Quebert Affair Novels & Stories

I turned my pen in my fingers and looked at my empty page. The highest form of betrayal. I had known that before I had sex with him, I had known it after, I had known it in the shower and in my bed and at my kitchen table this morning and I knew it sitting here now with Casey. So what did that make me? What exactly did it make Brielle Hayes….who knew something completely and did it anyway and was sitting here this morning considering doing it again?

“She blew it. If she tries again, it will look suspicious as hell.” “I’d say it looks suspicious as hell that the judge sent you here, and there was a murder attempt on you the same day,” Sebastian said, folding his arms judgmentally. “Can we go to the press with the will?” Connor asked. “I can leak it to a couple of reporters and let them run with it,” Bert said. “It might even buy us some leverage when the FBI’s results from the limo come in. But unfortunately, nothing’s going to come of it short-term.”

Thank you so much for reading through the book two of the Nanny affair, my apologies for the little mistakes, you might come across while reading, but trust me, we all make mistakes and we are all human. Now, the story takes a leap of six months, Salem Baltimore alas Andres Khan, brought a fifty percent shares of the company and all this while under the pretense of Lewis Chang, seen at the previous chapter, he takes the from of an interpreter between Elena and Andres Khan.

“You don’t remember me?” Yvette wanted to look closely at the woman in front of her, but the alcohol went to her head and did not allow it. She frowned. “Do I know you? Why should I remember you?” The woman smirked. “Ms. Quimbey, you stole my man away from me, yet you don’t remember me?” Yvette sneered. “Bullsh*t. When did I steal someone else’s man?” The woman stared at her and laughed. “You’re still so shameless and guiltless even as a third party. Ms. Quimbey, your character is really admirable!”

She laughed dryly. "You said it, I just heard it." Quinley leaned on the armrest of the sofa with an elegant posture, and said to Meredith, "I think I heard Maeve say that you had an affair with Yoel and had an illegitimate child. It was a girl. Meredith, what Maeve said isn't true, is it?" "Quinley! What do you mean!" Maeve said in a hurry. Quinley winked at her and whispered, "Don't you suspect that she is pretending to be crazy? I'm helping you."

"Don't touch me, you beast. My daughter isn't that kind of girl. You must have forced her." I had no way to defend myself. The only person who could clear this up was Jean. "Jean—tell your mother. Did I make a move on you, or did you take my pants off yourself?" She stood frozen, terrified by the scene unfolding in front of her. Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't get a single word out. I grabbed her shoulders and shook her gently. "Just say it." Jean finally spoke. "Max has a stick down there. And I was itchy, so I used his stick to scratch it."

She believed we had taken what was hers. Because of that, she was extremely jealous of me. Scott had originally had feelings for me. Natalie found out and made sure he chose her instead. Later, she went after Colin for the same reason. Anything that belonged to me, she wanted to take. When she said it, everything finally made sense. I had always wondered how she could even look twice at Colin, that weak man. I let out a quiet sigh, unsure what I was even supposed to say. At least now, I finally knew the truth. Looks like the affair backfired, hard.

I was given an explanation by Fannie. "Let's put it in your position: if you saw your fiance kissing someone else... Would you continue with your marriage?" It was Fannie's question that caused me to pause for a few seconds. Should I still go through with the wedding even though I caught my future husband kissing another woman? Of course not! That is an unfair advantage. To me, it makes perfect sense. "Shut you up?" Fannie asked. "If it were up to me, I wouldn't continue with the wedding..."

one of the reporters shouted and my eyes widened. I felt my face flush red, and I felt the eyes of the crowd on me. I took a deep breath, trying to stay composed, "That's not true," I said firmly, but I could feel a lump in my throat, "I am not having an affair, and I would never do anything to disrespect my company or my employees." But the reporters didn't stop there, they were relentless. "Are you saying the rumours are false?" Another one asked. "What does Mr Tom have to say about the rumours?"

Reporters swarm in, bombarding them with sharp questions. "Mr. Quirk, how did you find out about Ms. Wilson’s affair?" "Ms. Wilson, why did you cheat? Was it true love or revenge against Mr. Quirk?" "Ms. Wilson, is your relationship with the fitness trainer genuine or just mutual convenience?" "Mr. Quirk, are you angry about Ms. Wilson’s affair?" Bob and Wendy ignore the reporters. Their heads held low as they quickly got into their cars and left. … Sophia White was distressed.