Cheating Romance Novels & Stories

"Maybe that's the point." Damien watched her for a long moment. Then, with quiet finality, he said, "You're better than this. Don't let them make you forget that." "You know what would really make them choke?" she slurred, eyes glittering with spite and liquor. "If I walked in next weekend on your arm, dripping diamonds and lies. Told the whole world we're madly in love." Damien raised an eyebrow. "You're suggesting we fake date?" She hiccupped. "Not seriously. Unless you're that bored."

Whether it was me bailing on him for a friend, smashing one of his precious collectibles, going away for a sudden work trip, or even being asked out on a date by my long-time admirer, he never got mad once. I had always thought I had found the perfect man with high emotional intelligence, but it turned out that "good temper" wasn't a virtue, but something masked by sheer guilt. After we started dating, Jared began giving me expensive gifts—necklaces worth a fortune, custom high fashion from the pack's famous designers. I thought they were proof of his love, but they were only a counter for the number of times he had cheated on me. He felt a brief stab of guilt every time he came home from fo

"Don't you dare touch him!" I snatched the trophy from his hands and lunged forward like a madman, but Megan threw her arm out to block me. "Zachary, stop it! Calm down! Just because you didn't win this trophy, you came to the ceremony to steal it? Where are your manners?" Manners? Mom was murdered by her lover, and now Dad was missing. Why should I care about manners? All she cared about were the few tears streaming down Edward's face, completely blind to what was driving me over the edge.

“It’s seven in the morning on the dot. I’m precisely on time. I have no clue what you are talking about.” Seriously! Does he think I’m blind and stupid or what? I shake my head, glaring at him as I take the mug of steaming hot coffee from him. Its steam rising from the hole in the cup's lid. “I might be seventeen and not have a wolf. But I’ve watched p**n and know what screwing sounds like. It’s obvious you and Charity haven’t marked each other, or you would both be dead. Cheating on one’s mate is a death sentence. It’s worse than going through rejection.” Taking a sip from my coffee, I punch the button for the song I’m listening to restart. “Here, listen to this song. It suits you and Chari

Two steps down and one more to go—then Raul D’Amano will be mine. I’m in his abode, his room, on his bed, and in his arms. I’ve gotten to be touched by him and feel him. He has claimed my body. Now, the last and maybe the toughest step: to claim his heart. I won’t judge him for cheating on Catalina, because for some reason, she doesn’t seem as perfect as she appears to be. And Raul doesn’t look like the kind of man who would intentionally choose to be disloyal.

competition… even thinking about it makes me tired. I got my revenge. And I made my choices. So if that’s where we are, then fine. Let’s make it clean. Just to make sure he fully understood, and to wipe that irritating “deeply in love” expression off his face, I decided to tear off the last layer of politeness between us. “Actually,” I said slowly, pulling my hand out of his, “every time I cheated, I also gave you a gift.” He froze. Completely still. Like someone hit pause.

“If you think I cheated on you, you are making a huge mistake, Rosa. I have never cheated in my life. I love you, Rosa. I want to build my future with you and no one else. Why the hell would I ever cheat on you?” “I don't know; maybe you realize that you still love her.” Ashton started laughing, “Love her? Are you insane? Yes, I did love her once but the minute she cheated and stole from me, that love disappeared. I could never love someone as vile as her.” His one hand cupped my face, making me look at him. “Amore, I could never cheat on you. You have become my world in these six months. I can't go a day without seeing you. You have become my everything.”

“What the hell does that mean? He got cheated on?” Before anyone else could answer, Lucas burst out laughing. “Not exactly. He was the cheater—accidentally.” Shawn frowned. Ethan just stared. Lucas finally couldn’t hold it in. “He had this online romance. Kept bragging about his gorgeous ‘girlfriend’ on the internet. And yeah, the guy really was gorgeous—because he was a cross-dresser. A cross-dresser with a girlfriend. He scammed Greenie here out of enough cash to bankroll that girlfriend’s life. So technically, our boy here ended up being the other man. A very generous one.”

“Hah, the details of the things that happened between him and me are very exciting. Are you sure you don’t want to hear it? Anyway, that’s not my problem. Even if you refuse to listen to it, I still want to say it out loud. There’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Zachary’s gaze turned grim, but Charlotte was unperturbed. She wanted nothing but revenge right now. The Cheshire cat grin on her face widened as she continued. “Just like you, I kissed another man, and I went home with him! Yes, Zachary Connor, I’ve cheated on you! You’re the most miserable man in the world! Not only did your ex-girlfriend cheat on you, but even your wife was unfaithful to you as well!” At that moment, Zachary’s pe

Christopher stared at Roxanne with hidden anger in his eyes, waiting for a reasonable explanation. The last time they had made love was months ago. When and how the hell could she get such a mark? He couldn't believe that a meek girl like Roxanne even dared to cheat on him. Meeting his angry gaze, Roxanne felt her heart clench but it soon turned to be the thrill of revenge. 'See? No one likes to be cheated on, Christopher.' She sneered inside and simply explained, “Ah, this is just a mosquito bite.” "A mosquito bite?"