Mc Romance Books With Cheating Novels & Stories

He’d made sure of it. No contact. No mistakes. But he’d come back every night since he walked away. Just to make sure she was still breathing. Just to confirm that no one else had found her. Just to see her. It was pathetic. Nicholas Romanov didn’t do obsession. Didn’t do longing. But Chloe… she had crawled into his bloodstream, into the gaps between his loyalty and his rage, and made a home there. She haunted him worse than Isaac’s death. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. The way her lips trembled when she whispered Isaac. The way she didn’t plead. The way she looked so damn broken—and still didn’t blame him.

SCARLETT I slumped onto my bed, feeling like a damn cliché. It was him. All this while, it’s been him. Damien Hunter. My brother’s arch nemesis and the heir to the mafia throne. Not just any mafia, but my family's sworn rival. He was my stranger… has been my stranger all these while. The only person I have relived my wildest and dirtiest sexual fantasies with. Talk about a plot twist straight out of a trashy romance novel.

My hand trembled as I clutched a pregnancy test. Inside the room, Grayson Brooke's and his friend's voices carried, clear and damning. Grayson let out a heavy sigh, his tone laced with bitterness. "Even if Kayla never loves me back, I'd still give her everything I have. Everything."

"I remember! Their love was beautiful. They were so happy. I always imagined we'd be like that, too. This is the first time you've spoken to me in so long. Does that mean…" I cut her off. "They divorced a few years later. She cheated because she couldn't stand looking at his face anymore. See? The love you cling to ends the same way." When I first heard that follow-up, anger surged through me. I couldn't understand why sincere people were always the ones who got hurt. But after thinking it over, I realized something. It wasn't sincerity that was wrong. It was the person on the other side. I looked straight at Jenna, enunciating each word carefully.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweat mixing between us. For a moment, everything was quiet except our breathing. I was in shock. I just cheated on Ryan. With my trainer. In our house. But my body hummed with pleasure. I already wanted more. Craved his hands on me again. Marcus kissed me softly this time, then pulled back with a smirk. “We’re not stopping here.” He was still hard inside me. We started moving again, slower but building back up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, lost in the feeling.

The one he'd been giving me since the moment we met, the one that made me forget, for whole stretches of time, that I'd come here to plot revenge and not to feel wanted. Dillan had been unfaithful for ten years. One reckless night wouldn't make me anything I wasn't already entitled to. I moved closer. The booth was small, intimate, and I let myself lean into him without pretending it was an accident. His hands settled at my waist, not pulling me in, not pushing me away, just holding me there like he was leaving the choice entirely to me. I made it for him. I kissed him.

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Vivian smiled widely, glass glinting. Her flesh is torn on the floor, skinned hand, broken wing. Words choke her throat, words that bind. "But the child… yours—" He rages. "No. Never mine. Another's, perhaps. A servant. A thief. Whoever you've lain with while lying with me, trusting me to be faithful. But never me. Never." The name trembled under the curse. Cheater. Whore. Liar. The poison poured on the walls, no one shrieked but everyone listened.

Nicolai couldn't help but smile as he approached the chair where Alessia had obviously fallen asleep. The book that had dropped from her hands onto the thick carpet was facedown, its title Twisted Shifters – Four Twisted Romances. One Very Good Time. He picked it up and flipped through the pages, chuckling. Cursed Dildos and AI that came alive indeed. A faint blush dusted her cheeks from the warmth of the fire and he imagined her reading the steamy passages, lost in a world of make-believe lovers.

I had been completely played! Why? Why would she do this to me? Reflecting on our year of marriage, I had done everything I could to care for Donna, fearing that I'd ever let her down. Yet, she still chose to cheat on me with another guy! Or rather, two! My chest heaved with rage, and it felt like I was about to explode. "Shameless Donna!" I muttered under my breath, hailing a taxi to follow that car. As the scenery outside changed, my expression darkened even more.