Suspicious Partner Novels & Stories

I said, and the whole tension at the table seemed to shift. “What backup?” Mia asked almost immediately. I hesitated a bit, like the answer was sitting right in my throat. “We don’t know for now, but we know he wasn’t working alone,” I said, and silence returned to the table, but I didn’t let it last. “You know my husband.” I paused as I brought out my left hand and rubbed the ring on it, one I hadn’t worn in a while. “My husband suspects it must be his business partners.” I paused again, the pressure starting to lessen, but continued. “Or some obsessed stalker who obviously couldn’t have him and decided to take some devious means. But she failed, because guess what, he hasn’t let me out of

"What did you say?" "The truth. That we got married quickly, that it wasn't conventional, but that it had nothing to do with insider trading." He glanced at me. "They seemed skeptical." "Because of the timing." "Because everything about us looks suspicious to outsiders. The quick marriage, the business connection to Hartley, all of it." I felt a chill run down my spine. "Are they investigating me too?" "I don't know. Maybe." That night, as we tried to focus on wedding final details, my phone rang. Unknown number.

Physical intimacy observed. 2. Marco De Santos, 35, co-founder BDS Partnership. Net worth estimated $2.3B. Multiple dinner dates, drinks. Subject visited his penthouse residence three times. Physical intimacy confirmed. Assessment: Subject appears to be romantically involved with both men simultaneously. Both men are business partners currently negotiating investment deals with Queens Enterprises. I read it twice, then a third time and then I started laughing. It's not a happy sound. It's sharp, bitter, and edged with something that feels dangerously close to hysteria.

"This constant suspicion, this interrogation. I can't fucking breathe!" "You lied," he said simply, his eyes dark. "You broke my trust." "So you get to be suspicious and interrogate me when I made a mistake? We are partners Damian. We are supposed to talk things through." "Exactly! Partners don't hide things. They don't lie about where they are and who they're with." "I said I was sorry!" "Sorry doesn't fix it," he said, stepping closer. "I know I accepted your business contract with him. But, this isn’t just about you anymore, Bianca. You’re going to have to end your contract with him."

The street is dark, the wind is cold, and my phone buzzes in my hand. Preston's name appears on the screen. "What happened?" I ask. "Change of plans," he says. His voice is tight, careful. "The partner backed out." "Why?" "He got a call last night. Someone told him you were not trustworthy, that you had a history of deals going bad and partners getting burned." My grip tightens on the phone. "That is a lie." "I know. But he does not know you. And he is not willing to take the risk."

“A valuable lesson, Serena. Trust is always a careful calculation, especially in business. You have to vet your partners.” “Indeed,” she countered quickly, her eyes still fixed on mine. “And when one partner is discovered to have made shockingly poor choices—choices that involve hiding things, sneaking around, and pursuing frivolous, reckless desires—the other partner must act quickly to salvage the whole operation. You have to remove the rot before it contaminates the entire structure, wouldn't you agree?” I felt a sudden lightness in my head, a dizzying panic. I had to get away from her.

No matter what I said, he still seemed suspicious of me. I met his gaze directly, and he raised an eyebrow before saying, “Then how about this.” “Huh?” “Let’s be partners in the advanced mechanical engineering class.” “……What?” “You’re a homophobe, right? If you’re seen with someone who hates gays, the rumors about me being gay will disappear, and you’ll stop looking at me like that.” “……” I never expected him to openly declare he was using me like this. I blinked slowly, dumbfounded, and repeated, “You want to be partners… with me?”

“Spencer and Ms. Xander are only business partners. “I’ve made a note of every media outlet present today. Before midnight, you’ll all receive a legal notice from Greene Corp.” Spencer switched off the TV behind me. His brows furrowed, and his face darkened. After binding to the Perfect Partner System, I always treated his feelings as my priority. I stood up and looked at him nervously. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?” Three months ago, the same thing had happened. That time, I panicked. When reporters asked me about Spencer and Zoey spending the night together, my eyes welled up with tears.

He reached for his wine and took a drink. “He’s just paranoid, always been that way.” “They say when people are paranoid about you crossing them, it’s because they’ve already thought about crossing you.” “What are you saying?” “That people who are suspicious about their partners cheating are the ones already doing the cheating.” We’d just taken a turn down a seedy street, and I chose to let the silence defeat it. He took another drink of his wine. “It seemed like you were in a bad mood when I walked inside.” “I didn’t say anything.”

That meant when they moved publicly, it was usually because they had no better option left. I intended to shorten his options considerably. I reviewed transaction records, shell partnerships, dormant accounts suddenly active again. Nothing directly criminal. Not yet. But enough irregularity to build suspicion if needed. Leverage was rarely dramatic. Usually it was numbers. A second knock. “Come in.” This time it was one of the research leads. “Sir, the panel discussion at noon wants a behavioral specialist. They’re leaning sympathetic toward Florida.” “Then give them another specialist.” “They already selected one.”