Quebert Affair Novels & Stories

Rosie said, turning to her. Now all eyes were on her. She stiffened slightly. For a moment, she wished the ground would just open up and swallow her. She cleared her throat. “Ehm… I…” she started, then steadied herself. “I think Sarah’s right. They weren’t supposed to have an affair in the first place. It was selfish on their part.” She paused briefly. “The father not thinking about his son… and Jordan not thinking about her boyfriend’s feelings.” When she finished, she felt it.

I debated ignoring the call, but my duty as a Don forced me to answer. "Dmitri," I said, my voice clipped. "What do you want?" "Vasily," he said, his voice a low, silky drawl. "We have a problem. One of our men, Andrei, was caught with a rival mafia. He was giving them information about our operations. We have a rat."

Rodriguez smiled, which was more unusual still. "Elizabeth," she said. "Please. Sit." I sat. The chair was cold through my thin blouse. "We received an anonymous tip last night," Mr. Chen began. He was a careful man, precise in his speech, and I watched his mouth form each word with the fascination of the condemned. "Regarding your recent contract negotiations. Specifically, regarding an attempt to sabotage your work through external interference." I stopped breathing.

Despite the odds, our love led us to marriage, simply because Reese loved me enough. "That plain Lucy, aside from her looks, has nothing to offer Reese." "Reese, with your status, you should be marrying a corporate heiress!" Such doubts and whispers couldn't deter Reese and me from our commitment, until his childhood friend returned from studying abroad. When Reese's close friends started calling Erica his girlfriend, I realized their ambiguous relationship had spanned over a decade. "How could you marry someone else behind my back?" Erica had stormed into our wedding, pointing fingers and causing a scene.

"I understand your confusion, Ma'am and it's fine. We've been told to keep this confidential and I assure you that you can trust us on that." Beatrice frowned. "What do you mean?" "Your husband made the appointment and he made us promise to do an excellent job for you." "Who is that?" Beatrice asked impatiently, wondering who the hell was messing with her life. "Mr Debock Tucker!" "That bastard!!!" Beatrice had no idea when those words fell from her mouth. "Look, I know you are just doing your job but please, don't reach out to me again. I'm not getting married, I don't have a husband and most importantly, I don't know who the hell Debock is!"

If looks could kill, Veronica would be six feet under the ground by now. “In your case, I don’t believe you are capable of making good decisions. And I don’t want a child of mine to end up as a pathetic wife. For these reasons, I have carefully scouted and singled out a man of great nobility: Tristan Aguilar. You will go on a date with him, fall in love with him, and eventually, get married to him.”

"Overruled. Answer the question, Mr. Pratt." "No, I haven't." "My client tells me otherwise. Mr. Dubois states that you and his wife have an ongoing affair." The people in the bleachers started making noise, "Quiet! Quiet!" "That isn't true. I have never, nor will I ever, look, speak to, or touch Mrs. Dubois in that manner." "Mr. Pratt you are under oath. Don't lie to the court." "I would never jeopardize my work to have an affair with Mrs. Dubois."

But I could see from the gaps in my fingers that their faces were twisted into ugly and furious expression. “How dare you! You’re lying!” Tanya shrieked, frantically looking around at the crowd. “She’s lying! We never made her do any of that!” She slapped my hands away from my face, but I recoiled, pretending to cower in fear. A voice from the crowd cut through the tension. “Isn’t that Richard Moretti’s daughters?” An elderly woman murmured. “No,” her husband replied. “Those are his step-daughters from the woman he remarried,”

She wasn’t the only one wondering, as a maid with a furrowed brow asked, “What happened last night?” Lila held her breath. Pride kept her from asking, but she was curious. Too curious. “Alexander showed her how much of a man he is,” the giggling maid whispered, blushing as if she’d just revealed a scandalous secret. The girl gasped. “That was them? I heard those noises all night! I thought it was one of the security guards having some fun.” “Nope. It was the Harringtons,” the maid confirmed. Lila’s stomach twisted. They couldn’t possibly mean—

Wiil turned around, he could bare yo see her crying, this decision took him weeks to decide on, he could allow his emotion for a younger girl ruin everything He remembered the discussion he had with Cassandra’s aunt the other night ***Flash back ** “ isn't that Will, what a pleasant surprise to see you tonight!!” “ same here, aunt layla” “ I was hoping to speak with you for a meeting ?” Will knew this was trouble for him but he still had to listen to her, “ I heard you are having an affair with a younger lady, old enough to be your daughter, I believe it all a rumor though, but I still feel you need to be extra careful “ ****End of flash back ***