Mathew Macalihan has a great business, wonderful wife and he is sexy as hell! but, he cheats on his wife, saying that, 'they dont mean anything to me, my wife means more' but what happens when he cheats on his wife with the wrong woman? What his wife doesnt know wont hurt her, but will it hurt him?

College is just like her old life . . . bleak. Surviving it won't be easy, especially when the girlfriend of the guy she's loved her entire life would rather see her dead. So much for that clean slate. Instead she's constantly looking over her shoulder, watching, waiting and worrying. Lucky for Emma she met The Senator's Son. Zach Walker is the typical rich kid . . . or is he? He's all heart, not like all those other guys. She isn't supposed to fall for him. She doesn't even know if she can trust him. He is completely tempting and totally out of her league. Please note - there is profanity and sexual situations. All rights reserved. I hold copyright so my work cannot be copied in any form whether in print or electronically, or any other form for that matter. So please, don't plagiarize. It's not nice.

"I'm wondering...where you go if you don't have work" I said coldly. "Why would you care?" he asked, his voice strained. "Because I have the misfortune of being your wife" I said sweetly. He narrowed his eyes. "Don't talk to me like that Hazel" he said quietly, stepping forward. "Or what?" I asked "and I'm asking you a question" "Be quiet," "Answer my question" I said calmly. He was quiet. "Where do you go? You clearly don't go to work" "I do, actually" he growled "and I've told you not to use that tone on me" "Don't lie to me" I said ignoring his comment. "What's your problem anyway?" he asked, clenching his teeth. "My problem is that you are disappearing every day and leaving me to talk to the walls in this stupid suite!" I yelled, my voice rising."Would you like it if I vanished every day for hours came back and didn't tell you where I went?" Evelyn shot me an icier look. "But you don't." He said icily. Hazel is happy, for once in her life. She is engaged to the person she loves and she's working on her biggest project yet- nothing can go wrong. Or can it? When Hazel finds out her fiancé is cheating on her, her world turns upside down. Then, to prevent her family from getting bankrupt, she is forced to marry a cold, ignorant man who seems to be married to his job. Evelyn is Hazel's worst nightmare. And to top it all of he doesn't want her to find out about his work. With all the problems brewing around her Hazel sets out to find out the truth for herself about a man she hates- but what she finds makes her realize how little she knows about the man she has married. WARNING: Hey new people. I'm just here to warn you that the first few chapters will be painful, cringeworthy and make you want to bash your face on every solid material in the world due to some conversations and grammatical errors. I am truly sorry. I promise you that it gets better. Please, hang on until the end. It will be hard. :,<

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.