One Direction Preferences He Cheats Novels & Stories

“You don’t do matches with anyone that has a history of cheating.” I nodded. “Have you ever heard of the saying, Once a cheater always a cheater?” “I know right!?” Bethany rhetorically shouted. A disappointed sigh soon followed, on the other side of the line. “I told Iris that, but she did not budge. She’s close to falling into depression, because of how much pain she feels when she sees him with another woman in the tabloids. I’m worried that she might do something crazy, that she’ll regret.”

Nathan added Stephanie suddenly laughed, “Hahahahaha….Fate!” “I’m screwed!” she smile widely “What?” “He is the guy from the club!” “Fuck no!” Nathan showed his disbelief “Yep!” “But, you are fine now! I mean, we know that Martin found out you had ONS, but it seems he doesn’t know it was him, right?” “Just pretend the two of you don’t know each other! Problem solved!” Nathan added “I had sex with him this morning!” Stephanie eyes continue look ahead

I was his first priority in everything. We claimed me in public after just one year. He told me that once he inherited the pack, he would mark me and make me his Luna. Two years ago, he finally took over. I was over the moon, already preparing for our ceremony. Then, Eira returned to the pack…and everything changed. He started choosing her, time and time again. He skipped dates, missed anniversaries, and postponed the marking ceremony… Eira used that one damned "life-saving grace" like a weapon, rampaging right through our relationship.

"You? Absolutely not. You're a menace. Too perverted. I don't trust you within a hundred feet of her." He raises both hands in mock surrender. "Wow. Me? Perverted?" "Aren't you currently dating an I*******m model while simultaneously screwing her celebrity best friend?" I raise a brow. He shrugs, completely unbothered. "It’s not cheating if it’s just an arrangement. She knows the game." Zane reaches for the phone on the coffee table, but I beat him to it, snatching it and casually taking it and placing it on the kitchen counter.

"It's already way past midnight! Why are you so late?" I was already exhausted from the sudden overtime work I had to put in. However, as soon as I sat down on the couch, he'd already started questioning me. Angrily, I snapped back, "You're the one who cheated, so why are you making such a huge fuss? You should be thankful that I'm even here in the first place!" As soon as he heard me call him a cheater, he froze for a split second. After recollecting his thoughts, he softened up and tried to justify himself. "I'm an award-winning A-list actor now, so you're not a good fit for me anymore."

I poured the cold coffee into the sink and made a new cup. "What else did he say?" I asked. The housekeeper hesitated. "He said he'd been played. He said if he had one more chance, he'd be good to you." I set the cup down. I didn't ask anything else. The last sounds my mother ever heard were Sophia's sobbing and Connor screaming at me. A chance. My mother had given him one. My father had given him one. I'd given him too many. He'd used them all.

“You are in a marriage and you have an adorable kid, that's what nice.” We both went silent for a while, both of us wondering what my reply to the questions she had asked meant for me now. Knowing the truth hadn't helped at all, if anything, it had made me very confused. More confused. “Hmmn, last question….” “I’m done answering.” “Just one more, who do you like more, Damon or Declan?” “Declan, obviously cause I knew him in the past.” The magical ball glowed red.

He also held another title, one only I knew: the man who’d been trying to make me his. I had turned him down. More than once. The moment our eyes met, he slowly, deliberately, rose to his feet. The tension in the room crackled. Even Marco took an involuntary step back. I took a deep, steadying breath, slid the heavy diamond ring off my finger, and walked directly toward Lorenzo. "Don Moretti." I stopped before him, my voice ringing with clarity for the entire hall to hear. "I find myself in need of a new fiancé. Are you interested?"

His voice, neither loud nor soft, echoed clearly in the underground parking lot, reaching Iris' ears. There was a pause in her steps. A smirk appeared on her face. How had she failed to recognize his despicable nature before? Leaving aside their recent divorce, how could he move on so quickly from Wendy? Wendy was willing to do anything to be his wife, even illegal things, yet he seemed unfazed by her sacrifices. He cheated on Iris with Wendy, then started another relationship right after Wendy went to prison.

William growled at me. I retorted mockingly, "I'm nowhere near as pathetic as you. Despite knowing that Marissa and I are about to get married, you shamelessly stick to her anyway. You didn't even mind having sex with her in the bathroom of a clubhouse. I feel ashamed on your behalf. Aren't you afraid you might catch some kind of disease from doing it in a public space?" William flew into a rage and punched me. Before I could retaliate, he dumped the steaming bowl of soup all over himself and screamed in pain.