The Wrong Woman Novel Novels & Stories

"Do you have any idea how much I hate this? How much I hate you for leaving me alone in that bed? I’m your wife, Finn. I’m right here..." A low, vibrating chuckle rumbled through the man's chest, a sound far deeper and more dangerous than Finn’s cold voice, a large, calloused hand suddenly gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him. He stepped forward, forcing her back until her calves hit the edge of the bed. He loomed over her, his eyes glinting with a light that made her blood run cold. "You've got the wrong room, sweetheart," Ronan smirked, his voice a gravelly purr.

Sophia's POV. The door burst open with a loud bang. A woman I didn't recognize stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene: me being pressed against the wall, my skirt bunched around my waist, his thick cock buried deep inside my pussy, his hand still gripping my hip from behind. For a moment, time froze. Then chaos erupted. “What the hell is this?!” she screamed, her voice cracking with disbelief and rage. Professor Voss pulled out of me quickly, but he didn’t scramble to hide. He simply tucked himself away and stepped in front of me protectively, shielding my half-naked body from her view.

I saw the women squirming in their seats. "I know you aren't supposed to," the woman who'd fucked her sisters-in-law said, "it is wrong. That is what we've all been talking about all this time." This woman deliberately tried not to look at me, but I could see her breathing heavily. "You've all been talking about how you feel bad, but that doesn't mean it is wrong," I said, "If I am going to do this anywhere, doesn't it make sense that I do it here?" "How do you figure," the Asian woman said, leaning in close, I liked the way her breasts pushed against the table. Her eyes followed my hand as it slid up and down on my dick.

My breath hitched. It wasn't a baby. It was a doll….a cold, plastic thing with unblinking glass eyes. A cold sweat broke out across my neck. I looked at Dex again; I didn't need to know the whole story to feel the agonizing weight of his reality. If this were Novel... if I had to watch her lose herself like this... I didn't think I'd survive it. “He’s lovely, right?” the woman asked with a wide, vacant grin. “Yes,” Novel whispered, her eyes shining with a sudden, sharp clarity. “And his

he told the police. My eyes widened at his words. "What? No, I'm not a bad person!" "You really are, miss?" He raised an eyebrow at me and clenched his jaw tightly. "What happened?" the chubby policeman asked me. I immediately swallowed my tongue and couldn't speak. Should I admit that I just went to the wrong wedding? But if I do that, I'll surely end up in trouble. "I want to file a case against this woman. I want her to rot in jail and never get out!" He spoke firmly and loudly to the police, looking directly at me.

—Why are you doing this Clara? —You're still asking, you're a fool Henry, I don't know where the cute boy I fell in love with in college went, this beast in front of me is not Henry Morel, the womanizing boy I met, but who never treated me. bad, that one no longer exists —I am willing to accept that I did things wrong, that I am the villain in this story, but when you tell the entire novel, don't forget to tell the chapter in which you made me what I am, you are not innocent Clara

She entertained him and enjoyed his company as well but as the night was about to end, she drugged him and he passed out on the bed. Felix slammed the book shut. Perhaps, all women were the same. Even a fictional female character was as bad as the ones in real life. “What's wrong your highness, are you not enjoying the book?” Felix exhaled to get himself together, “I said I wanted a tragic novel not a woman-shows-she's-badass-by-hurting-a man-feelings novel.” “It is tragic. At the end, her lover was not who he portrayed himself to be. He ended up killing her.”

The author had titled the novel like that because, the villain who was supposed to be the male lead in the original novel dies in the hands on the person whom he wished affection from. There was no villainess nor any mention of Rubia. The Novel revolves around the worlds of the male lead Damien and the female lead Catherine. Catherine had no feelings for Fredrick after their first meet but, Fredricks action remain the same as it was in the original Novel. (Refer Chapter 3 - The original story). Fredrick gifts Catherine a title for her birthday a few months before she becomes a Saintess. Catherine who had no feelings for Fredrick refused to accept the present.

Some mistakes cost you the people who loved you most. And Irina Solace had been the wrong woman to lose. ⸻ Later that night, Irina sat alone in her apartment bathroom. The small white stick rested on the counter. Her heart pounded. Once. Twice. Again. She looked down. Then froze. Positive. The world tilted. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach. And for the first time that evening… She smiled. A tear slipped down her cheek. Followed by another. Not from fear. Not from sadness.

“White, elegant, classic; like the kind of woman your family prefers. Don’t tell me you didn’t see them?” Ethan exhaled sharply. “They arrived,” he said in a clipped tone. “But there’s a problem, Lawrence.” “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re already fighting?” Ethan’s voice went cold. “I didn’t marry the woman Grandfather arranged. There was a mix-up.” Silence. Then a low whistle. “You’re serious?” “Completely.” Lawrence burst into laughter. “You mean the man who reviews every document word by word signed a marriage certificate with the wrong woman?”