Little Mr Cheater Novels & Stories

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!"

“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.

As Crystal watched her mother being taken away, she burst into loud sobs. Her wailing echoed in the room as I handed the officers a backup of the mansion’s security footage. A short distance away, the reporter passed me his phone and signaled for me to check it. I was led to a social media platform. A video titled [Twist of Cheating Scandal: Wife Mistaken for the Mistress, Here’s the Shocking Truth…] had been uploaded. There was a bright red tag beside it. [Trending.]

"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.

I hurry out of the house before I lose control of Roy. As the cab drives away I see Nikki’s little face peer out of the curtains, tear-streaked and wailing her poor little heart out. (Trevor P.O.V) “Nikki? Come on Little Luna, come eat your dinner. It’s mac and cheese, your favourite,” I tell her.

, he smirked softly, cocking his head back to his bedroom to punctuate his challenge. "I don't care either way, sir, the match's about to be on again in barely a minute," I shrugged, totally ignoring the way his eyes lingered on my reddened cheeks. Regardless, Mr. Kim took a seat next to me on the couch, a safe distance between the two of us as we concentrated on the fight. Trevor was, as usual, amazing at what he did and it was showing right then. It was silent for a few minutes and I thought my eyes could almost droop shut due to exhaustion but suddenly Mr. Kim's loud voice boomed through the rather empty house and I jumped in my seat. "That ref is a freaking cheater! Did you see how he-"

I opened my mouth to say yes when a sharp voice cut through the hall. "Shelby! Don't marry him!" Everyone turned toward the voice and saw Wayne standing at the entrance. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was unkempt as if he hadn't combed it in days, and his clothes were rumpled and stained. He was a far cry from the confident, polished CEO he once was. The room erupted in whispers. "Isn't that Ms. Moyer's ex-husband? Has he lost his mind, trying to crash her wedding?"

granny turned to Linc. He laughed. “Granny! Stop cheating! It’s impolite!” Linc started screaming. “And...done!” grandma screamed. She won! “Oh, The Greatest Pro. I bet everyone would laugh if they saw you losing to our granny!” I stated and started laughing with grandma. “High five!” We clapped our hands. “You are too boring, kiddo!” granny turned again to Linc. “Granny! You are a cheater!” Linc started complaining. “Yeah, tell me how I can cheat in the game, I have never seen before, and I’ll try to do it another time!” grandma stated and giggled.