Little Mr Cheater Novels & Stories

That's so much money. "Why did you do that? That's so much money you have spent on it," I lament. "Nothing. I just want to have some time with my wife alone. That's not something bad, right?" He smiles at me, and I blush hard. After the waiter serve us, we proceed to start eating. After spending an hour in the restaurant, we finally head to the entrance door, but Alex suddenly slumps to the ground and passes out.

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

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?"

I unlocked my phone, dialed the number the doctor had left me, and put it on speaker. It rang twice before the call was answered. "Dr. Wilson, this is Dakota. Earlier, you said my sample got mixed up. Do you remember whose sample it was mixed up with?" Without hesitation, the voice on the other end responded, "Your sample got mixed up with your fiancé, Mr. Laurence Ball's. It was a mistake at the hospital, and we'll give you both a free retest." A smile curled on my lips as I glanced at Laurence and Zoey, who were now frozen in shock.

"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!"

Ronan Blackwell was wrapping his arm around some girl as they stepped out of the hotel elevator. I was sitting right there on the lobby couch, snacking on nuts. The second Ronan locked eyes with me, his face went paler than a three-day-old corpse. The girl in his arms reacted first, shoving him away with a sharp gasp. "Miss West, wait, it's not what it looks like!" she squeaked. I rubbed my forehead. "Alright, drop the act. You're practically bursting at the seams trying not to laugh." Honestly, it wasn't just her. I was barely holding back a massive grin myself. Ronan getting caught red-handed cheating meant I was walking away with ten percent of the family company stock. Jackpot.

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

Knowing someone had my back right now, quietly, without either of them suspecting it, pulled a small, warm smile out of me before I could stop it. "What are you smiling at?" Dillan asked, snapping me back. "Is that a man you're texting? Is it the one from last night?" He grabbed for my phone, but the message had already deleted itself the moment I opened it. There was nothing there for him to find. "Why are you so sure I'm the one cheating?" I asked. "Are you?" "Enough, Ava. Don't push it." He gave me a hard look, then laughed, short and cruel.

We all had to wait for her to finish up in the room with Zack; they came out at the same time, and their bodies would not stop moving toward each other. "What happened there? Did you fuck?" I reached for her ear and whispered. She gave me a faint smile before returning to her chair. The game began for the second time, and Sarah had the brilliant idea of allowing me to play this time. I rolled the dice and, unfortunately, did not get a perfect six. I had to enter the same room as Daniella and Zack, but this time I was asked to go into the room with Richard Harper. Richard is the star of the basketball team; nothing happens without him.

she promised and turned back to the screen, making Mark gulp nervously. "The game will now begin in 3, 2, and fight" the robotic voice from the game announced again and they began their fight. The game ended as fast as it began, ending with Mark losing immediately to Malia who was smirking "hey. You... You.. you cheated!" He stuttered accusingly, pointing his index finger from Malia to the TV screen, while the rest were running out of breath from laughter "how could the game end in a minute?" He asked bewildered "I'm sure you were cheating," Mark said, trying to save his face and give a reason for his epic failure.