Flash Wife Novels & Stories

If only her friend hadn't fallen in love with such a scum, she wouldn't have been in such a state. After preparing the meal, she sat down in the living room to check her phone. She was browsing through her phone when she came across a video that was going viral. It had the tag " Groom slapped on his wedding day over fraud and infidelity" "Scum! Just like Rex!" Sheila muttered and then she saw the couple. "What the fuck! Is that Rex and that bitch?" Sheila nearly screamed but she quickly held her mouth. The woman in the video came out from nowhere and gave the groom, which happen to be Rex, a slap! Does this mean Rex got married today and that was where Ariana and her boss had gone to?

Dash pulls away from her and darts his eyes to me and then back at her. “Since I met Grace, I realized nothing in my life made sense, this title was given to me because Wyatt, my best friend decided to get married, well, I guess you will have to find the next most Eligible bachelor as I am taken, I am engaged to the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Grace knocked me off my feet. I couldn’t breathe when her eyes met mine.” Dash says and I can’t help but feel a flutter in my stomach. He’s declaring himself to me, but this is all fake.

“Lucy leave. Now.” A dark shiver danced about my spine and I suddenly had a bad feeling about this. Moving into a more comfortable position, still recording but this time without the grin on my face I watched as Lucy approached him, desperately trying to make him see grace, “Justin...” she called trailing off, hey eyes sincere, “I love you, I’ve never stopped.” I couldn’t help the eye roll that followed after this blatant confession. The guy had 200 million followers on I*******m. That’s more than 150 million girls and 50 million gay guys who could say the exact same words.

Yvana followed up with another sneer, "Snow, don't be silly. You are still protecting her? Who knows how many men Nicole had since hooked up with, and now she's the third wheel between you and Harvey. I wouldn't be surprised if she did anything right now!" When Austin heard that, how could he bare the situations as he roared at Yvana, "Yvana Wyance, don't you overstep your bounds. Don't make me break my rule of not hitting a woman!"

"Do you have any comment on the Leone family's financial crisis and the money laundering scandal?" The flashbulbs were like punches, blinding me with every pop. The street thugs who ran with Chiara's father whistled lewdly. "I hear she gets around. Not so pure, that one." "Look at that dress. Her brother's barely cold, and she's already dressed like a whore. Bet she can't go a night without a man." I trembled with a rage so pure I wanted to leap off the stage and tear their tongues from their mouths.

Nikolai opened every single one but never replied. A wave of shame washed over me for the woman whose body I now wore. Why had she forced herself on a man who clearly didn’t want her? Then I remembered Frederick. How I had given him everything, only for him to treat me like trash. I couldn’t blame Chloe. Not really. I kept scrolling. The messages grew more frantic, more humiliating. Finally I opened Chloe’s I*******m. Over forty million followers. She was a famous model. Photos of her posing perfectly, signing big deals, living a glamorous life.

"Mr. Ashton?" Martha screamed excitedly. "Do you think this figure looks like Mr. Ashton?" Isabella wasn't interested in the gossip in the entertainment industry, but when she heard what Martha said, she uncontrollably opened the official site of Twitter. Seraphina' love was the first trending topic on Twitter, along with a few photos. In the first photo, she quietly nestled against a man's chest. Judging from the back view in the second photo, they should be kissing. The third photo showed a man carrying her into a mansion.

“But…how? Why? What is going on, Ashton? You can’t just—just show up like this!” Ashton let out a short laugh, devoid of humor. “Let’s just say I pulled a Gone Girl. You know, faked my death, disappeared, and left everyone to pick up the pieces. Only, it wasn’t exactly by choice.” Faye stepped forward, her emotions spilling out in a torrent that none of us were prepared for. The next moment happened so fast that I didn’t even register it until the sharp crack echoed through the room. Faye’s palm connected with Ashton’s cheek, the force of it leaving a red imprint on her skin. The slap was sharp, decisive, and filled with more pain than anger.

My husband and his parents were terrified I'd push myself too hard, so they booked me into a luxury recovery suite with a living area, study, nursery, and private bedrooms. My sister Zoey had just gotten back from the UK last month. She'd even asked me to help her find a job. The tone. The wording. It sounded exactly like my mom. 'No way... It can't be...' My lips went dry. My heart slammed against my ribs. I opened the photo she sent. Bruce Brighton was holding a woman in his arms. Way too close. It took me three seconds to realize it was fake. The woman had six fingers. Under the photo was a voice message.

"Oh, wow, I really used them." "They're licking up his cum," groaned Fred. He stared in awe as the two sluts kissed, shoveling my cum back and forth. "Snowballing," moaned Shane as he watched. "That's insane. I love this. "Uh-huh," I panted. The Asian cutie opened her blouse and flashed her small berates, a pair of silver rings piercing her nubs. She arched her eyebrow at me. I groaned and headed to her. I cupped her face and kissed the slut, my tongue thrusting into her mouth.