The Wrong Mr Right Novels & Stories

" she exclaimed. Mark finally snapped out of it. He looked at me with regret and pain in his eyes. "Summer, I made a mistake. I really did. Only now did I realize how ridiculous that test report was back then. If… if I hadn't broken off the engagement, then…" he said. "Then what?" I asked, interrupting him. "Then I'd be the one to give birth to a sick child? "Don't you get it, Mark? It doesn't matter whose genes are better. The problem is that you're simply a scum. You're selfish, vain, and cowardly. Even if my genes were defective, someone who loves me wouldn't have dumped me for that," I said.

“I’m sorry I’ve said too much. I promised years ago not to say anything. Maude has been terrified of this time coming. Now, I have sent her a copy of the test to warn her what’s coming her way. So, you can see it how you like. But I’d like us to use it as an olive branch, though it might take them some time to sort out their side of things before they can accept it as such.” Michael laid his head back and looked at the ceiling with a tired sigh. “She shacked up with one male, so she wasn’t lonely. He turned out not to be Mr. Right, but Mr. Very Wrong. Mr. Right finally comes along at the wrong time. Instincts and maybe something that lowers inhibition help make a bad situation into a very en

She looked at the man standing twenty feet away who was the father of her child and did not know it. Because she had gotten it wrong. She was starting to understand that now. She had gotten everything wrong. "Nothing," she said. And she walked back into the conference room. And she sat down. And she pretended, for the next four hours, that her world was not detonating quietly from the inside out.

Marcus took the report casually. The next second, his pupils shrank. He crushed the paternity test in his fist. Damien's face turned pale, and he kept backing away. "Marcus, listen to me. Seraphine and I only did it once…" Marcus snarled under his breath and swung his fist at him. "You bastard. You're my own brother, and you slept with my mate?" Good, I thought. Hit him harder. Raven was already ten years old. Who knew how many years those two had been sleeping together?

"What's so different about it? What if you had killed me last night? Huh? Well, coming to think of it, no one would have the slightest clue about it. Ain't you Lyndon's so perfect at covering your dirty tracks?" His eyebrows squeezed closer together but his gaze focused laser-sharp on her face. What exactly is wrong with this lady? "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He growled. Her reply was a little tilt of her chin, scowling down at him from under her nose. "And if I'm not mistaken, you were wasted as much as I was last night. So, this isn't entirely my fault." Evelyn was about to counter that when the hotel room door flew open and good looking guy walked in. He was dressed rather f

the stranger asks. My blood heats up. His voice sounds like he could talk me through an orgasm, soothingly pulling me over the edge. I am overwhelmed by an immediate desire to hear him whimpering my name in my ears as he nuts all over me. “Get out of here,” Mr. Green barks. With his jacket off, the hot stranger balls his fists. I notice the customized giant ring on his right hand with the letter Z as he storms up to Mr. Green and lands one punch on his nose.

Maintaining his composure, Robert explained, "I regret to inform you but I lack the authority to grant access to Mr. and Mrs. Morrison's private spaces. "Perhaps you could ask Mr. Morrison himself later. My apologies for any inconvenience."

Her only pain and concern was why her one and only heartthrob derived joy in making her look like an idiotic joke all the time. " You heard me Kara. I hate repeating myself and you know it." Fabian, Damian's wealthy childhood friend, walked briskly towards him, with a glass of wine still in his hand. He sometimes wondered how he was still friends with a scoundrel like Damian. "What on earth are you doing?" He whispered to Damian between gritted teeth. "Stay out of this" Damian said with his eyes still fixed on Kara. "Mr Willows it's fine. My PA will take care of it. I'm well aware that it was a mistake." Mr Gregory, the owner of the soiled shoes pleaded.

She had not expected to be back like this, on a Saturday evening with her ring still warm on her finger and the letter still on the counter at home. Julian drove the way he drove in emergencies, which was fast and completely controlled and entirely without the performance of urgency, the way he managed everything that mattered — with his full attention and nothing left over for anything else. "Talk to me," he said. "I'm here," she said. "I'm all right." "That's not what I meant." She knew. "The pain was sharp and then it eased," she said. "It hasn't come back at the same level. But something still feels—" She paused, searching for the word. "Wrong isn't the right word. Off. Something feels o

But as I closed my eyes against his chest, my phone buzzed again with a new notification. This message wasn’t from the public. It was from an unknown number. The message was short, but it sent ice down my spine. It read, “You just made the biggest mistake of your life.” Attached was a single photo, it was taken from outside the penthouse window just last night. It showed Cameron and me standing by the couch, still half-dressed, holding each other right after Joe had been dragged away. The caption underneath read: “Next time we won’t knock. And next time, we won’t miss.”