom he loved the most to a liar. He could not even recognize his own daughter. In the court, Sawyer enunciated clearly, “The defendant, Anna Miller, is suspected of homicide, falsifying evidence, and solicitation of murder…” Lucas remained there like a statue. He finally knew the truth, and he had to pay the price for his decision.

“You think after having my husband murdered, I'll sit back and watch? I never approached you from the start because I know you are a man and choose Lisa instead as prey —men aren't easily swayed like women.” “It's a good thing you know men aren't easily swayed, Elsie!” He said in a sharp yet blunt tone. “You are just a step away from your doom, woman! I'll make sure I expose every of your hidden plans to Lisa and the public, included when I'm back from my trip! The world will know how awful you and your husband are!”