Romance Novel Hero Cheats With Best Friends Novels & Stories

"You've been through something terrible and you're trying to make sense of it by creating patterns where there aren't any, by turning normal conversations into conspiracies." "But—" "I love you," she said and squeezed my hands. "You're my best friend and it's killing me to watch you torture yourself like this, to see you spiraling into this dark place where you can't trust anyone or anything." Tears started running down my face because what if she was right, what if I really was losing my mind, what if grief had broken me so completely that I couldn't tell what was real anymore. "I don't know what's real," I whispered.

And I got shocked knowing that I was also hated being the friend of the most elegant and good-looking guy in our college. And I don't give that a shit !! I could behave whatever I like with him. I could throw all my tantrums on him, I could tease him, make him pay for anything, even I throw him out of my house whenever I am angry at something. Yet he never complains. He was really the best person in my life. He makes my life sometimes easy and sometimes tough. I was already keeping my distance from people and he was fueling it. And by his grace, I might become a sociopath one day. According to my bestie, all boys are blockheads and all those big-mouthed girls are trash.

“I know right. He said he cheated because i left him for three days and he was horny and-“ “Bullshit.” “I was so speechless, i feel so stupid. Do i really deserve a cheating man?” My best friend sat beside me and massaged my back. “You deserce a man that would worship the road you work on, my love. Leave that pussy man.” “I really want to.” “You are going to.” She pulled me into a toght side hug and kissed my forehead. “You will be fine, Rose. You are a fighter.” “Thank you and sorry i came into your house unannounced. I came by from work and just thought that this was the best option.”

She urged, and my breath hitched. I stuttered, struggling to find the right words. “He is a jerk,” I growled. Beatrice stared at me, puzzled. “That’s harsh” She said. “Not harsh enough to repay what he did to me,” I snapped. “He might have been an Alpha, but he was my best friend. We had this chemistry that made me the enemy of all the other ladies in the pack. When I discovered he was my mate, I was overwhelmed and didn’t think twice before letting him into my heart. He was sweet, and I thought he loved me. But then he cheated on me with my sister and rejected me in front of the pack after I forgave him,” I said, gritting my teeth.

How could I face the man who had passionately made love to me last night, who happened to be my best friend? I recalled how he had come to my rescue at a college party, saving me from bullies when I was just a freshman. He was my knight in shining armor then, and last night he had saved me once again. But this time, it was different. Now, who would save me from falling in love with him?

I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel. Not only had this guy hidden his identity as a wealthy heir because he liked the poor heroine, but he had also willingly let her use his money to play the rich girl while chasing the college heartthrob, Matt Calloway. Back when I was the hero of the power-fantasy story, brainless plots were one thing. But did trashy romance novels not require logic either? As I trashed the plot in my mind, a crisp female voice cut through my thoughts. "Jacob?"

But then it happened. A subtle touch. Not intentional—or maybe it was. I don’t know. He leaned closer to point at a number on the sheet. His hand brushed mine. Just a second. Barely noticeable. But my chest caught fire, my pulse sky-rocketed, and I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff. I wanted to pull away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. “You missed a zero here,” he said softly, his voice lower than before. “Double-check it.”

Hated myself for being so stupid, so naive, so willing to read meaning into every touch and glance. He'd never promised me anything. We'd just had sex…great sex, mind-blowing sex that had made me feel things I'd never felt before, but that's all it was. Physical release, stress relief, a way to pass the time while we hunted Michael. But I'd gone and done it again, hadn't I? Fallen for another man who saw me as nothing more than a means to an end. First Michael, who'd used me for my money and connections while planning to run off with my best friend. Now Tony, who was using me as bait while planning to discard me the moment I'd outlived my usefulness.

"Charlie promised you the world. He said he’d love you, spoil you, and protect you. Now he’s bullying you with another woman? He won’t get away with this." Pain twisted in my chest. My face turned pale, but I couldn’t bring myself to say a word. I was an orphan. Charlie had been my whole world for five years. At twenty-three, I chose him. He promised we’d be together forever; only death would part us. At twenty-five, he stayed by my side for eight hours outside the operating room, waiting for me to be out of danger. At twenty-eight, he held up a diamond ring and declared publicly that I was the most important person in his life—irreplaceable.

Can't believe how he can still be friends with someone like Alex? “I cheated on Arini with her best friend.” “Idiot!” Alex laughed out loud. How could Reyhan do such a stupid thing. cheating on another woman might be easy for people who are already partnered. But not with his best friend, right? It's like there are no other women. In a nightclub, Reyhan can get the kind of model woman he wants. Or in other entertainment venues, it's not difficult for a Reyhan. But why is it with his girlfriend's best friend? Is this Reyhan out of stock? The moron is really square.