The Third Wheel Strikes Back Novels & Stories

She gritted her teeth as she glared at me and shouted, "Isabelle is truly shameless, Mr. Smith! She's copying from my paper again!" Mr. Smith's expression fell. He picked up our papers and compared them. I cast a sideways glance at Marianne, confident that her scheme would fail this time. After all, my answers were completely nonsensical. Mr. Smith slammed the papers onto my desk in a fit of rage. "Isabelle!" A sense of foreboding crept into me, and I swiftly grabbed the two papers. Even my nonsensical answers were identical to what was on Marianne's paper, word for word.

“We want to have a little chat first.” My heart rate picks up. “About what?” “About your… place,” the third woman says, her eyes flashing. “Or rather, your lack of one.” They begin to circle me, like wolves stalking prey. Which, I suppose, is exactly what they are. “That dress is wasted on you,” the tall one says, reaching out to finger the silk of my sleeve. Her nail catches on the fabric, and with a quick motion, she tears a small hole. “Oops.”

She walks over to the window and looks down at the street below. “I am not saying do nothing. I am saying do not make it worse. If we lash out, we look guilty. If we stay quiet, people assume we are hiding something. It is a trap, Sofia. And she set it perfectly.” He sighs, a sharp, frustrated sound over the line.

On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife. "Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy." This was the third time it happened. Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode. Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly. I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead." He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you." Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around. Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.

"On three." "One." The iron groaned, a deep, agonizing sound of a century of debt finally being called in. "Two." I felt her fingers dig into the back of my hands, her stubborn strength feeding directly into mine through the link. "Three!" The wheel finally gave way with a deafening, metallic clank that vibrated through the floor.

“I have earned you. I am not going to spare you.” He continued to challenge me, “You think you deserve our Clan's respect after tricking out Alpha's daughter into running away with you?” Quill shook his head. “And you claim to be her mate.” I got angrier and angrier at every word Quill hurled at me. “You want to fight do not you Quill?” I growled. “let us finally do this and put at end to this challenge.” “Yes,” Quill said, nodding. “Why do not we fight and decide who the third wheel is? Once and for all.”

He reproached Lisa for her forgetfulness. "Do you know that product recall would snowball into a crisis and let the company suffer financial losses? Why did I see it earlier?......" He directed a torrent of abuse at Lisa, nothing concentrated the mind better than the knowledge that you were wronged. Charles was quick to reproach anyone who didn't live up to his own high standards, and he had a terrible temper. However, Lisa was the one who met his standard for he never scolded her until today, he did it on purpose in front of Raymond and Kevin.

He carried Gina past me without a moment's hesitation. I stood alone in the corridor, leaning against the wall and watching their retreating figures as tears streamed down my face. My back throbbed with pain, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. I wiped away my tears and smiled bitterly at myself. I had come to the hospital today to confirm my pregnancy and tell Sebastian the news, but I did not want to say anything anymore. This was his third betrayal, and it would be his last. I did not want to hear his explanations anymore, and I did not want to forgive him again.

Jenny's gaze kept shifting. First, confusion, then hatred. In the end, all that was left was regret. She gritted her teeth. Her roommates panicked. "Jenny, did you or did you not steal Eve's products? Tell the truth!" "Yes, at this point, what is more important than our beautiful faces?" Jenny finally lost it and slumped onto a chair. Tears fell. This time, it was genuine remorse. "I-It was me! I was the one who stole it!"

I could drop dead any second. All I cared about was my dad's broken ring. I scooped up the black shards and tucked them into a velvet box. Didn't matter how I tried to fix it—some things just don't go back. *** Three months into treatment, Lorenzo still found me. Guess Elisa caved. Lorenzo looked wrecked—scruffy, red-eyed, all that cold mafia polish worn down to something raw. "Chiara..." he croaked from the doorway. I stayed leaning on the headboard, voice barely there. "The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?"