Novel & Cerita The Third Wheel Strikes Back

After catching my husband, Jaxson Larkin, cheating on me for the third time, I end up developing aphasia. Out of guilt, Jaxson spends a month teaching me to communicate using "One" and "Two". "One" means yes, and "Two" means no. No matter what Jaxson says to me, as long as it involves Sasha Fuller, I only answer with "One". When he says Sasha is in poor health and wants to borrow the amulet that my mother left behind to bring me blessings, I answer "One" without hesitation. When he says he wants to postpone our wedding anniversary to celebrate Sasha's birthday, I reply with "One". Even when he brings a pregnant Sasha into our home, I still answer with "One". I even thoughtfully pack

Natasha got bored with thinking of it and placed the money in the machine. Every time she pressed the button and the wheels spun a little excitement coursed itsway through her. The money was almost finished and it saddened Natasha that her chance had gone. There was a last spin left and She was almost at the point of bursting into prayer. Pressing the button Natasha held her breath as one wheel stopped, the second one the same, the third one…the odd one out. Natasha stared at the traitor of a third wheel. “No wonder they call something unwanted a third wheel.” Natasha said to whoever was

He was lying to me and it racked my skin with irritation. “Strike two.” I held up two fingers, placing my blunt into my mouth with my free hand. “Do you know what strike three means?” Emiliano shook his head, and I held out my blunt, lowering it onto his hand. With force, I pressed it against the back of his palm, grounding it against his skin. Emiliano rasped, squeezing his eyes shut and vibrating in pain. “Strike three means I wouldn’t aim for the wood next time,” I said in a tone that cut like steel as my eyes locked on his with warning.

My reflection stared back faintly from the glass window nearby. I’ve been cornered. And I hated it. Doris folded her arms. “Okay, now I’m definitely concerned. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Maybe I had. Because the boy I once knew should have stayed buried in the past where I left him. Yet somehow, he'd walked back into my life—calling himself Adrian Vale. I returned with three cups of coffee, carefully balancing them as I handed each one out without a word. The moment they were taken, I turned on my heel and headed back toward my office, eager to escape the heavy atmosphere of the room.

“Then let’s promise—no more losers. Only hot guys with black cards.” Kya burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the empty diner. “Deal.” ** The drive back from The Diamond Square was quiet, but Kya’s mind was anything but. The image of Maya’s pale face when the manager confirmed the black card was hers replayed over and over, a small victory that warmed her chest. For the first time in years, she had not been the humiliated one. She had been the woman with power.

Throwing two stones in different directions at the same time did the trick. The men were quickened by the disturbing noise. "Who's there?" The first person spoke with his husky, rough voice. After a brief moment of silence, he dispatched his men with the movement of his fingers. Nathan tracked the one he deemed the weakest and with a lightening punch out of nowhere, the guard rogue fell unconscious.

She then turned to Jared and asked, "What should we do about this, Jared? I just wanted to enjoy a quiet night drinking with my friends, yet your girlfriend made a scene in front of everyone by accusing me of impersonating the daughter of the Spencer family. "The Spencers have always kept a low profile, so I kept quiet. I even had her escorted away in a nice car. But she's now accusing me of running her over with my car! She's trying to ruin the Spencers' reputation—how exactly do you want to handle that?" Cindy's words were far from the truth—distorted and completely twisted. Yet, Jared's face paled. He immediately grabbed me by the collar and yanked me down from the wheelchair. He then kic

Before she could catch her breath, Tiana lunged at her and strangled her neck. "You damned old hag!" she shrieked. "How dare you put the house up as collateral? This house was supposed to be my son's!" I floated midair, watching their chaos unfurl like a spectator at play. In fact, I had already discovered Dorothy's gambling habit three years ago. But before I could tell Andrew, he dragged me off to the countryside. Now, it all made sense. Three years ago, Dorothy had lied that she saw Stella push Tiana down the stairs because she'd been afraid that I'd expose her gambling addiction. She acted first, using the lie to drive me and Stella away.

A cartoon villain? This guy was getting on my last nerve. “Which one are you?” I sneered. “The Gumslinger? Sheriff Tightass? Tell me, what does Diamond call you when she wants you to come beg at her feet like a dog?” His eyes narrowed. “Listen, Gumby,” I snorted, “Tell your boss my legal team is coming for her.” Done speaking with me, the White Hat ignores my last statement. Slapping the top of the car, he signals for the driver to get going as he hops into the back seat.

She seduced Troy, got pregnant with his child, then orchestrated a chance encounter with Dorian, staging the perfect setup to marry upward while carrying someone else’s baby. The child was nothing more than a ticking bomb, meant to destroy both the Vantors and my life. As for Troy? He simply watched from the sidelines, then took advantage of the chaos to launch a hostile takeover of the Vantor Group. She thought she was in control, but she was nothing more than a disposable piece on someone else’s board. In court, when she heard his testimony, Summer completely lost it, screaming like a madwoman, cursing everyone who had betrayed her.