The Wrong Woman Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

“What’s wrong with this woman? Didn’t she just defile Mr. Connor during her wedding to Mr. Larson? It’s only been a few hours, yet she can’t keep herself in check. She actually sought Mr. Connor out again. Is she planning on defiling Mr. Connor again?” “Of course, Mr. Connor is the most sought-after, handsome prince charming in the eyes of every woman in Rothesay. She’s had a taste of Mr. Connor now, so of course she’d yearn for him and want more.” “Sigh! This world is so unfair. The thought of it alone makes me so angry. How could Sotiria, this outrageous snake, have possibly managed to sleep with Mr. Connor, when so many beautiful and flawless heiresses have failed to catch his eye?”

“Yes. If that’s what you want.” The lie is so quiet I almost believe it. --- The news breaks before noon. Damian warned me it would. He said nothing in his world stays private, not even for a night. “DAMIAN COLE ENGAGED TO MYSTERY WOMAN.” “PREGNANT BRIDE OR POWER MOVE?” “THE WRONG BROTHER’S BABY—NOW THE WRONG MAN’S WIFE?” By the time we step outside, the street is a battlefield. Cameras flash like gunfire. Voices crash together in a wall of noise.

“You heard me right. That's what I said. Keep calm and enjoy wealth. Do you lack anything in your life? Why should the DNA results you saw cause you to panic?” I asked. “Is the child going to take your place as the first wife? The answer is no! So what then is your problem? Keep shut,” I hollered. She seems betrayed and hurt. But I never betrayed her either. Everything happened by accident. I never knew when I impregnated that stranger. Called Sofia. It's a mistake. I think I was drunk.

Lying had never been my strength, and now, every word I spoke could shape my survival here. “Fraud,” I forced out, steadying my voice as best I could. The woman’s smirk widened. “Fraud, huh? So you’re smart with numbers, not fists.” She leaned in close, her breath reeking of cigarettes. “You’ll learn quick in here, princess. You either fight, or you bow.” My chest tightened. The other woman spoke, her voice calmer, more measured. “Leave her, Dara. She won’t last a week. No point breaking what’s already broken.”

‎ ‎Instead, she saw calculation. ‎ ‎His jaw tightened. ‎ ‎His eyes darkened. ‎ ‎He read the message again. ‎ ‎Two words. ‎ ‎Wrong girl. ‎ ‎The air shifted. ‎ ‎She felt it before she understood it. ‎ ‎He slowly lowered the phone. ‎ ‎Then he looked at her. ‎ ‎Not the way he had before. ‎ ‎Not like prey. ‎ ‎Not like punishment. ‎ ‎Like a problem. ‎ ‎“Who are you?” he asked.

I tried to understand it and to manage it and to protect you from it, and I am writing this because trying has not been enough. *There is a woman in this house who is not what she presents herself to be. I have no proof yet, only the feeling of a woman who has lived long enough to know the difference between coincidence and design. Things are moving. Conversations are redirected. I have found doors unlocked that I locked myself. Small things. But they are not small.* *She wants something in this house that is not hers. I believe she has wanted it for longer than I have known about it. I believe your father does not see it because she has been very careful about what she allows him to see.*

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.

“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.

He husked against her nape while his grip tightened around her hand. No, this didn't feel wrong to her when it should. She didn't find losing her virginity to this man wrong. She didn't find their closeness wrong. She didn't find his ways to have her wrong, when nothing about this man was right. Nothing, so why? Why, even after knowing he and his ways were not right, she could feel nothing wrong about him? Nothing wrong about them? “If something is not right, it doesn't mean it has to be wrong, mi amor,” he whispered in her ear, causing Cyra to slowly open her eyes. How could he have all the answers to her every question, even those which she could not even dare to ask her own self?