Cheating Romance Novels Novels & Stories

What's that supposed to mean? With a malicious smirk, Zach threw a document at my face. "You kissed another woman right in front of Ms. Stuart and humiliated her in public. What makes you think you can keep living off her? Didn't your parents ever teach you basic human decency?" So this was what they were after. Chuckling, I looked at Whitney and Zach. "Basic human decency?" I paused, my gaze turning sharp. "A CEO who kisses her subordinate passionately in public and a scheming assistant who relies on ass-kissing to get ahead, all the while seducing a married woman, are trying to lecture me about being decent? What gives you two the right, huh?"

"I bought it for him. He helps me out a lot at the firm. He earned it." My hands shook as I hung up, tears finally spilling over. Five years of working myself to the bone, giving her everything I had, and it meant absolutely nothing to her. Back when the law firm was just starting out, she had bought me an expensive gift, too. Trying to be considerate, I told her, "Money is tight right now. You should return it." So she did, and she never bought me another one. I thought I was being a mature partner. It turned out that I was just saving her money so she could spend it on another man.

Embarrassment flashed across Cedric's eyes. "Ana, I know this is absurd … but the situation is exactly as you said it is. Believe me!" He tried to reach Diana's hand as he explained in haste, "Ana, you know I only love you! Why would I cheat on you?" "Yeah, I have the same question as well. Why would you cheat on me?" Diana scoffed and proceeded to slap his hand violently away from her. Backing off, she snapped, "But I'm more curious about this. Just what kind of script have you plotted for yourself that both sisters fell for you? Cedric, do you think I'm a fool?"

We will get to it right away. "Stanley…" Alissa called out in a hoarse voice, her eyes bloodshot. "H-Have you planned this since the beginning? Have you been lying to me the entire time?" I flashed her a slight smile. "Lying to you? Just think about how you and that best friend of yours registered your marriage under my watch. You did nothing while he challenged me and trampled all over my prized possessions time and time again. "Compared to this scheme of yours tonight to ruin my reputation and make me lose everything… A tiny self-defense trick like this is nothing compared to what you have done.

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.

I have this taco-eating down to a science, yo. She shrugs, fiddling with her straw. “I guess it all boils down to the fact that they had a brief thing going on where they’d have sex after work, but they never actually went out on a date and he never felt any spark with her. But she assumed it was a lot more and basically looked like an ass after it was all over after bragging that she was going to be the one to snag him forever.” “Wow. She was basing future marriage proposals on after-work sex and no dates?”

Suddenly she decided to break the silence with a scene of jealousy; - Did the journalist Victoria write to you again? - I still don't understand what this jealousy is, if you are with Emiliano Romero, besides look what you did to my face, I'm a monster, and that's your fault, what more do you want from me? - Your face looked good, I don't know, why are you complaining so much, it was a bad deal. - Just one Maria De La Cruz? It was a lot of bad business, I don't know too much, and to tell the truth I don't even want to know.

The haze of his lust had been pierced by my challenge. He slowly began to move, deliberately at first, then quickening into a rhythm that stole the air from my lungs. The pace was insane, the contact brutal. It was pure, unadulterated passion-toxic and utterly compelling. The tension mounted, but not merely in the physical sense. Each thrust was a question, each moan a lie, each shared gaze an unspoken struggle for supremacy. That's how I got in; that was the first brick laid in my foundation of deceit.

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

somebody asked, which made everyone giggle. “No way. If they did, she wouldn’t be walking properly,” another added. In a chorus of laughter, I felt my cheeks darken with barely contained anger. “But for real, it’s being wasted on Scheur,” Margo, a maid I barely interacted with, said. I knew she had a few relationships with other werewolves, never shying from her sexual escapades and retelling stories. “Yeah, if it was me, I wouldn’t only try to date him but use him to better my life. He is rich—use him and raise your power,” she added, which wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t interested in him at all. I had no interest in being with a man like King Baldwin.