It Ain't Easy Being Cheesy Novels & Stories

"Whatcha thinkin' bout?" "Just why he would do that? All that trouble to steal a phone and photo. Could he be like an identity thief?" "He's gonna have his work cut out for him trying to look like a small young woman." "Im not small-" "I'm a giant among other girls. You are all smol." Despite my earlier stress, I can't help but crack up at Chey. She always knows how to lift my spirits.

One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates. “Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile. “Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken. Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.” I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho. “Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.

"I will prepare our wedding. A real wedding. Wait for me, my bride." My head was still spinning as I took a cab back to my downtown penthouse apartment. The second I opened the door, a wave of nausea washed over me. The TV blared in the living room. Half-eaten pizza boxes littered the designer coffee table. And there was Sofia, lounging on my couch in my silk robe, casually painting her nails. "Oh, look who's back," she drawled without looking up. "I thought you'd be spending the night elsewhere." My gaze drifted to the wall where my half-a-million-dollar Monet original once hung. It was now defaced with colorful, childish scrawls. Leo sat on the floor, paintbrush in hand, admiring his "mast

"I knew you were the sweetest. Thank you for always putting me first." She had no idea he had already started letting her go. In her triumphant haze, she shot a smug look at Kevin and her friends. "Tsk. What a rare, devoted fool." "Bet his ancestors are spinning in their graves." They all mocked him — called him worthless, a clueless idiot. He didn't care. Let them laugh. Because anyone who made a joke out of him would soon become the joke themselves. He turned and went out to buy the pill for Lacey. The moment he stepped outside, they were already tangled up together, kissing.

At his response , l didn't hesitate , l instantly began to tell him everything . I told him how Mark always treats me like shit together with the kids . With him intently listening , l told him how he only focuses on work and then I told him how he wished I was like Harriet . " From now on , lam going to cheat just like he does " , My voice broke at that point and the tears fall but l was serious . Cheating wasn't for me but my situation was honestly unbearable .

Meanwhile, I had never once been seen wearing anything of real value. Next, they uncovered that Jace wasn't even my biological brother. He was the son of my mother and the man she cheated on my father with. After that man died, my father had graciously adopted Jace and even gave his life trying to save him. Jace was a bastard through and through. Erica wasn't any better since she was his accomplice. There was a public outcry on the internet. The topic "Erica Inman Cheated On Her Husband With Her Brother-In-Law" shot to the top of the trending searches list.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

"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.

(It's an art) "More like an extermination," Mason corrected. Calvin facepalmed “You guys are never going to give up that topic?" “Non (Nope)!" they both replied. “C'est amusant de vous taquiner avec ca (It's fun teasing you with it)" Drew concluded, and they all burst into laughter. “Anyway, what was all that rambling about earlier?" Drew asked Mason. “Oh, right. It's just a hypothesis." “Let's hear it. And please try not to go into your mad scientist mode. Some of us only understand seasoning fish and how to make the spiciest food ever,“ Calvin complained.

Betrayed by the two people I trusted most, I felt so suffocated by the pain that my tears finally fell freely. I glared at Jared, my voice shaking with rage. "Your mother left you because your father cheated on her. You said you hated betrayal above all else in this world, so you wouldn't let the one you love experience that same kind of agony. "You said you wouldn't put me through it, so why the hell did you do it still? Huh?" "I did say that!" Jared barked, then covered his face with both hands as tears slipped through his fingers. "But I do love you, Monica. I really, really do."