Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now Novels & Stories

"Ma, you don't always have to tease me. I'm going, if you need anything, send the maids to call me." She didn't say a word to him, until he stood up and walked out. He pulled out his phone and was about to dial Jake's contact when they announced Mr White's arrival. "I came as soon as I saw the news, I'm sorry about your wife's father." Mr White breath out, marching towards him. "Thank you for coming. Please have a sit." Christ gestured him, and he nodded and sat down. "Are you still planning to leave tomorrow?" Mr White asked.

Then she scoffed in bitterness, still couldn't believe that the man she had poured her whole heart out was betraying her and going to marry the woman she hated the most. "You know what... I'm going to your wedding... And I'm going to congratulate you like a sane person. And I'm going to bring another man with me. I'm going to prove to you that I, Ashley White, could replace you with someone better in less than a week," Ashley proclaimed her resolution to him clearly and left.

"You don't get to do this. You don't get to walk in here like you have any right to be here." Her smile didn't waver. "I have every right to be here. I'm your wife." "No." He shook his head, his jaw tight. "You were my wife. Before you destroyed everything." She laughed—a soft, musical sound that made my skin crawl. "I didn't destroy anything, darling. I created something. Something beautiful. Something powerful. Something you were too weak to see." I felt the rage surging inside me, hot and consuming. "You destroyed our family. You destroyed Dad. You destroyed everything."

Chloe walks into her husband Marcus's office to bring him birthday cupcakes for their daughter, only to find him sleeping with his secretary. Instead of crying, Chloe walks away, goes to an underground nightclub, and meets billionaire tycoon Dante Moretti. Dante offers her a deal: marry him to destroy Marcus completely. Chloe agrees, steals Marcus's financial secrets, and launches a massive revenge plot that strips Marcus of his money, his company, and his pride, turning Chloe into a wealthy, powerful queen. Every moment of this journey tested her courage and pushed her past her limits. The stakes were high, the dangers were real, and there was no turning back once the wheels of revenge we

“Now tell me, are you fucking my wife or not?!” “Your wife?” I huffed out a laugh. “Are we just throwing words around now or what? She's not your wife anymore, buddy. Remember??” “You didn't deny it,” Everett muttered coldly, his face morphing into an angry mask. “Deny what? Whether I'm keeping your EX-WIFE’s bed warm?” I tilted my head, resting an elbow on the arm of my chair as I studied. All the while enjoying the exchange more than I probably should.

"All this just because I made you stand in the rain on New Year's Eve?" I cut her off, already tired of her spinning the narrative. "Stand in the rain? That's what you think this is about? Wow. You really do believe the world revolves around you, don't you? Who said I even wanted a kid with you? "We agreed before marriage that Ethan was going to be my only child. And don't pretend you didn't know how much I cared. You knew damn well. But you never trusted me. Never treated me like your husband. Not once did you talk to me like an equal. Even now, you act like you're still above me. Like all you have to do is snap your fingers and I'll come crawling back, just to play babysitter for free."

Here, I could see everything clearly without even being part of it. “Mr. White!” The therapist uttered his name. “How would you describe the state of your marriage right now?” She inquired, Ms. White readjusting herself with fingers shaking slightly. “It's complicated.” Mr. White responded after a pause. “But I don't think it's broken beyond fixing. Ms. White interrupted him with a loud and sharp laugh, “Excuse you? Well, I'm not surprised. You always say that.” She stopped laughing to talk in a more serious tone.

I yelled, slamming the cup on the table and rising to my feet “Oh yes, Lucien. You told me we were over and you will be getting married to your mate instead” “But” I continued “You had told me you didn't love her and would only get married to me. You told me she was human and you could not get married to her. What changed your mind? That she is the White wolf? Or you wanted a taste of something new. I could already guess she was not as good as me”

He just looked angry. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he shouted, marching toward me. "The minister is waiting. The investors are waiting. Get your ass back inside right now." "I’m not marrying him," I said, wiping the rain and tears from my eyes. "Julian and Sienna... they're sleeping together. They only wanted my mother's trust fund. Julian said it himself. He was going to divorce me in a year."

"Seven years too late." "Is it?" He takes a step closer and I press back against the door. "Is it really too late? Because I don't think it is. I think you still feel it. I think you're lying when you say you've moved on." "I'm married to Marco." "That’s a problem that can be solved with one bullet baby and you don’t even love him anyway." It's not a question. "Do you?" I can't answer. Can't force the lie past my lips.