The Wrong Mr Right Novels & Stories

No need to let outsiders laugh at us. I let out a cold laugh. So now it was my fault? Fine. If that was how they wanted it, I wouldn’t bother sparing them any dignity. "Mrs. Morgan," I said, turning to the school’s head, who had been standing off to the side, barely daring to breathe. "Play the video I sent you last night. Let everyone here see exactly what kind of 'good father' Scott Shaw really is."

I waited for a few seconds, striking one of my fingers on the table. “Okay, let's pay attention. Before we could successfully win this fight, there's a need for me to first equip myself properly. We all know when my first wife left, we experienced almost similar issues; my father, Mr. Robinson, who is now late, pressured me. I had to rush and engage myself in contract marriage. In order to protect the reputation and the integrity of this great company.” “So the best way to fight and win is for me to go and cancel the contract marriage immediately and marry my wife Sofia properly. This way, when attacking Alfred back, we will be doing so with evidence.”

“We were good together. You know that. Whatever happened…” “Whatever happened?” I laughed, sharp and bitter. “You mean you cheating on me with someone I thought was your cousin m?” For a flicker of a second, his smile faltered, but then it was back, stronger, as if my anger was a hurdle he could leap over. “I made a mistake. I was stupid. And I’ve regretted it every day since. But you… you’re different with him.” I feigned ignorance. “With who?” “Adrian.” He said the name like venom, but dressed it in silk. “You think I didn’t see the news, the pictures, the way he parades you around the city?”

I'm going to kill you, you b*tch! The scene completely descended into chaos. The two women rolled across the ground fighting each other. Hair was torn out, clothes were ripped apart, and screams filled the air. After Diana exhausted herself, she climbed off Mia, panting heavily. The makeup on her carefully maintained face was ruined, and her hair was in complete disarray. She suddenly threw herself at my feet and clung to my leg. "Celeste, I was wrong to accuse you! Please don't call off the engagement! The Alvarez family can't lose you, and it certainly can't lose the McKenna family!"

And this time, he won’t come back. Reid’s entire body went still. He stared at the message, his mind blank. It was a prank. Had to be. He almost tossed the phone. But his hand… didn’t move. His throat tightened. A dry laugh pushed through his chest, bitter and hollow. “Jesus,” he whispered to himself. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” But his thumb hovered over the screen. Because somewhere inside him, a voice he didn’t recognize, low, twisted, and desperate, whispered back:

He handed me one, smiling. "What are you thinking about, Dr. Hale-Calloway?" he asked, noticing the faraway look on my face. "You know, when I first saw your brother, I thought I had finally found the man from that night," I admitted, smiling at the memory. Cole laughed. "And then you discovered you had the wrong Mr. Calloway." "I did," I said, taking his hand. "How did that feel?" he asked. "Making such a big mistake on day one?"

Jaime Barthes was the only son of the wealthiest family in Hartow City. Ever since he was a child, he could have anything he wanted. On his fifteenth birthday, he fell for Eden Hawthorn the moment he first saw her. Right then and there, he boldly declared, "She belongs to me, and nobody should ever think about touching her!" During the entire decade of their marriage, he was obsessively protective of her. She was forbidden from any kind of interaction with men, and she had to employ the help of her assistant for something as mundane as handing a report to a male colleague. Everyone assumed this was simply Jaime's love language. One day, he caught a terminal disease. The entire nation fr

“I don’t get it. So what if you two have met when you were in your younger years? What’s that have to do with your obsession with him now?” I reached for a pillow over my head and hugged it. “I don’t know. All I know is that whatever feelings I have with him now, it’s special and true.” “Even if it’s not right?" A knot formed on my forehead. “What makes it not right?” “You, deceiving yourself that you have a chance in him when we know you didn’t have any.” “It’s called being relentless in your pursuance of your dreams.” She rolled over her side and hugged the other pillow. “I call it idiocy and stupidity.”

During the holiday, my husband and I attended a free health screening organized by our local community clinic. The doctors diagnosed me with late-stage lung cancer. But after a follow-up examination, I learned the truth—the hospital had mixed up the test samples. The one who actually had lung cancer was my husband. We had always had a loving marriage, so I rushed home in tears. On the way back, I had already made up my mind to use every cent of my savings to pay for his treatment. But the moment I reached the door, I heard our son's worried voice from inside. "Dad, it's already late-stage cancer. Treatment is just going to be a money pit." I was about to push the door open and tell them

A while earlier… “You idiot!” Mr. Russell slammed the documents against the table angrily before clutching his chest as he sat back down heavily. Leon stood silently by the side, not daring to interrupt. “You came here yesterday announcing your marriage,” his father barked, “and now you suddenly want a divorce? Is everything a joke to you?!” “You didn’t bother attending the wedding,” Devon replied coldly as he settled into his chair. “So this shouldn’t concern you.” “Y-You—”