Little Mr Cheater の小説・ストーリー

Jakob Roth, the old butler, sighed before reluctantly stating, “Don Whitmore gave orders that the master bedroom belongs to Miss Alice. As for your belongings… We’ll leave them here for now.” “I understand. You may be excused,” I spoke softly. After they cautiously retreated, I heard Alice's faint voice coming from outside the door. “Grace, may I come in?” Even though I did not respond, she opened the door anyway. She was dressed in a beige cotton dress and eyed me timidly. Her complexion was pale. “Grace, I’m sorry…” As soon as she started, her eyes began to turn red as if she had been the one suffering a great injustice.

I even hired a smooth-talking person to pretend to be my friend, which made the story even more believable. He was grinning from ear to ear and hummed a tune when he left. I stayed behind under the excuse of going to work, staring at the property deed in my hand. The first step of my plan had been done perfectly. After that, I headed straight to the home of Cael Renard, who was the husband of the female supervisor who had been cheating with Dylan.

He was leaning against the railing, still dressed in his pajamas. "No matter how healthy you are, you'd still fall sick if you stood out here at night in the cold air," he said with a reproachful expression. Toying with the blanket, I replied coolly, "Thanks, but you could've pretended not to have noticed me." I chose Michael purely because I thought he could win against Joshua. After having battled him numerous times now, I knew what he was capable of. Either way, I didn't want to get involved with him romantically. That would only end up becoming a repeat of the past.

"Yeah! How could you hit him?" I sneered. "Pamela, you cheated while we were still married. The divorce isn't even finalized yet, and you dare show up in public like this? Your family used to be dirt poor. Now that you have a little money, you're out here shamelessly keeping a side piece. "You're even acting as if you have class. It's the first time I've seen something like this." "What did you say? Who are you calling a side piece?" William lost it.

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."

When Kane came around, he scanned the room with wary eyes. I didn't want him to know who I really was. My real identity, as the daughter of the Don who commanded the most powerful mafia alliance in Europe, wasn't something I could just drop on a stranger. So I kept it simple. I tucked the sheets around him and lied with a soft smile: "Don't worry. I'm nobody special. My family runs some international trade, and I just happened to find you." The moment he heard that, the suspicion left his eyes. And when he realized I had money, something close to hunger lit up in their place.

“Do you still love your husband?” Emma pulled off Marcus’s cock just long enough to answer, spit dripping everywhere. “No, Daddy… I don’t. I love your cock. I love being owned by you. I’m your cheating cumslut now. Mark is just… there. A roommate. This pussy belongs to you.”

"Hello, Mr. Richards. I'm Jeremy Johnson, the one who was previously engaged to Kayleigh. "Now that she's chosen someone else, our engagement is void. I was about to leave, but Gerald Shaw made trouble and had people block my way." I explained the situation in just a few sentences. Gerald snorted, twisting the truth. "You stole gold from our mine. Of course, I couldn't let you walk away." My face was scraped from being dragged on the ground, my clothes torn and disheveled. Chris frowned, his eyes studying me. "If you're the type to steal, then my daughter breaking off the engagement is only natural. But you must leave this gold here."

Drew facepalmed. "Parce que tu és le seul fantome que je connaisse qui soit un chef (Because you're the only ghost whom I know is a chef)" Calvin replied. “Wrong, Mason is also a chef. Why not ask him to prepare a dish for you?“ “Nope, I'll pass. I like to have my head intact even as a ghost," Calvin pouted "How are you even sure she has all the ingredients needed for preparing a Coq Au Vin Blanc?“

The police are here for Elysia, how perfect. I scurried out of the room, still in my pajamas. When I opened the door, Madeline's fright welcomed me. I quickly feigned ignorance and a troubled countenance. "Why are they here?" "Something about murder." Madeline could barely say the words correctly, but there I was grinning secretly. "I will check on my wife. You just try to keep them entertained." I ousted her as I veered towards Elysia's room, reciting words in my head that I would shamelessly enunciate in front of her. She was the first to shamelessly cheat on me.