The Wrong Woman Book Novels & Stories

They were clearly afraid of her wrath. "How could this be?" one of the men asked in confusion. "We thought this was the right person." "You're asking me?" the woman snapped, her eyes flashing. "Maybe you were asleep on the job! How could you make such a mistake?" The man flinched under her gaze, his face red with embarrassment. "I...I don't know," he stammered. "We followed the instructions to the letter. I don't understand how this could have happened." "But we followed this woman into the street, and we saw her go into the mansion!" the second man protested, his voice shaking. "I don't understand how we could have made a mistake!"

His throat was tight. He said: "She wouldn't do that. Sloane wouldn't—" She said: "You don't know what she would do. You never did. You spent three years thinking you knew her and you were wrong about the most basic things." Her voice didn't change. Still even. Still calm. "You were wrong about how she would react. You were wrong about how long she would wait for you to come back. And you were wrong about what she was capable of when someone gave her a better option."

"We should." Neither of them spoke for a moment. The street moved around them — a woman walking past with a pushchair, a black cab slowing for the junction at the end of the road, the ordinary Sunday afternoon of a city that had no interest in either of their problems. "This morning was a mistake," Sophie said. Clearly. Cleanly. The way she'd rehearsed it in the café while Theo was talking, the sentence she'd built while walking here. "I was — I got caught up in the moment, and the conversation, and I shouldn't have—"

He thought about a crowd on Crane Street absorbing a woman in three seconds. He thought about a woman standing at an open car door on a public street and refusing to get in until she had what she wanted. He thought about Bastien reading his own direct number out over the phone to a woman who was about to use it to exit the situation. He thought about the four seconds between getting in and getting out. He typed back: How long between getting in and getting out. Vex's reply was immediate. Approximately four seconds. She also has his direct number now.

“This is you paying for sharing the same womb with me.” Then she paused near the door. “Oh, and try not to bore him to death with your weird book conversations.” The door slammed behind her, Ivy sat frozen on the bed for several seconds before covering her face with shaking hands, this was wrong, but fear always won where her family was concerned. An hour later, Ivy stood nervously outside her house wearing Scarlett’s second prom dress while trying not to panic, when Sebastian’s car pulled into the driveway, her heart nearly stopped, even after all these years, he still affected her instantly.

“You’re making a mistake, Adrien.” “No,” I replied coldly. “I made the mistake years ago when I failed to protect my actual mate.” The older woman’s eyes darkened immediately at the word mate. Hatred. Pure hatred, I saw it clearly now. Not just toward me, but toward Celeste and suddenly, something about the way both women looked at each other unsettled me deeply. The kind that usually came before retaliation. Alabaz growled low inside me instantly. “Danger coming.” He growled.

What was so wrong with that? That was a stupid question, of course. What was wrong with all of that was that she was a woman, and women weren’t supposed to bed hop without shame or guilt; women weren’t supposed to enjoy sex with lots of different partners. A steady boyfriend, sure. A husband, definitely. But a guy that a woman just picked up at a bar during her shift because she found him sexy? No way. And an MC member or seven just because she had a things for bad-boys and was surrounded by them every minute of every work day? Nuh-uh. No goddamn way.

"I did no such thing..." "Didn't you? You told Kevin his entire life that he was perfect. That he deserved everything. That he was entitled to whatever he wanted, including Charlotte. You never held him accountable for anything. Never taught him that actions have consequences." I lean against the wall. "You created a monster, Mrs. Anders. And now you're shocked that the monster acted like one." "Kevin is not a monster! He's a good man who made mistakes..." "Good men don't beat women. Good men don't kidnap people. Good men don't try to rape their ex-wives." My voice is ice. "Kevin is a monster. And if you can't see that, then you're as wicked as he is."

They wouldn’t hesitate to write: “Socialite matriarch hides daughter’s sexuality while condemning her son.” Or worse: “Both children of powerful Hartwell family abandon legacy. Matriarch complicit.” Victoria pressed her fingers to her temple, feeling the first true tremble of panic beneath her skin. This couldn’t happen. She wouldn’t survive the shame. Not again. She reached for her drink, bourbon, straight, and took a long, burning sip. Somewhere down the hall, she heard the staff speaking in hushed tones. Probably whispering about the headlines. About Luca. About Serena. About her, about Asher..

She wanted to moan, but her mouth was stuffed with her own panties. Callista opened her eyes to look down at her lover. She saw the crest of Krista's head and could see the gentle movements of Krista's body as she licked her pussy. She looked beautiful. Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Callista saw movement. Her entire body tensed and she froze, feeling completely terrified. She turned slowly to see what was moving. Krista appeared not to notice and continued to lick her pussy forcefully. Callista saw a woman! She was standing only ten feet away, her eyes opened, looking directly at them. For a moment, Callista almost cried out, but the pleasure between her legs was building. She coul