The Wrong Women Novels & Stories

“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?”

“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.

She set the report down. She looked at it for a long moment. "The Maddox daughter," she said. Not a question. "Octavia," Reaper said. "Not Olivia. Olivia was the intended party. There was a mistake at the signing." She looked at the report. "A mistake," she said. "The gallery roster. Low light. Someone made a call." She was quiet for a moment. Not processing. She had processed it already, reading it. This was something else. The particular stillness of a woman who had survived everything she had survived by understanding that the difference between a mistake and an opportunity was entirely a matter of positioning.

Introduction “I hate you,” I choked out as he sank deep, teeth scraping over my nipple. “Liar,” Kai growled, fist tightening in my hair as he drove harder. “Your cunt is soaking for the guy who used to make you cry, freckles. Say you’re mine.” “Never…this is all pretend. We’re pretending,” I trembled even as my body arched into him. “Then you won’t mind if I ruin you completely.” He pulled out, leaving me empty and desperate. “Ruin me. Break me. But I’ll never belong to you.” Kai’s dark chuckle vibrated against my throat as he slammed back in. “Good. I live for a challenge.” .... Elara has spent years quietly loving her best friend, Elias—the golden, easy-going one

And. “And the fourth,” Julian said softly, watching me count. “The fourth was never a Hart, Mrs. Hart, and that is the punchline of your magnificent life. Rosa’s ledger... the real one, not the Swiss one... lists the night’s deliveries in order of price. Clara: kept, then drowned. Celeste: sold to the highest bidder, who was Eleanor, though Eleanor never knew the seller was her own nurse. Me: retained as an investment. And you...” He opened the freezer. Frost exhaled like a held breath. Inside, in organized racks, were hundreds of labeled vials. On the lid, taped in plastic, a ledger page. “You were the overage. The fourth heartbeat nobody ordered. Adrian did not want you. My father did not

I then walk over to one of the injured and place my foot on his shattered knee and growl, "Were they telling the truth? Can you add anything to that?" He doesn’t answer, but smirks. I put a little more weight onto his shattered knee. He screams out, "Yes… Yes… Yes, he was telling the truth…” He groans just a little before continuing, “The women should be at the warehouse about half an hour's drive due east. If not there, then they should be at the hotel…” He chuckles. “He did, however, get one thing wrong, as not all of them will be returning to their families. The boss intends to sell them on the black market. He already has an auction planned and set to go. All he needed was the females...

“My fault?! How the hell is you-falling-for-the-wrong-woman my fault?” Because he’d made trusting-someone and opening-up-to-them look okay. “You know what? Fuck you,” I spat, surging to my feet so I could push him a step back. “I had a system. And it worked. Sleep with them and move on. No strings, no ties, no complications. As long as everyone agreed, it worked like a damn dream. Until you had to go and get married, making me think, you know what, maybe there is someone out there I can trust not to be our mother and shit all over me. So I finally let one woman in, and look at what the hell happened. She just shit all over me. Thanks a fucking lot for that. I just really appreciate the wrong

“Do tell me, what made a man such as yourself decide to join our little party as it were?” “Well isn’t that a loaded question.” as the doctor laughs. I watch as Dr Willard leans to the side propping his feet up on the nearby table all while relaxing his head against his bent arm with a smile that stretched across his face. “Seeing as you’re the man responsible for all of this, it is only right that I tell you.” Dr Willard’s face turns cold “I despise The Project and the ill mannered way women are treated.” “That’s funny coming from a man who’s some how managed to lay claim to three women.” Normally only one woman can be claimed via The Hunt. However there are underhanded means capable of cla

“Bit risky telling me that, isn’t it?” “Probably. Doesn’t matter in the long run. We are who we are, we won’t change now. That’s the other problem you face. You’re looking to change the wrong men. You’re surrounded by all these men trying to get you to do what they want. Get into your knickers; get you to stay home while they go off and have fun; pay you less and not let you get ahead. And you spend all your time focused on them. It’s too late. It’s not the guy trying to get into your vagina you need to worry about, it’s the guy trying to come out. Show me a piece of shit man, and I’ll show you a crappy mother who fucked it up for the rest of you.” “Mothers are to blame?”

That is why she does not let you help in cooking. Anuri stared into space, her eyes becoming misty. 'Dear me…' This was definitely the last straw. She had never told anyone of her rape. So how could she presume such a thing? Why should she even think in that line? She was momentarily filled with anger at the women's audacity. It was unfair, very unfair. This revelation annoyed Anuri so much but she fought for self-control. Two wrongs cannot make a right. She had tried her best to tolerate James's wife despite her constant provocations. But this latest insinuation was beyond the scope of her tolerance. She thanked God she had a job now and some money. She would begin to hunt for a house with