He Cheated Novel Novels & Stories

In a world of ancient packs and ruthless alphas, Reylap Stark was the devoted Omega healer everyone revered until the ultimate betrayal shattered her world. Framed for murder by her jealous half-sister and banished by her fated mate, Alpha Malik, on the very day she was to become his Luna, Reylap is cast out while carrying his pup. Broken, pregnant, and rejected, she flees into the wild… only to be rescued by the most feared alpha in the land. Alpha Elliot of the Dark Storm Pack claims her as his true mate. With his fierce protection and unwavering love, the timid, trusting Omega rises from the ashes. She becomes stronger, bolder, and burning for justice. But when a desperate Malik returns, groveling for her legendary healing powers to save his dying pack, old wounds rip open. Now the hunter becomes the hunted. Will Reylap grant mercy to the man who destroyed her… or make him kneel for everything he took?

In the VIP lounge of an underground casino, Maeve, the Falcone family's princess, had been plied with too much hard liquor. Fueled by alcohol, someone goaded her into revealing the most shameless thing she'd ever done to win over the Don. She swirled her glass, pointed at me dealing cards behind the table, and threw her head back with a laugh. "Seven years ago, when Declan was in a coma after a shootout, I took his private phone. And I deleted the distress message that bitch sent him. Every last trace of it. Then I replied in his name: You're a burden. Go die." "You'll never guess what happened next. That idiot stood outside the safe house all night in a downpour, like a stray dog. I almost died laughing…" The room erupted in crude laughter. Only the man enthroned at the head of the table remained silent. The crystal whiskey glass in his hand shattered with a sharp crack. Blood mixed with the amber liquor, trickling over the veins on the back of his hand before dripping onto the carpet. His murderous, bloodshot eyes were locked on me. I calmly dealt the last hole card in front of him and offered a clean, white silk handkerchief. "Don Declan, you should wipe your hand. Blood on the felt is bad luck." After all, some stains never wash out.

In the third year of her marriage to Caleb Montclair, the young master of the powerful Montclair family, Ashley discovers she’s pregnant. Eager to share the news with the man she loves, Ashley rushes home believing their broken marriage can still be saved. Instead, she’s greeted with divorce papers and Caleb choosing another woman over her. Humiliated, betrayed, and carrying his unborn child, Ashley walks away from the Montclair family and disappears without a trace. Five years later, fate brings them together again at the prestigious Beaumont family gala. But this time, Ashley is no longer the weak woman Caleb abandoned. She is Ashley Beaumont, the powerful young mistress of the wealthiest conglomerate family in the world. And this time, she’s no longer the woman they once destroyed.

Amelia Jones, Amy's good life turned upside down when she lost both her parents in a car accident. Now she got to move in with her father's best friend, Peter Brown, and his family. The only problem, their elder son Jason Brown is her arch-nemesis. That and her maternal uncle whom she never saw coming to take her custody. What is Amelia going to choose? Staying in Los Angeles and continue her life with Jason to irritate her 24*7 Or leave Los Angeles and move to India and leaving her whole life behind. And fast forward she comes to know that her wedding is fixed with Jason a long time back.

Clayton Amos finally agrees to marry me during my fifth year as the antagonist of a novel. On the day of my wedding, the chandelier in the middle of the hall suddenly snaps and falls. At the most critical moment, he shoves me aside and runs over to protect Gladys Dawson, the protagonist of the novel, and his first love. Clayton's arm is slashed as a result, and blood pours out of the wound, dyeing his pristine white suit red. Meanwhile, Gladys remains unharmed in his arms. I hold a hand against the bleeding wound on my neck and finally accept the fact that Clayton never loved me. This is when the system appears and asks me, "Hailey Paltrow, would you like to abort your mission now?" I nod in silent response. "Since he's going to end up losing all four of his limbs and ultimately wish for death, I'll let him have it."

The day I decided to marry the heir to one of the East Coast's wealthiest families, my ex-boyfriend Jack Harris showed up in my dream again. This time was different from all the others. He was on his knees in front of me, sobbing until his voice gave out. "Nora, I regret it." "Won't you come back to me?" The old me would have softened. But this time, I woke up and only wanted to laugh. For ten years I thought I dreamed of him because I couldn't let go, that I was pathetic for it. Then my best friend, a therapist, told me a colleague of hers had picked up a very strange client, a man who'd sold off everything he owned to learn a form of hypnosis that let him control people's dreams deeply. That man was Jack Harris. His wife was Vivian, the classmate who'd bullied me for years. The three of us had grown up together, childhood friends from the same small town. He'd tormented me for ten years, dumping me a different way in my dreams every single night, all to keep Vivian happy. And now he had me listening to his confessions in my dreams. It wasn't his conscience turning over. It was so I'd kill myself, so my heart could be transplanted into Vivian whole and undamaged. What he never imagined was that I'd found out everything ahead of time. This time, I was going to watch this rotten pair destroy themselves, one rotting away in his dreams, the other rotting in a hospital bed.

Her life was picture-perfect—until the night everything came crashing down. One scandal. One devastating betrayal. And suddenly, the woman who once had it all is painted as the villain in a story she never got to tell. Humiliated, abandoned by the man who promised forever, and stripped of everything she built, she vanishes without a trace. But disappearing was never the end of her story. Years later, she returns as someone entirely different—stronger, untouchable, and fueled by a quiet hunger for justice. No longer the broken woman they left behind, she’s now a ruthless corporate investigator with one mission: expose the corruption hidden beneath her ex-husband’s flawless empire. She came back for revenge. To ruin him the way he ruined her. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more cracks begin to show in the story she believed for years. Buried secrets rise to the surface, old wounds reopen, and the man she swore to hate may not be the enemy after all.

Melannie couldn't remember the last time she felt something. While Ace remembers every sting and ache. Both of their chaotic worlds collide and through every moment they share, one starts to feel and the other starts to heal. The only thing standing in between is that it's a cycle of pain, and no one knows how to get out.

Pregnant and humiliated: this is how her husband, the successful businessman Maximilian Phillips, left her. Left to her own devices, Mariana struggles to overcome the tragedy and be a good mother. She did not expect, however, that the father of her child would be deeply sorry and willing to fight to win her back. Will she ever forgive him?

My mate, Kael, got killed by rogues while trying to save me. He left behind a debt of ten million and a child, not yet a year old. Out of guilt and longing for Kael, I refused the advances of many excellent werewolves and never accepted a second chance, mate. I worked endlessly to raise my child and pay off the debt. But during a business meeting at a hotel, I saw my mate—who was supposed to be dead—lying in bed with my stepsister, Lila.