The Wrong Woman Novel Novels & Stories

Everyone else came and congratulated us. "I still owe you a ring Millie Mouse since you stole my chance to propose," Hayden said. "Yeap, I win," I smirked. I didn't care about the ring or anything else. All I wanted was the guy of my dreams, and he was standing right in front of me. His pale blue eyes were gazing into mine. I encircled my arms around his neck and got lost in his kiss. ___ end ___ Thank you everyone for reading The Wrong Brother! Please be sure to check out my other stories in this platform:

When I finally turned off the tap and glanced to my side, my eyes momentarily locked onto a woman standing next to me. She was wearing a body hugging black dress, and black heels in which I could break my neck on any good day.My eyes moved further up. She was reapplying lipstick. I quickly averted my gaze, not wanting to be caught staring. Why does my luck have to be like dog shit? The woman was Brooks’ ex-wife whom Zazu almost made bald during their catfight at the auction party. Though from what I have heard it was the ex-wife who shamelessly started the fight with Zazu for a man she already discarded. Zazu had every right to peel the skin of ex-wife’s face when she found them in Brook’s b

Alessia remained frozen in place, bewildered by the chaotic scene unfolding around her. She couldn’t comprehend why people lacked a sense of right and wrong. Did Karen not know her husband had been involved with other women? Was she deluding herself? Alessia tried to distance herself from the situation, reminding herself that it had nothing to do with her. She was simply furious because she was being bullied, especially after enduring s*xual harassment from Karen’s husband. ‘Why don’t you dodge the eggs, Alessia?’ Wilda shouted, noticing Alessia’s immobility.

"Now you do." The fire crackled softly. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and strong, a rhythm I had come to know by heart. Rex's hand traced patterns on my back. "What do you know now that you didn't know before?" I thought about it, letting the words settle. "I know that being the wrong bride wasn't a mistake. It was the beginning of everything." He kissed the top of my head. "What else?"

Christine knew she was in the wrong. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Yes. I didn't want to have your child. My body is mine. I have the right to decide." I laughed out loud. Strangely, that sentence smoothed everything over in my head. She had the right to choose not to have children and to cheat. In that case, I had the right to destroy Luxe Atelier. "Fine." I tossed my staff badge onto the floor and said flatly, "Then when you've got time, let's go file the paperwork. I'll give you my blessing."

The real Princess Shirley has always used a special royal sandalwood perfume. "However, this woman has always carried the scent of cheap soap used by ordinary commoners. "And if my guess is correct..." I stared at the panic slowly overtaking her face and spoke each word clearly. "You're not Princess Shirley at all. "You're Ann, the personal maid from back then." The instant the name 'Ann' left my mouth, the woman looked as though she had been struck by lightning. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she collapsed onto the floor. At that sight, the Queen immediately understood everything. She stared at the woman on the ground, fury practically burning in her eyes.

After a long pause, she could only say, "He didn't do it on purpose. He just made a mistake. Do you really have to go this far? He feels worse about this than any of you do." Lewis struggled to his feet. Tears covered his face, and his voice was hoarse. "I'm sorry, everyone... This is all my fault... I really did read it wrong. I thought our entire class was assigned to Westhaven..." I yawned and cut him off lazily, "You thought the whole class was assigned to Westhaven? Then why did you single me out? "Or was it because you knew everyone had the same test center, but deliberately waited until we were about to board the buses before telling me I was different from everyone else?

That is the short story of the romantic novel she had heard during her life in Indonesia. 'Bastard! I've never done those terrible things! I've never slept with anyone other than Hayden, my husband! But why is my baby have not the royal family’s blood? Crazy… this is all crazy… this world really just sided with the plot of that damn novel! My ten years of hard work so that I don't have the same fate as the villainess Fuschia in the novel, turns out to be in vain.' Fuschia sobbed as the guards pushed her roughly into the narrow old wooden wagon while clutching her baby tightly.

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.

And under the quiet night sky, with the city shining beneath them, Amara finally understood something. Some stories didn't begin with love. Some began with a wrong turn. A dangerous road. A boy everyone warned her about. And one motorcycle ride she almost never took. But somehow, that was enough. The End.