Hotwife Heather Novels & Stories

Ben mumbled and flitted out after a short imperceptible sigh. “What are you doing here Heather? Do you know the trouble you are in?” “Turns out that I am the special designer for your special wedding Your Highness” Heather grumbled. “This is insane” “What is insane? That I am now a successful lady?” “Lady? Did you just call yourself a lady?” “Oh spare me that harassment” “You shouldn’t have come back to Beijing Heather. This is very wrong and risky for you” “Risky? For me or for you?” Heather muttered.

She had left a lasting impression on me the first day I moved here. She was a beautiful woman, but a different type of woman from my wife. If my wife was the cool and aloof beauty, then Heather embodied the warmth of a gentle, quiet, and devoted wife. Maybe it was her maturity, but Heather always exuded a distinct aura of a married woman.

She says, smiling. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, and I take a shaky breath. Her words sliced through my heart. Her pained voice, her wails, her begging, everything flashed across my eyes. "Raina...I"... "You know Agastya, I love it so much when people call me whore, slut, disgrace and whatnot. But yesterday I got one more endearment for me 'A husband stealing whore'. Like I was so amazed when I heard that word." she says excitedly.

Every time he touched her, Brett would remember that blood-soaked wound, and any spark of desire vanished instantly. At first, Heather thought he had developed a general aversion to women. But then she realized—it was just her. When strange women she didn't know sent her videos of themselves in bed with him, she finally understood. A different woman could still ignite his passion, making him burn hot and wild. The Vanders were wealthy and powerful, so she had planned to turn a blind eye to it all. But then one of those women sent a picture of a positive pregnancy test, and Heather could no longer sit idly by.

Charlotte POV “We came here for dinner as far as I remember. I didn't know that I came here to have my wife drilled by the both of you.” Hayden said in a light tone, but I knew he wasn't joking. He seemed genuinely angry about anything that was happening. I quickly blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill from my eyes. “I'm Heather by the way,” his sister said, now plastering a smile on my face. “Disregard any information that my mom claims to have known about you.”

" Heather walked slowly toward Charlie and slapped him across the face. She didn't hold back against that scumbag. Then, she raised the paper in her hand and announced, "Willow Harper is my daughter. She's the rightful heiress of the Chapman family."

You have caused so many issues in my life woman… Heather now seems to be mad at me because Jae informed her of our altercation… Why would you cousin side you her? Heather is not my cousin but something a little more difficult to explain… I have relations with Heather as well… She is also the mother of my oldest son… Kem are you fucking kidding me? You have all these whores and then continue to keep lying to me and making me pregnant… Why would you do that? Now I have to compete with Heather and Jae… I will never be like Jae … I will be leaving and heading to a new country… I suggest you do not follow me …

“She turned my mother’s memorial into a publicity event.” Hart frowned. “She was supporting you.” “No.” The word came out hard. “She brought cameras.” “Reporters.” “Celebrities.” “She made my mother’s memory about herself.” The first time we’d broken up. The first time I should have walked away. The first time I should have understood exactly who Eva Sterling was. Instead— “I was stupid enough to forgive her.” Hart took a step forward. I didn’t move. “And stupid enough to betray my wife.” The site went silent again.

Had she followed him way out here? Her eyes were glazed over in a subtle yellow, a warning her she-wolf was close to the surface. The mating heat was taking hold and her impulse control would be dangerously poor. “Why don’t you find your own man,” said the whore. Heather lunged forward, her claws breaking through her fingertips. David grabbed her around the waist before she could make contact with the human. She thrashed and growled in his arms. “Heather!” He hoisted her over his shoulder and dumped her in the passenger seat of his truck, slamming the door closed. Then he finished loading his full and empty canisters into the back of his pick-up truck. The whore had already run off.