The Wrong Mr Right Novels & Stories

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?”

That evening, alone again in the penthouse, Luca scrolled aimlessly through his texts. There were dozens. Investors. Journalists. Family. Staff. But the thread he kept going back to was one with only three words in it. “I’m sorry.” Still unread. Still unanswered. He typed something. Deleted it. Typed again. I made a mistake. You didn’t deserve that. I can’t stop thinking about you. He didn’t send it. Instead, he closed the thread and threw the phone across the room. It bounced off the couch and hit the floor with a dull thud.

She laughed softly, telling me I think I broke you. I was still staring at the test. Finally I managed one word. “Really?” She nodded. “I checked twice.” “Twice?” “And then I bought another brand yesterday afternoon because I thought maybe the first one was wrong.” “And?” “They both said the same thing,” she said, smiling wider.

“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

Leon had secretly sent it to him earlier as a warning. “Someone sent this to Mr. Russell.” Seth took the phone. The video showed Karina entering the hotel room. A few minutes later, the man entered as well. It even captured the moment the man stood behind Karina while she struggled with the door. But the video had been carefully edited. The cuts made it appear as though the two of them were having an affair. Seth's expression darkened. He couldn't continue watching. Handing the phone back to James, he took a deep breath.

“What drama?” He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled out his phone and opened a trending article. The headline read: *Young Married Woman Caught in Scandal with Older Married Man.* Her stomach dropped as he held it out for her to see. She forced a laugh, though it sounded hollow. “Liam’s the one at fault, not me.”

“Baby faster! faster!!” “You’re really asking for it aren't you?” After hearing Mark's voice I forgot to breathe for a second, I backed away then I realized that the door was slightly ajar by two inches or so, it gave me a slim frame that showed their bodies becoming one over and over again, sweat dripping over their skin muscles flexing and stretching, deep cries. It was like the ground beneath my feet was beginning to fall apart, I clutched my chest. Part of me wanted to walk away, to pretend I saw nothing.

7:15 a.m. Ken slept off in the office and woke up to the vibrating sound of his phone. "Grrrr, grrrr, grrrr, what the!!! Can't a grown-up man enjoy his own peace?" he grumbled, his fingers squeezing his face.