Little Mr Cheater Novels & Stories

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.

"You had a different opinion when you decided to sleep with Natalie. However, I do have to thank you for cheating on me. I never would have known how small, short, and useless you were if you didn't!" Alarmed by my words, Justin exclaimed anxiously, "Stop spouting nonsense, Anne!" I wasn't bothered at all by his warning and continued to provoke him. "How dare you involve me in your messed-up bet? How dare you try to get me to beg you not to break up with me? You're the worst! "Why can't Chase and I get together? He's bigger than you, and he can last longer than you. He's the type of man that I would actually cry over if he broke up with me. I would actually beg him to take me back."

The beach house was far from grandma's mansion, it was a modern designer mansion on the beach, when Gia arrived, the party had already started, models in tiny bikinis walked around the place, men who looked like they were taken from some magazine, laughed by the pool. “Look who arrived! The annoying voice of Odalis Sterling, the same one that had tripped Gia on the yacht, came over the music. “The maid who is now playing at being a lady of society.” The comment caused laughter from the other guests, Gia did her best to contain herself and not jump on the dyed blonde. “I'm an assistant, which is different, and thank you for the wonderful welcome, although I really expected more class from a m

Sensing that the atmosphere was not quite right, Shaun immediately interrupted, “Chester, you and Miss Robbins know each other?” “Yeah, she’s a small star from one of my investments, Felix Media,” Chester said faintly. “Yes, quite small. This year, I earned hundreds of millions for Felix Media,” Eliza said indifferently. “Is that a lot?” Chester chuckled. Eliza smiled. “Young Master Jewell, you shouldn’t say such things in public. You’ll be criticized to death.” “Who would dare to?” Chester knocked on the table again and again. The room fell silent again.

, will you make me better? I could hear the suggestiveness behind the text, my face immediately felt hot Red: Don’t be silly, I’m watching you right now . Michael : Obsessed much little Red Red : It’s a coincidence I looked back up at the TV, a smile graced his lips , it made me smile too Michael: Whatever you say Red Red : I’m not lying Michael: Okay little Miss Red Red : I’m not little Michael: Yeah, you are so big . I glared at the TV, even if he can’t see me . This little brat is teasing me

] [Shall I take you to the movies tonight? [Or we could travel. Didn't you say you wanted to see Shaylem Lake?] He sent message after message, the screen filling with words. But none received a reply. Then he saw my last reminder—telling him to come home and open his gift—and his expression softened. 'She must have fallen asleep,' he thought. 'That's why she hasn't answered.' "Drive faster," he urged the chauffeur. Half an hour later, he pushed open the front door. The house, lavishly dressed in ornate décor, greeted him with silence. At first glance, he didn't notice what was missing.

But now I knew—the guy who always put me first, who handed over company shares like it was nothing, could still cheat. "It's nothing," I said. "Someone called you earlier. I picked up, but they didn't say anything. Local number. Maybe a friend? Here." I handed him the phone, eyes locked on him. He took it like it was no big deal. "Probably a wrong number. Don't stress." But I saw it—that little finger twitch on the screen. I knew that move. He was lying. "Babe, why don't you go rest?" he said. "I just remembered a file at work I forgot to finish."

His tone was crisp yet neutral, and I realized that he was simply stating the truth. “You should have seen Jayden ten years ago,” I told him. “Oh yeah?” Miles sounded skeptical. “He used to have a big nose,” I said, looking over the menu. “And he was shorter than me.” I shook my head. “I don't know what happened.” “I can see that.” His sharp, dark eyes radiated humor from behind the plastic-covered menu. "That boy even used to be the smallest in the group, shorter than me. Sometimes, I forget how much he's grown.”

“Philip… save me…” The silence lasted for a whole two seconds before the crowd went wild. Mrs. Xanders sucked in a sharp breath. “Isn’t that Selena? And isn’t the man in bed with her Howard?” Mrs. Lane covered her mouth. “My goodness, isn’t he Mr. Wilson’s childhood friend? Doesn’t Selena post every day in Moms Unite on how to have a successful married life?” The younger neighbors behind them took their phones out. The security guards hurriedly stopped them. “Don’t take any photos! Call the ambulance first!”

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" ​Robert, the sleazebag who had just tried to trap me, stumbled back a step, trying to smooth down his jacket with a nervous, fake laugh. He pointed a finger at me, playing the victim. "Relax, Mr. President. I was just having a harmless conversation with her. She was sitting here all alone, looking all lonely, and I just decided to keep her company until you returned."