Prove Them Wrong Novels & Stories

Blurb **She's promised to his brother... but branded by his touch. And now the past refuses to stay buried.** *** **SIENNA** I thought I buried that night. The night I gave myself to a stranger. Reckless and wild. No names. No rules. No future. Just heat. Desperation. A body that made me forget who I was supposed to be. Now I wear his brother's ring. Planning a future with the man I'm supposed to love. Then he walks into my engagement party and everything shatters. Landon Callahan. The black sheep. The rebel. The man who touched me before I knew his name. He acts like I never existed. Like that night was nothing. But I remember every breath. Every broken rule. Every moment I came alive. I should walk away. Should marry Noah and forget. But Landon has always been the fire I was never meant to touch twice. *** ** **LANDON** She was never supposed to be his. The night I had her, I didn't ask her name. Didn't want to know. I just knew I'd never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing she ever wanted. Then I walk into the engagement party I should have skipped. And see her standing beside my brother. Now I'm back in the world I swore I'd left behind. And she's the one thing I can't outrun. She wears his ring. Smiles like she hasn't been in my bed. Pretends I never made her come undone. But I remember. And so does she. One night should have been the end. Instead it was only the beginning. Because I don't let go of what's mine. Not even for my brother.

“You are not going to disrespect me! She is a commoner, and I’d rather die than let you be with her!” Isaac’s father was very loud and his tone was threatening. “Then you better drop dead right now, because I’m sick of being caged by the standards and rules that this family has set for me! I’m sick of being a robot built for the sole purpose of being the heir to the Ford fortune!” Isaac spat the words in his father’s face.

My boyfriend, Dallas Clarke, had a pick-me girl constantly hanging around him named Olivia Phillips. She knew perfectly well that I had diabetes and could not eat high-sugar foods. Yet, during our hiking trip, she still managed to trick me into eating a high-sugar energy bar, which caused my blood sugar to spike. When I pulled out my insulin pen to inject myself, I discovered with horror that my medication had been replaced with saline solution. Seeing me collapsed on the ground, dry heaving uncontrollably, Olivia smirked in disdain. "You are always so dramatic. It's just sugar, you don't need to act like you're dying. That's why I told Dallas to switch your meds, because you needed to toughen up and build some stamina." I looked toward Dallas, my breathing already becoming labored. "Dallas, give me my medication. If I don't inject insulin soon, I'm going to die..." Dallas frowned slightly. "Don't you think you're being a little overdramatic? I've never heard of anyone dying from a bit of sugar. Olivia's right... You're such an attention seeker. We barely get together as a group, and here you are causing a scene." My heart sank, and I called Dad immediately. "Dad, I'm getting bullied, and I might die! Are you going to do something about it or not?"

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.

At my wedding rehearsal, my fiancé's colleague, Haley Rhodes burst in and tore apart the carefully arranged decor. "Ryan promised he'd marry me!" she shrieked, storming closer, "Who do you think you are?" Without warning, she lunged, grabbing hold of the wedding gown, which was worth a fortune. But she only got so far—she was too heavyset to even squeeze it past her head. I let out a mocking laugh. "Don't tell me you're too big to fit even a plus-size wedding dress?" That really set her off. With grim determination, she forced herself into the gown. But as soon as she did, the delicate fabric tore, leaving absurdly stretched holes across her back and waist. "Too bad the dress is ruined now. But who cares?" she sneered triumphantly. "Ryan loves me. He’ll buy me another wedding gown, anyway." But when the actual wedding began, she got the shock of her life. The groom walking down the aisle wasn’t Ryan at all. It was their boss — Ryan and Haley's boss. Well, I never said this was my wedding.

When Aviannah woke up from an accident, she chose to pretend that she remembered nothing so she could stay with the young man who first made her heart beat. She was determined to introduce him to her father as the man she wished to marry someday. But what if she discovers something in the end? Would she still be fearless if the man she loves turns out to be her brother?

She agreed to marry the man she had been promised. She woke up beside the man she was never meant to choose. By the time she realizes the truth, it is already too late. The vows have been spoken. The documents signed. The marriage is legal, binding, and irreversible. The man she married is not gentle, nor apologetic. He does not explain himself. He does not beg for forgiveness. Instead, he watches her with calm authority and tells her what no one else will. This was never a mistake. Trapped in a marriage she never consented to, she is pulled into a world ruled by power, silence, and family secrets that refuse to stay buried. Every step she takes is measured. Every decision has consequences. And every attempt to escape only tightens the grip around her life. Between two brothers bound by rivalry, resentment, and unfinished history, she becomes the center of a war she never saw coming. One brother wants her back. The other refuses to let her go. What begins as fear slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Something that blurs the line between control and desire, resistance and surrender. In a marriage born of deception, the most dangerous question isn’t how she ended up here. It’s whether she will ever be able to leave… or if she will choose to stay.

The women in these stories do not apologize for their desires. They are not timid, and they are never the underdog. Fearless, intoxicating, and fully in control, they know exactly what they want and are unafraid to take it. From the sex worker chasing freedom, to the betrayed housewife rediscovering herself, to the dominatrix who thrives on power, and the daughter drawn toward dangerous temptation, these stories explore obsession, taboo, betrayal, and seduction. These women are addictive. Alluring. Impossible to resist. But be careful. Once they’ve taken what they came for, they may leave nothing behind but the memory of them.

Druscilla Hayes thought heartbreak had a limit. She was wrong. On the night of her bachelorette party, she survives a shootout — and is rescued by a dangerously irresistible stranger with mismatched eyes and a criminal smile. Ivanov Rodriguez is everything she shouldn’t want. Everything her perfect fiance is not. But when Druscilla discovers her fiancé’s betrayal, she runs straight into Ivanov’s arms — only to learn too late that she was never more than a pawn in his revenge. Years later, she’s rebuilt her life, her heart, and her future. Until fate drags her back into the orbit of the man who once ruined her. This time, she has nothing left to lose. Except the truth that could destroy them both ⚠️ WARNING: This book contains immorality, forbidden desire, dangerous attraction, and morally questionable characters. If you believe love should always be pure and choices should always be right… This story is not for you. Proceed only if you enjoy chaos, passion, and bad decisions.

A familiar hand reached out toward me. His hand. Jonathan’s. Maybe Nathaniel now. The man I had kissed. The man I had touched. The man who had just married my sister. “Oh God, what have I done?” **************************************** She left without a word. Ten years later, an invitation brings her back… To face the sister she abandoned… A secret that was never supposed to surface. And a man she should have never touched. When Celeste Marlowe receives an unexpected wedding invitation from the baby sister she walked away from a decade ago, she expects cold shoulders and buried resentment…not a fiery one-night stand with a stranger who makes her forget everything. But the truth comes crashing in. He’s not a stranger. He’s the groom. Her sister’s groom. Now, trapped between the sins of her past and a secret she can’t outrun, life hurls her into something far more dangerous than heartbreak, a tangled web of power, lies, and blood-soaked secrets. Because in Velmont City, nothing is ever just personal. And some families don’t forgive… They own.