Novel-novel oleh Bibee

UNPLEASANT SURPRISE CEICLY"No, I don't," I stutter.Why is he looking at me that way, like a piece of shit? He didn't even spare me a proper good morning, let alone order us breakfast?My eyes fix on his back as he walks towards the bedside drawer, his eyebrows pulled together. I get a glimpse of a stack of dollar notes, he pulls out. My stomach clenches.How dare he think of paying me off like a whore?I won't let that happen. I unzip my handbag, pulling out $240, all the cash I have left. Anything will do to save me from this shame. I walk quietly to the bedside, brushing his shoulder, making him turn around to face me as I drop the notes. He looks at me, my wrinkled notes, then back at me, his frown tighter."And what is that?""Your service fee.""My what?""Your fee," I say slowly this time, intentionally stressing my words like he's in kindergarten. "For your services last night." I fold my arms, forcing myself to look up at him.There's a bit of silence."You're payi

AN ESCAPECeicly "Here are your keys, ma'am. That way to the elevator," the lady behind the counter points to a metal door on the right along the spacious hallway. "Third floor, room number 06. Do enjoy your stay." She flashes her perfect white teeth. I don't respond, already on my way. The hotel, which I didn't bother checking the name of, looks aesthetically pleasing. Not like I care, just need a place to crash before I begin house hunting. Inside, I take off my wedding dress, rolling it into a ball and dumping it in the waste bin. Crazy how my life keeps falling apart.I sink into the neatly dressed, gigantic bed, letting my emotions take over me. I hate myself for crying for a man who did me dirty, and is probably still f**kin' the hell out of who is supposed to be my sister. I hate that I let him do me dirty. That I didn't see the signs up until the altar. I never believed love is blind, like they always say. I still don't, but I think I'm very foolish.I grab some

BETRAYAL CEICLY I ascend the stairs of Bruno's mansion to his bedroom, gathering the sides of my dress upward to keep from tripping.A tiny voice in my head keeps whispering "let go," but my desire to get to the bottom of this is stronger, so I keep climbing. Something is definitely wrong, and I need to hear from my man. I can't give up on us just like that. Earlier today, shortly before the wedding, I spoke to Bruno over the phone. Everything was fine. He promised me forever and listed all the sweet things he wanted to do to me tonight. There was no hesitation in his voice-I kind of have a sixth sense for that. And now, he suddenly loves Chloe and wants to marry her?This has to be a setup. Bruno must be caught up in something. Threats maybe. If that's the case, we can run away. Far away. Get married in private. He needs to say the word. God, please help him say the word. "Hmm! Fuck...yes. YES. YES. Right there, baby...hmm." "Yeah...yeah...Yes," a feminine voice

HEARTBREAKCecilyBruno is late as always.Late to dates. Late to important convos. Never be late for sex.For the latter, I know better to wait. But today is to be different. I suppose habits don’t die simply because I'm wearing white.My legs tremble with every step down the aisle, closing the distance between us. Chloe, my stepsister, walks behind me, holding the hem of my gigantic gown like she's done it a thousand times before. "Cecily, I'll be the perfect chief bridesmaid, just let me, please," she said, her eyes lit, leaving me little room to refuse.Like every other stepsister story, we aren't the closest. Antagonist is actually a generous description. She's made my life a living nightmare since grade five, when they moved in. She and Aunt Elena — my father’s mistress, after Mum died. I survived. Got used to it. Eventually, the chaos just became...normal.But lately, something feels off. Chloe's change during the wedding preparations.It's been abrupt, like a switch flippe