Novel & Cerita Little Mr Cheater

Her laughter always brought a smile to my face. I was happy if she was, it's our thing. But she is also extremely strong and brave. I adored my mom, we walked between all the tables as we heard the whispers and gasps. And then we reached them Mr.Clark and his son whose name I would love to forget. But now it was branded inside my skull. Mr.Clark also known as Richard and my soon to be stepfather is attractive I should give him that. Tall with salt and pepper hair. His smile breathtaking, and living proof that chivelray is not dead. All the more reason for me to back down and back of, but then I turned to him. Keegan Kruger Clark

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE Jessica’s POV At first I was sceptical of what the grandmaster was saying. But he was patiently answering all of my questions. "So you are saying, you guys are thieves but your victims are all rich people?" I asked in disbelief. I saw him smile while driving the car. I agreed to come with him to their hideout after the competition. I didn't win but he offered me a hobby, well that's what he called it. I'm intrigued by his offer.

I deliberately tapped on a video. The moment I pressed play, obscene audio filled the space between us. Jenna's face turned pale. Henry's low, hoarse voice echoed clearly. "Jenna, right now, who do you like more? Me, or Chris?" Back then, she hadn't hesitated for even a second. "You. How could he compare? You're so much more interesting!" "Then let's play a game. He's a fashion designer, right? How about we let him design our wedding outfits?"

Just as I was about to respond, I saw the police crouching in the corner, signaling to me. I took a deep breath. "Alright, I'll transfer the house to you both. We'll go to the property office tomorrow to finalize the paperwork." Laurence eyed me suspiciously. "You're agreeing so easily. Are you planning something?" I gave him a fake smile. "Believe whatever you want." Laurence stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded. "I believe you. But you have to transfer the money to me first." I unlocked my phone and opened my banking app, then handed it to him. "You can enter the bank account number yourself."

"Hurry up! If this drags on, you'll kill everyone's excitement!" She slammed the button. The static vanished instantly, and the chapel speakers carried a woman's voice. "Let me make this clear—being Mrs. Miller isn't that easy. Someone as lowly as you will never rise above your station. When we were kids, I could take your paintings and your inheritance. Now that we're adults, I can take your husband just as easily." Giselle's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at me. Chester froze as his eyes landed on Giselle, who stormed at me and slapped me hard. "No wonder you looked so calm earlier—you've been scheming the whole time! How dare you fake an audio to frame me!"

Leo toddled over to the entryway console and picked up the only framed photograph I had of my late mother. "Put. That. Down," I said, my voice trembling with suppressed fury. The five-year-old just smirked, a chillingly adult expression on his young face. He held the frame high, then deliberately smashed it onto the marble floor. As if that wasn't enough, he began stomping on the shattered glass with his little shoes. "Who's this old hag? From now on, only pictures of my mommy are allowed in this house!"

I voiced out, licking my lower lips. “I know how to do it. You just haven't seen me yet.” “All right. Let's get to play a game.” I said as we shook our hands. Twenty minutes later he lost three games in a row. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt. "This is embarrassing." I said. "You cheated." "I won fairly. It is because this is not just your field Mr businessman, your field is in the office so try to focus on it better.” "You absolutely cheated." “Mr Jayden Clark. I didn't cheat in this game, I don't know why businessmen like you just find it hard to believe that somebody can know something more than you.”

“Are you declaring challenge, Chairman?” “I’m declaring terms.” He lifted his hand. The world exploded into motion. A faint hiss, metal on air. Damian moved before my brain caught up. His arm snapped out, a line of black suit and tendon, and something silver-hot hit his palm with a meaty thunk. He didn’t flinch. Gasps. A cry. Then I saw it: a slim dart, silver-tipped, buried to the fletching in the meat of his hand. The scent of aconite bloomed sharp and bitter.

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 .

“This isn’t the ring you threw away. I went to the hospital and had one of my ribs removed to make a new one.” A shiver crawled up my spine. He had actually broken his own rib just to keep me. Though I didn’t feel moved by his devotion, only horrified by his madness. He continued, “This ring isn’t the old one, and I’m not the old Dylan anymore. So, can’t we start again?” I stared at the ring with mixed emotions. A part of me mourned the love we could never regain. The rest simply regretted the time I wasted on him. “Cheating is cheating. That fact doesn’t disappear. A ring or an apology won’t erase it.