The Wrong Women Novels & Stories

Rebecca: I didn't come out of my room till the next day, Vivian tried talking to me and I just ignored her. Even my mother knew something was wrong and when she asked I refused to say anything. I don't want my mother and her husband having troubles because of me. I shouldn't be angry since I wasn't dating Jordan, I just felt betrayed that after I told my step sister of how I loved Jordan she still slept with him. Vivian apologized when we were alone, I didn't reply ,I just shut the door on her face.

He was already an aggressive man. “You have to understand…two wrongs don't make a right, okay…if…is I do this…what…" she didn't even know how she would face anyone. She knew Luciano was up to something. It hurt her to know he refused to make love to her while did it with other women.

I need you in my life alright, but not for the reasons you're thinking. "I can't remember properly but I think drunk me agreed to go on a date with Justin," she mused more to herself than to me and the light humor floating in the atmosphere turned to something dark and poisonous. "Cancel it." Her face squeezed into an unpleasant pout. "Y'know the thing about Made Men is they think they can order any woman about. Women's rights is a foreign concept to men like you. Sorry to break it to you, mister, but this girl will do what she wants."

" ''One person's mistake does not make everyone guilty of it.'' ''I hate women! The woman who betrayed my trust and killed my father… The woman who gave birth to me, My father found her, helped her, loved her… But, just because she wanted to be with another man, she killed my father. And left me who should still be breastfed by her. Because he incites other women to make them do the same to their other bat mates." ''Because of her actions, you commit heinous acts on other women and let them die horribly.''

"All I want you to do is, to pretend to be with him and that's it. It's not that hard. Besides, I am not asking you to have sex with him or anything like that," "Why me?" "Jared told me that his wife, hire someone to look who is the woman and of course I can't let her know it's me. Not yet. She can't know and you, are the perfect one to play the role of his mistress. I bet you need the money to pay the rent too isn't it?" "I feel sorry for her. No one wants to be treated like this especially a wife like her, Alexa Lanton. I heard that her first marriage failed miserably. No woman ever wants to be like this,"

“I'm sure we can talk about this.” “Shut up!” My woman warned. “I'll be back to face you at the right time, mm?” She looked at me and then the screen of her phone before mouthing. “Frank didn't see this coming, did he? Well, this is the beginning of my conversation with Isabella who I reached out to and then she was at my shop to plan the death of a man to who she's done nothing to. But rather, a man she's offended.” “You will not do that thing you're about to do!”

I shouted out through the door and explained, "You've got the wrong person! I'm no side chick!" I thought that things would be alright once I cleared up the situation. Surely, they'd let me out once they knew that they'd gotten the wrong person! But I heard a woman's voice say angrily, "You shameless woman! You homewreckers are always kept in the dark! No man would ever publicly admit that you're his side chick! If Bree hadn't been smart enough to send someone to shadow you, we'd never have found you in such a short time!"

"Normal, my ass. She's only been in charge for a few days, and she's already chased out all the veteran employees, replacing them with her relatives! For all I know, she could be doing it on purpose." One of the resigned coworkers nodded. "That's very possible. The day I left, I overheard Poppy talking to her uncle and aunt." He cleared his throat and began mimicking them vividly. … Poppy said, "Aren't we going a bit too far? What if my lover gets angry when he comes back?" Her uncle snorted coldly. "Then, accuse him of rape. You're an unmarried girl—why should he get to sleep with you for free?"

The same grey eyes, the same jawline, the slight but distinct difference in height that anyone paying attention would have noticed. Then the staff testimonials. Unnamed, legally protected, but specific — a florist who’d handled both sisters’ public appearances, a driver who’d commented on the change in demeanour after the wedding, a catering employee who’d noted something off during the reception. And Evelyn’s question, placed at the end with the precision of a woman who knew exactly where to put the sharpest thing. Was this a romantic deception, or a corporate fraud? And who, exactly, was protecting whom? She handed the phone back to Rowan.

My hands clutch his shirt, his fingers tangle in my hair. For a moment, I forget everything. The scandal, the whispers, the pain. It’s just him. Just us. But reality slams back in. I shove him away, my chest heaving. “No. We can’t. This is wrong.” His chest rises and falls, ragged. His fists clench against the fresh bandages. “Ariana....” “Don’t.” Tears blur my vision. “I can’t be another mistake for you. I won’t.”