The Wrong Woman Book Novels & Stories

I still have the right to use the bar. Quickly I look around the room. It's huge, and it has elevator music in the background. It reminds me of the reception room of the Titanic. It's funny because I'm sinking there because I'm so bored. My gaze suddenly awakens, I raise my head seeing from behind, a red-haired woman with a lascivious gait advancing towards a table full of old white men, they all have a more or less perverse look towards her and she seems to be fully aware of it.

“Shameless woman, how dare she claim the children she had with some savage man to be Jerry's. Horrible. Such a horrible woman!” Right this second, Jerry's mum swore that she would never forgive that shameless woman. Of course, she would also not let those two wild children off the hook. As for that mysterious savage man, she would find ways to locate him and later invite him to join the party. She put away Jerry's test results properly, back into the bottom drawer of the wardrobe, before making a phone call. “Find out something for me.” She knew that person would be able to achieve it. Queen came crawling back to Jerry with children she had with another man. The latter must be a good-for-not

~ Druscilla ~ “Make love to me, Ivan,” I whispered again, the words trembling out right after our kiss broke. He wrapped his good hand around my waist, fingers digging in just enough to make me feel claimed. “You sure you know what you're asking for, pretty doll?” “Yes.” I nodded, tears still blurring everything at the edges. I knew it wasn't wrong in the way that mattered deep down, but I also knew damn well I was asking the wrong man. The one man I shouldn't want like this. A dangerous man.

the first said. But the older woman who was more experienced shook her head. “I don't think so. Didn't you see the purple ring around her eye.? What do you think would have caused it.?” She asked. The other shrugged “she might have fallen or something. It mustn't always be abuse. Just because your ex husband abused you doesn't mean everyone of them does” the other girl said sarcastically. “I really wish he was my husband” she continued and walked away before the other stunned woman could reply.

-The only woman Nathan wants in his life is you," he said, getting into the driver's seat. -We all know that... She couldn't even finish the sentence, so Liam and Nicole looked at her with boredom. As much as Nathan wanted to give the omega some space to think things through, Booke was closed off in her world. She did not want to listen to any more explanations from the older man, she only wanted to know the answers to all her questions and would do everything in her power to find out what she wanted. They arrived at the company, where Booke saw the woman, he hated most in life. Only three weeks passed, well counted by the omega, and that woman seemed to live in that place, according to Book

Forced to take her twin sister’s place on the wedding day, quiet artist Sloane Rivera signs a one-year marriage contract with the man who hates her most, the cold billionaire Liam Hart. He believes she is the woman who once destroyed him. She despises him for the power he holds over her family and for the way he looks at her with pure contempt. What begins as a year of mutual hatred and ruthless rules slowly turns into the only truth either of them has ever wanted… until the twists threaten to destroy them both.

His to hers. He almost leaned in. “I’m sorry,” she said suddenly, breaking the spell and taking a step back. Ryan blinked. “About what?” “About… everything. Your injury. Not being able to help you with the project.” He raised a brow. “Are you pretending to be nice again?” “Maybe…” she said, meeting his gaze. “Maybe an evil person can be nicer… if they pretend long enough.” Ryan studied her. The woman standing before him was different from the manipulative heiress he thought he knew. Softer. Sincere. Vulnerable.

The same grey eyes, the same jawline, the slight but distinct difference in height that anyone paying attention would have noticed. Then the staff testimonials. Unnamed, legally protected, but specific — a florist who’d handled both sisters’ public appearances, a driver who’d commented on the change in demeanour after the wedding, a catering employee who’d noted something off during the reception. And Evelyn’s question, placed at the end with the precision of a woman who knew exactly where to put the sharpest thing. Was this a romantic deception, or a corporate fraud? And who, exactly, was protecting whom? She handed the phone back to Rowan.

I could be wrong… but if I wasn’t… I could play the same game he was playing with me. Even if I lose, because I knew I will, at least it will be while fighting. ____ A. Gupta Check out TWISTED MARRIAGE: MMF MAFIA ROMANCE and other Completed books. All books are Dark Romance with morally grey characters, that occasionally turn pitch black...

The city beyond the tall windows glittered, North Wilmore’s lights blinking like they had secrets I wasn’t allowed to know. I should’ve been finishing contracts. Should’ve been preparing for tomorrow’s board meeting. Instead, my mind had been caught two days back. The café. Nova Ashton. Her hand in mine. It was supposed to be a role, nothing more. A performance staged to slice Bruno’s pride and remind him actions had consequences. She was supposed to be a weapon. But then she’d looked at me. Not the sharp glares she usually aimed like arrows. Not the fake smile she wore for others. For one second, it had been real. And I’d noticed.