Pen_Edの小説

SaraI tried to wrap my head around it, but it still didn’t make sense. Why did I ever think I was any different than any of the girls he’d met? I felt so foolish that I gave myself to him. Was that all I was? Just another piece of ass to him? Why did this bother me so much? It wasn’t as if there was any rule that he couldn’t be with other people. But this wasn’t just any other person. This was Sofia Carson. I knew that name sounded familiar, and now I remember why.She was my best friend in college, but after she slept with my then-boyfriend and somehow the video got leaked, she and Rogan transferred to another school, while I became the laughing stock of Hilton University for the next two years. As if their betrayal didn’t cut deep enough, I was blamed for it. I heard the whispers and rumors around school that I was a prude, and that’s why Rogan started sleeping with my best friend.For years, I’d tried to block her name out of my mind, but now everything came back, and I could fee

DameIt’s been three days since that fateful horror my father and Gwen Beck put on. The news of their wedding dropped like a bombshell, and I still couldn’t get over it. I could still remember it like it was a night ago. Sara was not happy about it, and why should she be? She’s hated me for years now, and having me for a brother was the last thing she’d want. The last thing either of us wanted. But mine were for different reasons.I hate to admit that something had changed between us, but to understand what that was, you need to know the story between Sara Beck and I. She was the toughest thing Blue Oregon had seen. Her family owned our most challenging rival company, and Sara, just like me, was the heir of our family companies, which unfortunately meant we were also in charge of closing every major deal for our companies.And because I won almost all of those deals, she hated me for it. But now, because of our parents, we were going to be siblings? Could you believe it? Sara Beck,

Sara“No?” Mom asked, narrowing her brows in confusion.“No… I mean, no.” I rambled, still trying to comprehend my thoughts. I didn’t even know when those words escaped my lips, but now I had to explain, or at least say something. ‘Say something.’ ‘Say something, Sara.’ I muttered internally. My mother’s eyes were getting too intense, and I could feel Ben’s gaze fixed on me.“I didn’t mean to say no. I just meant you guys can’t get married.” I rambled again. I could see the exhaustion on my mother’s face when she heard those words. She scoffed and leaned back on the chair, not sure what else to say. I knew how I sounded, but I wish I had better words to make myself clear. My mother could not get married to Ben Casian. No, that couldn’t happen. I didn’t doubt that he was a great guy, but I couldn’t erase the memories of what happened with his son two nights ago. I certainly could not go along with this, knowing and living with the fact that I’d slept with my stepbrother. No, I coul

Sara“Remember we’re having dinner tonight, darling.” I was on my way up the stairs when my mother’s words suddenly made me freeze. I stopped because those particular words sounded strange coming from my mother. We were not a regular family. As a matter of fact, we’d stopped being a family when my father died. That was the last time we had dinner as a family.“Dinner? What dinner, Mom?” I asked, rushing down the stairs. Gwen didn’t flinch, but her eyes betrayed her disappointment. I’d grown too familiar with it not to miss it.“Don’t tell me you forgot Sara. I told you we were having dinner with Ben and his family tonight.” I was about to refute when the memory suddenly reeled in. “On the 26th of August. Right…” I said, pinching my nose in frustration.“That’s today. So get ready. They’ll be here in forty minutes.” She said and held my face gently, “And honey, try not to mess anything up tonight. I want to make a good impression.” Gwen said with a wry smirk and walked away.I couldn

Sara“God, I hate hearing that.” I rasped and shifted my gaze away from the small group of chattering girls behind me.“How many times is that this month?” Brianne asked.“Three times. We’ve lost our clients three times to that asshole.” I said, and clenched my fist in annoyance. I hated thinking about it, but when it was right there in my face for me to see, how could I not? Dame Casian was the worst thing to have happened to this planet. I kept telling people. He was rude, arrogant, proud, and, I cannot stress this enough, cynical. But the worst part was that he was always my main competition. In the past three years, he’s managed to steal more of our clients than I could count, and he always made sure I knew he enjoyed doing it.“I hate him so much. Look at him up there flirting with those girls. He’s such a pig.” I ground my teeth in disdain.“I wouldn’t mind rolling in the mud with him,” Brianne muttered and bit her lip slightly.“What?” I remarked, twisting my face in disgust.