The Wrong Woman Book Novels & Stories

The smoke rose slowly, drawing spirals that faded into the dimness of the apartment. —The black widow’s poison —she whispered to herself— doesn’t always kill… sometimes it just leaves you paralyzed… while it takes everything from you. She smiled. As if she had just won the most important chess match of her life. The young girl with dreams of becoming a supermodel had died when she became Dino’s lover. All the promises of one day making her his wife had been postponed year after year. Lie after lie. And every word Dino had said, she had believed. Until one day, she understood it all. Dino would never marry her.

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

Before the police find me — or worse if he does. A woman is dead. A child is without a mother. I've made a mistake and now I need to RUN! END OF BOOK TWO

I had no idea why her books are here on the royal shelf, well, that wasn't my problem though. After I picked up the book from the shelf, I was about to go find somewhere to sit when one of her works caught my attention too. The title was Unlawful Affair With Asher Williams. I quickly picked it up and read the synopsis. At first, I thought it was incest, which was what I hated the most, but after I read the blurb and the warning on it, I realized that it was just a misunderstanding. "Let's read this later," I mumbled as I kept the book on the shelf because I already picked one already to read.

I hope he rots in prison and I hope to never see his face ever again. He was nothing but a huge mistake. Matthew Bryant was my worst mistake, I wasted an entire year with the wrong guy. I loved the wrong guy, I gave him my entire heart thinking that he was the right person for me but he wasn't. He was a mistake and I can only hope that I will meet the right guy someday because I am so convinced that Matthew wasn't my soulmate. He wasn't my Mr. Right, he was the Mr. Wrong if that is even a thing. The end.

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.

“The person I wanted to drug was someone else. It had nothing to do with you. Do you even think you’re worthy? I don’t lay my hands on just anyone. You wasted my drug. Return me the money!” Drugged the wrong person? My face tensed and I furrowed my brows as I stare at this woman in messy clothes. Half of her snow-white shoulder was exposed and the purplish-green bruises on it were all the more prominent like plum blossoms blooming on her tender, white skin. The images of the previous night flashed through his mind unannounced. Heat rose to my lower abdomen as I felt the obvious arousal through my body. I close my eyes. This damned woman… How dare she drug me? And with such a potent drug?

‎ ‎And yet… ‎ ‎It had been wrong. ‎ ‎Victor leaned back in his chair, studying the documents again. ‎ ‎Mistakes like this didn’t happen in his organization. ‎ ‎Not unless someone wanted them to. ‎ ‎His eyes darkened slightly. ‎ ‎Someone inside his own empire might have fed him false information. ‎ ‎He didn’t say the thought aloud. ‎ ‎But the possibility lingered in his mind like a shadow. ‎ ‎His phone buzzed suddenly. ‎

The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze was the only sound keeping me company, my back was facing the neighbor’s balcony. How could someone be so cruel? I clenched the edge of the book tighter as I thought about how she had been hiding her pain for so long. It was not until the book was no longer in my hands that I snapped out of my daze.I immediately stood up and turned around to see Owen standing there, a mischievous grin on his face as he read the cover. "‘One Hundred and One Ways to Get Your Dream Man’. A book that will help you to find your soulmate" Owen smirked. "Interesting”. He pressed his lips together with raised eyebrows.

I tried to understand it and to manage it and to protect you from it, and I am writing this because trying has not been enough. *There is a woman in this house who is not what she presents herself to be. I have no proof yet, only the feeling of a woman who has lived long enough to know the difference between coincidence and design. Things are moving. Conversations are redirected. I have found doors unlocked that I locked myself. Small things. But they are not small.* *She wants something in this house that is not hers. I believe she has wanted it for longer than I have known about it. I believe your father does not see it because she has been very careful about what she allows him to see.*