Cheating Romance Novels & Stories

Liam reclined back into his seat more, an amused smile that I ached to wipe off his face on display. “Do enlighten us.” he urged me. I drank again from my cup and realized my cappuccino was gone. I had finished it. I leaned forward on the table in Liam’s direction. “The arrogant type and the cheating type.” No one said a word. I cleared my throat and went on. “Most especially the cheating kind.” No one still said a word but I knew I was on point when Liam cocked an eyebrow. “The cheating kind are the utmost worse because they claim to love their partner but they still go about spreading the legs of anything that has hole. They are total devils.”

But everyone was telling him that he had cheated on her. Jonathan found it hard to believe that he would cheat on her. He was certain that there had to be some kind of misunderstanding. And the missing piece to this puzzle was none other than that woman named Charlotte. Jean, Zachary, and Caroline remained silent. Jonathan was hopelessly in love with Giselle. But if he was so madly in love with her, why did he cheat on her? And if he was not madly in love with her, then why had he not gotten over her yet?

Last night, Celeste had been more forward and enthusiastic compared to their first night together. Though he had been caught up in the wave of lust, Damon had also realized something was wrong earlier on. Amid their lovemaking, Celeste had broken the condoms with her ring. She had been as calm as she was during their second meeting at the casino when she'd cheated every round. Her expression never changed. But as before, Damon saw right through her at first glance. But Damon had already decided to marry her. He wasn't afraid of her coming over with a child and forcing him to do so.

"But look at the guy. He looks like he’s never dated anyone else. They've been together since high school—maybe he just fell out of love." "That doesn't count," Ethan argued. "People with dozens of partners still find a way to cheat. It's about character." Anastasia then turned her gaze toward Damien, who had been eating his meal with elegant precision. She gathered her courage and asked, "Mr. Damien... are you single?”

Usually, she was dramatic, loud, and emotionally chaotic, but today she seemed oddly peaceful even though Heaven had apparently cheated on her. I still couldn’t believe it. Heaven had always adored Jules in that obsessive, clingy kind of way that made cheating feel impossible. “She really cheated?” I asked again, still struggling to process it. Jules rolled her eyes dramatically while chewing. “Apparently, emotional cheating counts now.” “That sounds suspiciously specific.” “She was flirting with some DJ for like three months,” Jules replied before shrugging. “Whatever. Maybe the universe finally got tired of our toxicity.” “You sound too calm about this.”

Well, we had been kissing and I was lost in it. I’m not innocent by any means. And I have been with a few women besides Annie when we were younger. I never cheated on her. Except the Annie situation but that had been a drunken mistake that I couldn’t even remember. Then the other night when Damien sent me that picture. But we were’t exactly together then. So, did it classify as cheating? Kissing has always been a means to an end for me. I din’t like it much and I avoided it if I could. But with Jade. It felt like so much more.

“You are so sweet, baby. I told him we should wait because of my interview, but he convinced me. He can be really romantic when he tries.” I smiled tightly while inside I was screaming. Romantic. That was not the word I would use for the man who had tied his hands to my headboard and begged to cum inside me. The same man who spanked my ass red while pounding me from behind. Now he was here playing the perfect boyfriend, acting like he hadn’t just cheated on her with her own twin sister. I took a slow sip of my coffee, trying to push down the anger that was threatening to spill out. “Well, I’m happy for you two. It’s nice to see you so in love. Really.”

“Once again, you have proven you are a cheating, dirty piece of work.” Julian’s brows snapped together instantly. “Cheating?” he repeated, genuine confusion flashing across his face. “When have I ever cheated on you?” “Are you serious right now?” Lena asked, an incredulous scoff leaving her. “Yes, I am. When have I ever cheated on you, Lena?” Julian asked again. “Since you want to pretend, how about I remind you of when your precious girlfriend came back,” Lena fired, stepping closer again, “when Rose walked back into your life while we were still married, you slept with her.”

He lowered his arm, his green eyes gleaming with a mix of affection and exasperation as he sat up again. "I get it," he said, his voice softening. "Golden boy’s your first real boyfriend. You’re new to all this. But, hamster... kissing someone else while you’re in a relationship? That’s cheating. Falling in love with someone else while you’re still with him? Still cheating." The words hit me hard, like a bucket of ice-cold water, stealing my breath away. I felt myself sag, shoulders dropping as I stared at the floor, suddenly fascinated with the patterned rug.

Roman was an excellent father and she couldn't wait to see Danie grow into those shoes years later. Daniel. Her brain reminded her of her boyfriend again. The man she had cheated on by kissing Roman some weeks ago and the man she as going to cheat on if Roman got any closer to her. Rose knew her heart wasn't willing to pushed Roman off her but she did so with all her strength. She knew if her heart could have it way, it would have her connect her lips with Roman's and kiss him. "Goodnight, Mr Hendricks." She watched as Roman ran his hand into his hair with a displeased frown etched on his face. Rose took a deep breath and pushed her legs out of the study.