The Wrong Woman Book Novels & Stories

“I say they don’t know me. And I think it’s easy to judge someone you’ve never met.” She smiles wider. “But you have to admit, the situation looks… unusual. Pregnant with one brother’s child, engaged to another?” A ripple of whispers moves through the crew. I breathe through it. “It is unusual,” I admit. “But what happened isn’t a scandal.....it’s a story of mistakes, choices, and trying to do the right thing afterward.” “And Damian Cole?” “What about him?” “Is it love or convenience?” The question hits harder than I expect. I take a second before answering. “He’s someone who’s been there when the world wasn’t. Whatever people choose to call that… that’s their problem.”

She left the door slightly ajar when she exited. I lay there, pulse racing, body on fire. Footsteps sounded in the hallway heavier. Mason. He paused outside my room. I held my breath, every nerve alight, imagining him pushing the door open. Imagining his hands replacing my mother’s gentle touch. Imagining both of them. The footsteps continued past. I pressed my face into the pillow, a frustrated moan escaping. The craving was no longer a whisper. It was a roar. And with every passing hour, the line between right and wrong, between daughter and desire, blurred further.

I'm going to kill you, you b*tch! The scene completely descended into chaos. The two women rolled across the ground fighting each other. Hair was torn out, clothes were ripped apart, and screams filled the air. After Diana exhausted herself, she climbed off Mia, panting heavily. The makeup on her carefully maintained face was ruined, and her hair was in complete disarray. She suddenly threw herself at my feet and clung to my leg. "Celeste, I was wrong to accuse you! Please don't call off the engagement! The Alvarez family can't lose you, and it certainly can't lose the McKenna family!"

Just two people who understood the dark without needing to name it all. I tightened my grip on her waist, pinning her body harder into the mattress. I didn’t care about the guilt. I didn’t care about the woman waiting back in Seattle wearing the wrong fucking perfume and saying all the wrong things. I would slide a wedding ring into this girl’s finger and throw Serena into the sea if it meant keeping her like this forever.

Leonora swayed into the room and said, "Viviana, you're finally home? Were you out on a three-day tryst with some man?" She was dressed in a custom gown, with the diamond necklace Papa had bought for her glittering around her neck. "Everyone on the West Coast now knows about your scandalous past. Viviana of the Rosa family and a dozen thugs—" Before Leonora could finish speaking, Rita lunged forward and shoved her. "Liar! You've been spreading the rumors to frame Viviana. I'll kill you!" Leonora shrieked and stumbled back. She fell into a broad, firm chest.

I stood frozen In front of the massIve weddIng portrait In Matteo’s lavIsh living room—golden frames, marbled floors, and enough crystal to blind a man. And there she was. The woman In the photograph, In a whIte satIn gown, was the same woman I had met by chance and called mIne just last nIght. The same woman who had trembled beneath my touch, whIspered my name like a confessIon. Liana. My one-nIght escape. My temporary salvation. My brother’s wife. My mistake. A cold knot formed In my gut, twIstIng tIghter with every passIng second.

"If I ever see that wretched woman again, I'll make her pay. I'll make her apologize to you! Alright, alright. Don't cry. You can't let this affect the baby." I remembered that Martha had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital defect that made pregnancy difficult and miscarriage likely. She had once been deeply ashamed of it, even hiding it from her own family. But to cover up her crimes, she had told everyone that I was the one who had injured her. Now, I finally understood. Out of sheer jealousy, she had stolen my healthy uterus. I shook my head furiously, screaming the truth over and over again. But no one heard me. No one responded.

The older woman had gotten me these books from the inner room, only for the salesgirl to deny the books and the existence of the old woman at the store. What if the salesgirl wasn’t being rude and everything she said was true? What if the old woman wasn’t there, even though I spoke to her? What if I had seen a ghost or something else? I shivered. The young lady didn’t see any other person at the store but me. I stared at the books with confused eyes, and I picked the first book despite having already read it before. Following it sequentially made more sense, and as I read the last line of the third book, I saw that these are the ways of breaking the curse of power.

She just didn't know. "Mom, The Wrong Cinderella is one of the best books of our time. It is a fairytale that has broken every single rule that is associated with the genre. The well-known tale of the orphaned servant is retold in modern times where balls are house parties and princes are famous jocks. The biggest plot twist, however is when prince Charming falls for the wrong Cinderella. In this timeless, genius story, Cinderella isn't a servant but a rich, uberfemale who won't let a boy get in her way." I told her, doing my best to sum it all up in a way she would understand but that would still make the book sound as awesome as it is.

"But I'm not in a Pack, so your laws don't apply." "You're wolf now. It's automatic. But don't worry. Nathan's been working to change them so the women now get to choose who they want to mate with instead of having random guys claim them." Antonia, after all she'd gone through, had adapted fairly well. She'd had a momentary mental aberration. She still had a split personality with a wolf issue to deal with and a shivering body in need of clothes. But for some reason, his nonchalant declaration that she was expected to shack up with two or more guys-guys she could choose, how magnanimous-was the final straw.