Novel & Cerita The Wrong Woman Book

"Dad, Mom, you’ve got it wrong. Amanda is now—" "Scott, shut up!" Elaine might not have understood everything, but she wasn’t blind. She shot Amanda a vicious glare, then turned to me. Her voice wavered, lacking conviction. "Katie, this must all be some kind of misunderstanding. Scott has always been soft-hearted. This woman must’ve tricked him. "And besides, you’re always so busy with work. All you ever do is stare at your reports. You don’t even have time to pour him a cup of coffee.

She. Freddie's jaw tightened. "Send me the footage," he said. "Already did. Check your secure email." A pause. "There's one more thing. Small thing but I think it matters." "Go on." "The woman.. whoever she is.. she made one mistake. Second lunch. She shifted in her seat at one point and the camera caught her hand. Left hand. She was wearing a ring. Unusual one ...... looks custom. Some kind of dark stone. Oval shaped."

" Raven thought about it all night. Then the idea of revenge took root in her mind. She crept into the kitchen and turned on every gas burner. Then she shut every door and window. Finally, she flicked a lighter in the living room. Just as Margaret had said, Raven really did start a fire. Only, she had not expected the gas to explode the moment she sparked the lighter. So when she pressed down on it, everyone in the house was blown away along with her. Not a single member of that pack survived. THE END

he groaned, overwhelmed by the closeness between them. The woman wrapped her arms around his neck and parted her legs wider, welcoming him completely. She loved the rawness of it, the desperate hunger in every movement, each thrust bringing a mix of pleasure and pain that she craved. She knew what they were doing was wrong—but she didn’t care. He was hers from the beginning. She was the one who truly knew and loved him, not his wife. In her mind, it was she who was wronged, not the other way around.

She asserted. “That is true.” I stood up and placed my hands on my pockets. “I married the wrong person. But that is no longer important. I watched her carefully. She wasn't any of those things she was portrayed as. She wasn't.” I adjusted my shoulders and continued. “I fell in love with her mother. And I have fallen too deep to ever want to stand up again. My only regret was not defending how I felt. I couldn't protect her from your cruelty. I couldn't even protect myself from you. At that point, I was a coward. But not anymore.”

“Do you ever wonder what that would feel like in real life? To want someone you know you should not want?” The question sat between us. It had two edges: one for the book and one for me. I felt both of them cut. “Sometimes,” I said quietly. “But in my books the heroine always chooses what is right in the end.” Victor refilled my wine even though I had barely drunk any. His fingers brushed mine again. This time he let them linger for half a second. “Interesting,” he said. “But in real life choices are not always that clean. Sometimes the wrong man feels too right to ignore.”

“You’ve caused quite a disruption.” His voice was cold. “Who are you?” The woman’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m not someone you fight.” A breath. “I’m someone you survive.” Elara’s heart pounded. Because in that moment—She understood something terrifying. Sebastian had been revenge. But this—This was something far worse. This was power. The woman stepped closer. “You’ve already lost once.” Her gaze sharpened. “Let’s see what you lose this time.” Adrian’s grip on his weapon tightened. “You’re not touching her.”

A trophy. I wiped away a few stray tears and steadied my breathing. I was a strong woman. Two men would not break me. It only hurt more knowing that Kade was participating in this charade; their twin rivalry clearly ran deeper than his decency. But he was still my knight in shining armor... wasn't he? The main door swung open. I froze, holding my breath. Two sets of footsteps entered heavy, synchronized, and undeniably male. In the women’s bathroom. My heart hammered against my ribs, surely loud enough for them to hear.

And now, she was betraying our marriage, discarding me once I had outlived my usefulness, even replacing me with Stan. So be it. I had misjudged her. I clicked my tongue and looked at Stan, my words slow and pointed. "Christine is my wife. Aren't you worried I'll make things hard for you?" Stan dragged hard on his cigarette, amusement flickering in his eyes. "What a joke! You're just a low-level employee. Who do you think you're fooling?" "Yeah," Tom chimed in right away. "Stop dreaming." I was just about to speak when a BMW pulled up between us.

And yet, someone that formidable had his political mating ruined because of me. The dining table was set with my favorite roasted venison, but I couldn't swallow a bite. My eyes stung. "Casper, don't blame Kyler. I'm the one who's clumsy... I ran to the wrong pack, got the wrong Alpha, and messed up your plans..."