House Cheats Sims 4 Novels & Stories

"Mom, why are you still drinking red wine? If someone finds out, they'll start questioning the pregnancy." "What are you worried about? The child isn't going to be born anyway. Once the paternity test is done, the task is complete." As she spoke, she took another small sip of wine and casually poured a glass for Sophie. "Sophie, after today, it's all going to be brighter days ahead. This house will be ours sooner or later." Sophie glanced around the room. Greed flickered briefly in her eyes. "Hmph. After scheming for so long, this is the day we have been waiting for so long.

Growing up in this world of wealth and privilege, I'd learned to spot opportunists from a mile away. As the years went by and she stayed married to Dave, I started to think my first impression of her was wrong. Last night proved that I had been right all along. "Nothing," I said, shoving Dave's hands away from my collar. "Forget it." "No, you don't get to do that," Dave snarled, his face red with anger. "First you try to undermine my business, and now you're implying something about my wife?" From the corner of my eye, I could see a small crowd gathering around us. Aunt Martha, Dave's mom, clutching her pearls, while Uncle George, his dad, tried to usher other guests away from the scene. My

] [Let me summarize: side piece assaults family, trash wife protects side piece, epic family annihilation—chef's kiss! [Modern independent woman? More like a hollow trophy who abandoned her own family. Can't even protect her father!] [Look who showed up—the Keltner heiress. This just got nasty for Ashley.] [For those unaware: Chelsey Keltner, sole heir to the Gibelli Keltners, nicknamed the 'Legal Executioner'—undefeated. Ashley, you might want to start picking out your burial plot.] "Small-time fling? I love Ashley! Ashley, tell them!" Brian raged, clutching her arm and shouting hysterically.

The first crisis happens fourteen minutes after Nick and Emily leave. Mia wants mac and cheese. Mason wants pasta with butter. I'm standing in the kitchen of the Blackwood estate holding a box of macaroni in one hand and a box of penne in the other while two children stare at me from the kitchen table like opposing counsel. "They're both pasta," I say. "Mac and cheese has CHEESE," Mia says. "I can put cheese on the penne." "That's not mac and cheese. That's pasta pretending."

“He can fuck her all night.” Her eyes hold mine. “You don’t mean that.” I fake a smile. “Yeah, actually, I do.” I stand and make my way over to the kitchen, order a dessert to go, and wait for them to cut the cheesecake for me. If I’m going to be depressed tonight, I may as well do it in style. I get my cheesecake and as I am on my way out, he catches my eye. “I’m going,” I announce. He nods, unaffected. “See you.” He goes back to his conversation.

"Oh, right. You said high-society marriages are just business deals. That keeping a young mistress is normal. "So let's say, for argument's sake, I did cheat. Scott broke our vows first. That would just make me a woman who knows how to play by the rules." I took a step to the side, just enough to dodge Joel's hand reaching for mine. "Besides—" My voice stayed even. "You've all been dying to know who really owns Vespera since the buyout, right?" Joel's head snapped toward me. The cold night air bit at my skin as I met his stare, my voice quiet but detached.

“Are you hiding? You won’t be able to hide for long!” His loud actions attracted the neighbor’s attention. The neighbor, Mrs. Smith, poked her head out in confusion. “Who are you looking for?” Lucas peered at her and walked over angrily. “Do you know where Joan Anderson is? Ask her to come out immediately!” Mrs. Smith frowned when she heard that. “Joan? She died a long time ago.” “Died?” Lucas sneered, “She’s lying! I can’t believe she’d make up this sort of lie just to hide from me!”

*** After handling Mom's memorial, I went back to the cheap hotel where I was staying. The second I slid in the keycard, my phone started buzzing like crazy. Missed calls stacked up. All from Tyler. Blank-faced, I switched my phone to silent and let the screen flash in the dark. When I still didn't answer, the texts started. Tyler: [Lindsay, please answer. Can we meet and talk?] I replied coldly. [You already signed the debt agreement. There's nothing to talk about. Don't forget your first payment is due on the first of next month.]

It seemed that he wasn't going to take the next step unless I answered his question. I closed my eyes before I murmured, "I like it." Although the couch had just gotten to Chase's new apartment, it already had to support our combined weight. It also had to perform duties that were beyond its intended purpose. Of course, after some vigorous testing, we also decided that the bed had passed with flying colors too. … Chase's heart felt incredibly full as he watched me sleep soundly in his arms. His puberty had been a little delayed during middle school, so he hadn't been as tall and broad as he was now. He was completely caught off guard when he was harassed by a group of hooligans in an alley.

Lisa's POV: Macaroni and Cheese. I decided to make him macaroni and cheese. He had nothing in the fridge except for mayonnaise and a few pieces of moldy bologna. The cupboards were filled with nothing, but junk food, but I was able to find a singular box of mac n' cheese. Huffing, I turn down the hall and slowly make the short journey to his office. I knock on the door and lean against the door frame. "Come in." I hear his deep voice boom.