The Wrong Woman Book Novels & Stories

The pictures were everywhere, selling out like hotcakes. “Welcome to Williams’s world,” I muttered to myself. Williams and I in the courtyard after the UrbanAxis win, our bodies almost pressed together, his hand on my lower back, my face turned up toward his. The blogs hadn’t captured my face clearly, but the comments were ugly and heart-wrenching anyway. “Who is this mystery woman with Williams Banks?” “Looks like the boss has a new toy.”

Some mistakes cost you the people who loved you most. And Irina Solace had been the wrong woman to lose. ⸻ Later that night, Irina sat alone in her apartment bathroom. The small white stick rested on the counter. Her heart pounded. Once. Twice. Again. She looked down. Then froze. Positive. The world tilted. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach. And for the first time that evening… She smiled. A tear slipped down her cheek. Followed by another. Not from fear. Not from sadness.

The moment he mentioned that month, the memories came rushing back so clearly that even then, I still could not forget them. It was early spring. The three of us had gone into the mountains near White Horse Abbey to gather herbs. Behind the Abbey, I found a young woman dressed in men's clothing, covered head to toe in blood. Bryson thought it looked troublesome and immediately wanted to leave. Griffin was terrified of getting involved and kept urging me not to interfere. For some reason, I just could not walk away. I carried her home on my back and took care of her for an entire month.

“You grew up in this house because Marcelline put you where you did not belong gone white around it. Samora shook her head, her voice beginning to tremble. “No. I’m your daughter. You raised me. Everyone knows I’m the Leone daughter.” Don Leone looked at her. “You grew up in this house because Marcelline put you where you did not.” Samora’s lips parted. “That isn’t true…” My mother finally looked at her. “Marcelline has been detained. She admitted she switched you and Isabella while I was unconscious after childbirth. She also named the people who helped falsify the records.” Samora froze. Ross stared at me, his voice unsteady for the first time.

She gave a faint, sharp smile. "Don't you think that's a little pathetic?" Passengers had already gathered, whispering, phones out. "Isn't that Damian Joubert?" "Oh my God, what happened to him?" "Who's that woman? That's not Nora Carrington..." "Is this like a runaway bride thing? This is insane."

My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the room number listed there. She had texted me Room 612, but the confirmation email said Room 613. That meant I knocked on the wrong door last night—on the room next door. I felt like screaming after realizing the truth, but seeing the regret on Nicky’s face, I chose to close my eyes and calm myself down. She already felt incredibly guilty. Blaming her wouldn’t help—even though it really was her mistake that led me to knock and enter the wrong room. I should’ve known something was off the moment a ridiculously handsome man opened the door.

If she jumped the window that was that high; she might end up with a broken bone, which wasn’t worth it. She opened her phone and ordered a taxi. Thankfully, there was one close to her location. She waited in one of the cubicle trying to while away time while she waited for the taxi. The sound of knocking on the cubicle door sent her heart racing. What’s going on? This was a female bathroom; there was no way Steve would come in there. She knocked back. The knock became rapid that she had no choice but to peep at whomever was making such noise. Turns out, it was Steve. Steve was in the female bathroom.

' But that information was useless to him now. He glared at me, his eyes filled with murderous intent. I simply sat back down, my smile never wavering. Just then, Godwin arrived with the people I had asked him to gather. The office was large enough to accommodate everyone, and I stood as they entered. "Now that most of you are here," I began, my voice steady, "let’s get straight to the point. My late sister, Marianne, was accused, framed, and wrongly convicted for her husband’s death. What’s worse, he cheated on her with her so-called best friend, Britney. When he tragically fell down the stairs, it was Britney who testified against her, sending her to prison for a crime she didn’t commit. H

Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform: The Bad Boy's Problem (Teen Romance) The Debt Collector (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Bad Boy's problem) The Unwanted Bride (Erotic Romance and sequel to The Debt Collector) My Boss is Clueless (Romantic comedy) Trapped by the Badboy Billionaire (Romantic Comedy and book two of My Boss is Clueless) The CEO's Serious Pursuit (Romantic Comedy and book 3 of My Boss is Clueless) A Chaotic Flower (Romantic Mystery)

“Seems like a nice book, you got there. What is the name?” “Oh it is…The title is the Unknown Luna, it is about a woman who didn’t know she was mated to an Alpha and she was… It probably doesn’t sound like the kind of things you like to read. After all werewolves aren’t real.” She said as the old woman laughed heartily and said,