Novel & Cerita My Last Mistake

I look back at the screen one final time, then push it slightly away. “They made one mistake…” I say quietly. “They let me see enough.”

She had been looking after him. His mother hesitated before asking, "Did the two of you have an argument?" Adrian looked out across the glittering skyline. "No." That wasn't the truth. The truth was far worse. He had slowly broken her heart one careless moment at a time. "I made a mistake." His mother was quiet for several seconds. Then she spoke softly. "The biggest mistakes are often the ones we don't realize we're making." Before ending the call, she said one final thing. "If you ever see Evelyn again..."

Angeli was Hubert's best friend, and I had to get along with her for Hubert’s sake. “I can’t do anything about it now. It’s already happened,” I whispered. “Your family really did you wrong. Imagine, they kicked you out without considering that it’s not all your fault.” “It’s still my fault. I could have said no, walked away, not gone through with the one-night stand, but what did I do?” I really regret not fighting the temptation. I’m not drugged or drunk. I’m sober, yet I made a massive mistake. “Why though? Was the escort that good-looking that you couldn’t say no?” I sighed. That’s not the case.

they replied in unison, their voices echoing in the small room, a moment they would both remember for different reasons. “Do you, Dylan Blackwood, take Emily Green to be your lawfully wedded wife?” the clerk began, her monotone voice nearly drowning out the weight of the moment. "Dylan?" Emily echoed in confusion, glancing nervously at him. "Daryl," he feigned correction, a disarming smile plastered on his face. “The clerk must have made a mistake in reading my handwriting,” he lied with practiced ease.

I have been the perfect wife to Marcus Blackwood, the powerful CEO of a billion-dollar empire, for five years. What I never knew was that the woman living under my roof as his "cousin" was his secret lover — and together, they had been quietly accelerating the brain cancer already killing me. But I woke up this time with something I never had before. Memories. Of my last life.. Now I’ve got three weeks left to live. So what does a dying woman with nothing left to lose do with a billionaire's darkest secrets? She burns it all down..

“You look great,” “Thanks,” I said. “Listen, I’m not sure what happened last night, but I need you to know that I’m not into men and last night was a terrible mistake. I was drunk and I did…stuff. I hope you don’t take this in a bad way,” I said.

Michael wished he could say he wasn't thinking. Or that it had been his wolf dictating his actions and moving his body towards Killian’s. But he couldn’t. It was him and he had done it with the clear mind he was making a mistake. Maybe the biggest one he’d made so far. Or ever. Well, at least it was going to be his last. Because the mistakes we made with the clear mind they were a mistake were the most dangerous ones. He still did it.

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

he said. “Expensive mistake,” I corrected. “No offense. You have good finishing.” “Do you always review your mistakes like that?” “Only the ones with egos large enough to require a rating.” He laughed under his breath. The sound got under my skin before I could shut the door. Damn him. Five years, one child, one company, and several thousand invoices later, and my body was still too quick to remember things that had no business going into a spreadsheet. “Funny,” he said. “I don’t remember that night as a mistake.”

“I think you know exactly what I’m saying. You’re just trying to be tough instead of admitting it.” I roll my eyes one more time. “You’re being delusional, Caden. Get over yourself. Last night was a mistake—one that I immensely regret—and the sooner you get that in your head, the better it will be for all of us.” “You don’t mean that.” This time, I manage to push him off me and dust my hands, as if touching him made all kinds of dirt stick to my hands and body. “I mean every single word of it. And if that was a little hard for you to understand, let me repeat it for you: last night was a mistake. My second big mistake, in fact. And let me assure you, with everything I have, it won’t happen a