He Cheated With His Dead Brother's Widow Novel Novels & Stories

Her husband, the heir to a mafia organization mysteriously dies. To keep the peace between both families, she is forced to marry his ruthless brother. He is cold, calculating, and has enemies who would kill her just for his last name, and she…..well she simply just wants to save herself from the brink of ruin. He says he’ll never touch her, she says she doesn’t want him. They both think the other is hiding something and they’re both right. Love, lust, power, angst. Two opposites, forced together by unfortunate circumstances. Will they prevail? Or will fate further drift them apart?

Ann became a widow at thirty-four. To the world, she had everything. A rich husband, a beautiful life, and a name that opened doors. But the truth: she was never a wife; she was owned. On the night she was about to be handed over to another man like property, Ann ran with no plan or safety. Just fear pushing her forward. Then she crashed into him, Duke Carter, twenty-seven, Hockey superstar. The kind of man who doesn’t stop for strangers. But he stopped for her. What started as one night of help turns into something neither of them expected. Because Ann isn’t just running from her past… she’s carrying it. And Duke isn’t supposed to fall for a woman like her. She is older and a widow,

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and

At twenty-one, Ashley Knowles is forced into an arranged lavender marriage with the most feared biker president in California. Twenty-four hours later, she’s a widow. Thrust into the ruthless world of the Sons of Chaos Motorcycle Club, Ashley inherits an empire of oil rigs, ranches, illegal dealings, and blood-soaked power she never wanted. But the club brothers don’t bow to outsiders—especially not a girl who knows nothing about their world. Three dangerous men circle her like wolves: Matt —her dead sister’s fiancé blames Ashley for the death of his fiancée and wants brutal personal revenge. He’ll break her body to heal his grief. Bran —her scarred brother-in-law craves slow, psycholog

For three long years, my husband Richard has refused to touch me. All because of one tragic accident that stole our three-month-old baby… an accident that wasn’t even my fault. I tried everything to win him back. I begged, I cried, I seduced. Nothing worked. Desperate and burning with unmet desire, I found myself drawn to my new boss, Teddy. With one smoldering look, he awakens the fire I thought had died inside me. I crave him. I need him. But I’m still married… and I still love Richard with all my heart. Then came the business trip that shattered everything. In a single night, I discovered Richard’s secret—he’s been cheating on me all along. Rage and years of pent-up hu

I got hurt and lost consciousness on the battlefield. When I woke up after a three-day coma, I suddenly wanted to pull a prank on my mate. “Who are you?” When I saw my mate freeze, I wanted to laugh, but he suddenly saluted. “Miss Selena, I’m your comrade, Galeis.” He then pointed at his brother. “He’s Leonore, your mate.” I froze. Leonore stepped forward. “Yes, I’m your mate.” I forced out a smile. “Take me home, then.”

To everyone else, I'm the wife of Stefano Pace, the man who runs this city's underworld. To others, I am living the kind of luxury every woman in town envies. But what no one knows is that in three days, I'm leaving my husband for good. It started when I took Stefano's car to wash and spotted a black stocking that wasn't mine wedged in the passenger seat cushions. It was balled up and still reeked of sickly sweet perfume. The sight of it was like a knife to the heart. I knew that perfume. It is Isla Torelli's. She's Stefano's underboss, the only woman besides me who's ever taken the passenger seat. My hand trembled as I gripped the stocking, but I kept my cool. I thought back to our wedd

Chosen by Fate… Broken by it. Zafira learned one rule early—never expect love. The same rule she kept breaking. She loves being a stripper but is mocked for it, her love life seem to be a train that refuses to move. Just when she thought she was in love and was loved…. wanted…. Her world crumbles with one stare at the huge frame that carried her image and the dress she has been coerced to wear. But… It's not her… The red haired lady in the frame is not Zafira.

Three months after my husband, Josiah Erikson, disappears in a skiing accident, I spot him in a bar. He's laughing freely with an arm slung casually around his "best friend", Monica Jones' shoulders. "Good thing you came up with the idea. I'd almost forgotten what freedom feels like." One after another, his buddies clink glasses with him and ask about when he plans to reappear. He looks down and thinks about it before saying, "In a week. I'll show up once she's gone completely crazy searching for me." Standing in the shadows, I watch him savor his freedom, then call my friend who works at the state vital records office.

After Rowan Blackwood and I get into a car accident, we get reborn at the same time. In my previous life, I was one of the candidates who were groomed by the Blackwood family from a young age as the Blackwood brothers' potential wives. It was he who had personally selected me to become his fiancee as well. But Rowan never announced our relationship in front of the outsiders, though he had no problems being all lovey-dovey with me in front of the Blackwoods. That was, until I witnessed him pinning Lyra Whitmore, who used to be a fellow candidate but got freshly widowed by his older brother, against a corner with slightly reddened eyes. "I regret my decision…" In this lifetime, when it's