The Wrong Mr Right Novels & Stories

"Because I'm not going to let her win. I'm not going to let any of them win." "Right." I laugh, but there's no humor in it. "Elena made a mistake today. A big one."

"Mr. Carrington is really awful… You're already struggling to hold things together at the company, yet he's still trying to make things worse for you." I took a sip of water and said nothing. Ellis stepped aside and said, "Ms. Carrington, Mr. Yeager just called. He wants to have lunch with you." "Cancel it." … Perhaps out of his dissatisfaction with the position I arranged for him, Sean spent five million dollars in just a few days. Karl Yeager told me that Sean had custom-ordered a five-carat diamond ring at his store. The next day, Isobel and Sean came to me. Carefully supporting Isobel, Sean announced, "Sasha, we're getting married."

My phone vibrates nonstop headlines multiplying by the minute. “Damian Cole Declares Love on Live TV.” “Not a Scandal, a Stand: The Wrong Man Defends the Right Woman.” I slump against the seat, heart racing. “You just declared war on half of New York’s media.” He starts the car, calm as ever. “Good. Maybe they’ll finally learn I fight to win.” I let out a shaky laugh. “You’re insane.” “Only about you.” That silences me. Outside, flashes explode as we pull away from the curb. He doesn’t flinch. I don’t either.

You’re ready to be hunted like prey? Mr Wrong: Because once I find you… there’s no going back. You said you wanted this. LATER Mr Wrong: Where the fuck are you? Mr Wrong: Don't cry when I punish you for making me wait. THURSDAY Mr Wrong: I swear to God, when I get my hands on you, I’ll make you regret playing these games with me. FRIDAY Mr Wrong: If this is your idea of foreplay, baby, you’re about to see just how dark I can get.

The waiter around thirty five grinned slightly at the butler who was currently staring at her earnestly. "Actually one week ago I made a mistake." "What mistake?" urged the butler with a serious face. Her forehead, which was filled with wrinkles, seemed to wrinkle deeply as she waited for one of her woman to make a confession. Really she didn't know that Angela had just made a mistake. "I dropped the late Mrs Sarah's picture frame in Mr Elvis's den while cleaning his room one week ago." "Then?" Magda urged impatiently. All the servants who were there were just as impatient as Magda. For them the mistake that Angela had made was a fatal mistake because all this time Elvis was known as a fierc

Jason may not be single anymore but at least he will soon grace our screens in the upcoming movie: The Wrong Cinderella. I sighed and scrolled down, skipping details about the movie. I found a picture of him and his gorgeous fiance. I laughed bitterly: she looked just as rich as him and it didn't help that she looked like a model. It was obvious that Jason loved her from the way he was looking at her. I was so angry that I nearly threw the phone out of the window. Then, a red link caught my eye. Who is Jason Hart? Wow, look at that: I guess the internet has at least one answer to my questions.

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

"Finley, I was wrong. Please don't be angry with me anymore. Lewis deceived me. Everything that came out of his mouth was a lie. He ruined all of us." Standing behind my parents, I acted as though I hadn't heard a word. My mother shook her head. "Mr. Moore, when your family wanted to cancel the engagement, we agreed. Now you want to restore it, and we don't. "Don't come back again. Stop wasting my son's time. He'll be attending Northbridge or Blackwell soon." The smile finally disappeared from Mr. Moore's face. After several seconds of silence, he shot Cerys a glare and turned to leave.

His throat was tight. He said: "She wouldn't do that. Sloane wouldn't—" She said: "You don't know what she would do. You never did. You spent three years thinking you knew her and you were wrong about the most basic things." Her voice didn't change. Still even. Still calm. "You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option."

Everything was becoming more confusing. The realization did not frighten Marilyn. It only made her sad for how badly Sarah was about to fall. “Sarah,” Marilyn said quietly, “you’re wrong. And I am asking you to stop before it's too late.” Sarah’s face hardened. “No, Marilyn. You are the one who is wrong.” Joey pointed at the necklace. “If Mr. Stewart bought it for his fiancée, then why are you wearing it?” “Because he gave it to me,” Marilyn replied.