Prove Wrong Synonym Novels & Stories

My mate-to-be, Ethan, said he had some urgent work come up right before our planned full moon trip. He bailed. I was missing him like crazy, so I immediately drove for over ten hours to his city. I hadn’t told Ethan I was coming. There I was, flowers in hand, standing outside his mansion, ready to give my destined mate a sweet surprise. But then I caught the mixed scent of Ethan and another female werewolf. The scent was sickeningly familiar. Amber Collins. Ethan’s ex-mate. I fought back the burn in my nose, my eyes already red, and pushed the door open. And what did I see? Them, sharing a glass of red wine, cuddled up, practically on top of each other. When Ethan finally noticed me, he jerked his arm away from Amber, walked stiffly over, his voice laced with panic. "Scarlett, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

It was just another morning commute—until he happened. Across the train aisle sat a man who looked like he’d stepped out of a high-end magazine and straight into a power struggle. His voice sliced through the air, sharp and commanding, as he chewed someone out over the phone like he ran the damn universe. Arrogant. Entitled. Dressed like a Wall Street god. Correction: he looked like a god. That’s where the charm ended—or so I thought. When the train screeched to a stop, he stood up in a hurry, stormed off… and left his phone behind. Did I pick it up? Yep. Did I snoop? Absolutely. Photos, contacts, a few mysterious texts—I couldn’t help myself. Did I keep it longer than I should’ve, building stories in my head about the man behind the voice? Yeah… I did that too. When I finally gathered enough nerve to return it, I marched into the glass-and-steel fortress he called an office. He wouldn’t even come out to meet me. So I dropped his phone on the desk outside his office door. And maybe—I left a photo on it first. Not exactly the professional kind. What I didn’t expect? A message. From him. What followed were late-night texts that burned hotter than anything I’d ever known. Words became whispers. Whispers turned into fantasies. I was falling—for someone I hadn’t even really met. He and I? Total opposites. Fire and ice. Chaos and control. But when we finally came face to face, it wasn’t just sparks. It was an inferno. What happened next? Let’s just say… falling for him was the easy part. Surviving what came after? That’s where the real story began.

My name is Emma. At 31, I am doing well for myself. I’ve got a great job. Or at least a well paid job, my boss loves me, and my girlfriends think I’m great. More important than anyone's opinion is that of my housemate, and best friend in the world, Scott. Scott thinks the world of me and always tells me to be myself. So why do I feel the need to lie outrageously on dates? From rock-climbing to Muay Thai: when it comes to prospective boyfriends, I am compelled to embellish my C.V. with unlikely porkies that alwaysbackfire - with hilarious results. I have Craig to blame for that - he really shattered my sense of self-confidence and self-worth. But then I turn the spotlight on Scott, and he wishes he'd never brought it up. With a penchant for checked shirts and Harry Potter-style specs, I decide he needs a makeover and to experience the abysmal dating world. My friendship with Scott began in the most unconventional way. His past life had made him homeless and isolated, but he saved me. And now we are inseparable. My dating disasters began when my relationship with he-who-must-not-be-named ended. Waking up with a pounding head, a dry mouth, aching limbs and a random arm draped over my waist, I struggle to get up and then stumble to the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes and stare at the hungover, half dead panda eyed loser staring back at me. What started out as a lighthearted challenge with Scott, became something more. We were prepared. But nothing could prepare us for the surprise results! Before long, I realise that our lives will never be the same again.

Jasmine has been best friends with Hunter Carrington since she could crawl; she has always been there for him at every point in his life. She has also had a crush on him since junior high. Hunter never saw her as more than a best friend, and Jasmine had to live with the crushing unrequited love. Jasmine’s world stopped when he announced his engagement to her cunning and manipulative half sister, Lily. She never knew they were together, and it hurts even more that she had to plan their wedding while going through the worst heartbreak. Things take a wild turn when Lily abandons Hunter and leaves their engagement ring at his doorstep. Both of their worlds were shaken and overturned. The stakes were even higher, and the wedding had to happen. It would merge the Carringtons and the Blackwoods Hospitality business, and Jasmine is at the centre of it all. She is forced to marry a man she once loved but hates now.

After two years of being trapped in a loveless marriage, Celine thought she had nothing left to lose until a video surfaces and then shatters everything. She had been forced into marriage for power and image , She never asked for love but she had hoped for respect or at the the very least loyalty. But what she got was silence, distance and betrayal on a screen. Devastated, Celine walks away from Rowan Sinclair, the husband who never touched her heart, nor her body, only to return as a different Person. Now, Rowan wants her back, but love built on deception doesn't come easy, especially when the biggest lie of all is about to be exposed. What happens when the truth behind their separation comes out to light? Will Rowan be able to win her back? Will he be able to prove to Celine his true feelings despite the numerous oppositions thrown at them?

“If your offer is still on the table, let’s get married.” The words felt hard enough, and I watched as Zane Della-Ross eased into a smirk. Of course, he would smirk, I was asking him to marry me. Sloane Reed walks away from her wedding after finding out that her betrothed partner of fourteen years has been nothing but a cheat. But with her father’s last testimony suddenly having a loophole by the breakage of her engagement, Sloane must marry before the clock hits 12 midnight before her 25th birthday. With four days and no other option left, she does anything a desperate heiress would do, she gets into a contract marriage. Not with a random stranger but with the one man she’s avoided for the last ten years of her life. With the eldest son of the Della-Ross family. Zane Della-Ross. It’s just a contract, a means to secure her wealth. But what Sloane never knows is that Zanek Della-Ross never needed a reason to want her. l When power dynamics and desire collide, will Zane and Sloane be able to stick to what this is? A contract?

Isabel Blackwell was never a wife. She was a sacrifice. Isabel endured three years of a marriage built on cruelty and betrayal. Her husband loved another woman, her own twin sister, and his family made sure she never forgot her place. The night she collapses from exhaustion, abandoned by the man who vowed to protect her, Isabel is rescued by the last person she ever expected. Desmond Blackwell. Her husband’s cold, dangerous older brother. He was never meant to be her savior. She was never meant to fall into his arms. But when the family that broke her throws her away, Isabel must decide. Will she return to the life that destroyed her, or trust the man the world fears most?

Andrea has always being her twin's shadow. The quiet, obedient daughter cast aside for being less than perfect Aria, the ruthless perfectionist is engaged to the dangerously powerful Mafia King, Alexander Hawthorne. But perfection slips When Aria’s betrayal destroys Alexander’s only lead to his missing parents, he doesn’t want revenge, he wants ruin. He wants to do something to her that will redefine the word sadistic. Terrified of the monster she’s let loose, Aria forces Andrea into a deadly swap, using a secret from their past to blackmail her. On their wedding day Andrea is publicly humiliated when someone finds Alexander being intimate with the daughter of an ambassador. The guests mock and ridicule her for not being able to keep her man. Even though her marriage was a lie she still felt humiliated. Andrea arrives at the Hawthorne estate expecting tedious chores and slandering. Instead, she becomes a prisoner in rough sheets and locked doors. Alexander doesn’t see innocence. He sees betrayal. He plans to make her pay for every lie, every secret, including a horrific crime against his cook’s daughter. But Andrea isn’t Aria. She tries hard not to slip or act out of character. But Aria wasn't just a spoilt brat, she had gotten on nerves of many evil people and they want a pound of her flesh. As Aria's enemies close in on Andrea and the truth threatens to explode, Alexander has to protect the woman he had wanted to badly hurt. Andrea has to make a choice. Tell Alexander she's not who he thinks she is or let the secret she's kept for years get exposed and face the wrath of her parents and the law.

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had. After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good. Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint. A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me. Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow. "What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?" He stepped further inside. "Does paint smell better than blood?" I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away." "Old Fox didn't approve of it." "That's not my concern." Black Viper crossed the room and tapped the old photograph on the wall. "Are you certain?" I did not want to look. I told myself not to. However, my gaze shifted anyway. A young boy stared back from the photo. "The blind kid?" I had spent ten years searching for him. "Where is he?" I moved toward the wall, reaching to rip the picture down. "One last job," Black Viper said, pressing his palm against the photo. My hand stopped in midair. "What's the target?" "The final lot at next month's auction that the Gilbert Group will be holding. "It's called Mermaid's Tear."

There are two dogs who will forever revolve around Leonardo Zeller. The first one is his pet dog. The second one is me, his devoted lapdog. But I've successfully risen to the ranks as his fiancee. On the day before our wedding, Leonardo gets into an accident from car racing for the sake of his first love, Renee White. I rush over to the hospital immediately, but I don't see the scar that's supposed to adorn his chest. My complexion goes insanely pale out of panic. "Where did the scar from his heart surgery go?" "Hey! Don't you dare jinx my son! Since when did he go through such a cursed surgery?" Suddenly, I realize that I've gotten the wrong person this whole time for three years. On the day Leonardo gets discharged, he tells me that he regrets proposing to me and that he wants to call off the wedding just to be with Renee. Everyone wants to see me break down and humiliate myself by showing my hysterical side. But I merely reply, "Okay." What they don't know is that I've never loved Leonardo before. After all, the man I love is already dead a few years ago.