Novel & Cerita It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy

Instead, I went straight to the computer connected to the screen, logged into my account, and uploaded a video. Then, I hit play. Yes, I had screen-recorded it that day. Rachel's smug face immediately filled the screen; her grin dripped with arrogance. Her voice rang out, echoing throughout the silent hall. "The groom's pretty great too. I tried him out for you as well." "Where's Jeremy?" "Oh, Mr. Stone is working late, of course. He's very busy." "Rachel, come help me with my back." "You're just trying to trick me into showering with you, you naughty man."

Ethan became a headless chicken as he sputtered uselessly, "H-Honey, I can explain." My voice turned ice cold as I hissed, "Explain what? That the video is fake? Or that the fact that you're cheating on me is just a lie?" Ethan opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He looked like prey that'd gotten its throat stepped on by a predator, me. The captain shot me a sympathetic look. "Ms. Bender, this has nothing to do with you. You're free to go." I nodded, picked up my purse, and sauntered away.

I lay face down in the snow, my stomach cramping so badly that I couldn't straighten up. My body hurt, but what cut deeper was the chill in my heart. Owen Schultz stood protectively in front of Sandy Hatfield, his voice dripping with disgust. "Brooke Greer, can you stop being such a buzzkill? Sandy was just teaching me how to switch edges, and she got a little carried away. You're the one with a weak body who insisted on coming to the slopes, and now you're here faking an injury and playing the victim. Get up already. Don't embarrass us."

The players all turned to stare at Nova and Luke, who were lying off to the side, injured. "Wow, that's a genius way to cheat. If we weren't experiencing this in person, who'd have thought a horror game could be used in this way?" "So it's because you two cheated in the game that Mr. Hale filed for divorce. You two cheaters are gross." "Poor Landon. He washed that slip dress for his wife, and she turned it into sex-play for someone else."

He asked annoyed. "We have a project, did you forget?" "Son behave. Don't be rude to such a sweet girl." Caleb told him. "Cookies?" Rachel asked. "Thank you." I grabbed one. "Those will make you fat." Raven added. "Raven!" His parents said in unison. "It's okay," I chuckled to mask how much that affects me. I'm not skinny, I'm just a bit chubby. "It's cheat day, I'm on a strict diet."

I am delivering documents to my fiance, Caleb Greene, when I see his personal assistant, Yelena Langdon, sit in his lap. "Mr. Greene, the seatbelt's broken and dug into my chest so hard that it really hurts now. Could you help me take a look?" Caleb, who claims to have a phobia of women, lets out a low chuckle and strokes her waist. "Is that so? Then I should take a closer look to see where you're hurt." The two get tangled together right there in the car, so engrossed in each other that they fail to notice me standing outside even after five minutes have passed. I knock on the car window. After Caleb rolls down the window, his face twists into an expression of shock. "Becca! What are

“I had to escape from Florence. You know how clingy she is. If I hadn’t thrown a tantrum and run out, you wouldn’t get to see me tonight.” A sharp, stabbing pain tore through my chest so badly that I could barely breathe. I watched my mate-to-be and my dearest sister kiss right in front of me. Dylan ruffled her hair indulgently. “Smart girl.”

Chelsea wanted to be tough again, but when the maid shouted, "Madam, do you want vinegar and chili for your shrimp dumplings?" Chelsea subconsciously said, "Yes!"

“But tonight, I want to question them with greasy food and cheesy one-liners.” “Cheesy one-liners and heartburn,” Jace muttered. “Now that’s the dream.” River ordered the pizza, adding a large soda and sour gummies to the list. “Comfort food essentials,” he said. Jace looked over with a crooked brow. “Sour gummies? What are we, twelve?” “Excuse you,” River said with mock offense. “Sour gummies are elite. You’re just uncultured.” “You're unbearable.” “And yet, here I am. Feeding your sad face.”

The door closed softly behind them, leaving the two of them alone. The room fell into an uneasy silence. The ticking of the wall clock sounded unnaturally loud. Cheesy clutched the blazer tightly around her trembling frame, eyes downcast. Daryl stood before her, his chest heaving with anger. “You’ve really become cheap, haven’t you? Seriously—just for one billion? You were willing to expose yourself like that? Is your dignity worth so little?” Cheesy slowly lifted her face. Her tear-filled eyes stared blankly ahead, and then a faint, bitter laugh escaped her lips. “Yes. My dignity is worth nothing compared to one billion, Mr. Daryl.”