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TWO COULD PLAY THAT GAME

ผู้เขียน: Ella Mart
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-10 10:14:12

MELISSA’S POV

After practice, I didn’t bother trying to call Xavier again.

The truth was, I had already done that more than I cared to admit—watched his name flash on my screen, tapped “call,” and waited for the faintest sound of his voice on the other end. And every time, the call had rung until it faded into that hollow void of voicemail.

So, that night, I decided to let him be.

It was easier to pretend I wasn’t bothered than to keep chasing silence.

I curled up in bed with my phone, mindlessly scrolling, until Marco’s name popped up in the group chat.

> Marco: “Morning shoot tomorrow. Everyone be there early. 8:30 sharp.”

I groaned, already dreading the thought of waking up before the sun was truly up. My thumb hovered over the screen as the others reacted with emojis and short replies.

Then Xavier’s name lit up in the chat.

> Xavier: “Can you just let us off for a week! ”

The laughing emoji might as well have been a blade.

He could respond here, joke around with everyone… yet he c
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  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    TWO COULD PLAY THAT GAME

    MELISSA’S POVAfter practice, I didn’t bother trying to call Xavier again.The truth was, I had already done that more than I cared to admit—watched his name flash on my screen, tapped “call,” and waited for the faintest sound of his voice on the other end. And every time, the call had rung until it faded into that hollow void of voicemail.So, that night, I decided to let him be.It was easier to pretend I wasn’t bothered than to keep chasing silence.I curled up in bed with my phone, mindlessly scrolling, until Marco’s name popped up in the group chat.> Marco: “Morning shoot tomorrow. Everyone be there early. 8:30 sharp.”I groaned, already dreading the thought of waking up before the sun was truly up. My thumb hovered over the screen as the others reacted with emojis and short replies.Then Xavier’s name lit up in the chat.> Xavier: “Can you just let us off for a week! ”The laughing emoji might as well have been a blade.He could respond here, joke around with everyone… yet he c

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    PRACTICE

    MELISSA’S POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling… lighter.No headaches. No tightness in my chest. No weight pressing down on me like the day before.Just sunlight peeking through the blinds and a quiet hum of peace in the silence of my room.It felt foreign.Maybe because I wasn’t used to peace lasting longer than five minutes. But as I sat up and stretched my arms above my head, I realized something—I wanted to keep this feeling.Yesterday had been chaos.From the social media storm to the overwhelming flood of emotions, and Xavier… him stepping in like that. Honestly, I didn’t know how to process it.I’d spent half the night overthinking his post, trying to dissect every word, every sentence. Was it all for the internet? Was he just trying to salvage the situation for PR? Or… did he mean it?And if he did—why? Why go that far for me?I still didn’t have the answers. Maybe I never would. Maybe it didn’t matter.Because today wasn’t about Xavier.Today was about me.I had something

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    HE SAID IT LIKE HE MEANT IT

    MELISSA’S POVI sat cross-legged on my bed, the glow of my screen casting a bluish hue on my face. The chaos online had simmered down, and if I were being honest, it had very little to do with me. It was Xavier. His words. His post. The way he shielded me like I was something worth protecting.And I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.It didn’t make sense—not completely. Not after the way he acted at the dinner. The distance. The quiet tension radiating from him. The way he avoided eye contact like I was something fragile or tainted.So why did he defend me so fiercely?I stared at our last message thread, my thumb hovering over the screen.Earlier today, I saw his post—how he stood up for me in front of the entire world. He called me his girlfriend. Told everyone to back off. Even made a joke about sending that guy to the ancestors. And it worked. The internet changed its tune almost instantly. The comments were softer. Supportive. Kind.But now, with everything quiet around me, a

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    THE CALM IN MY CHAOS

    MELISSA'S POVI was still reeling from the email.The glow of being nominated as a finalist for Miss England hadn’t worn off yet. It still didn’t feel real. I’d read the message over and over again, as if the words might vanish if I blinked too hard. Even with the chaos that had clouded my morning, that one email had felt like a hand reaching down and lifting me from the mess.For the first time in days, I felt light.Hopeful.I had been smiling, hugging a pillow to my chest, letting the idea of Miss World, cameras, gowns, interviews, and finally making something mine swirl around in my head—when my phone vibrated again.Just one name popped up.Xavier Kesh.And I froze. It wasn’t a text. It was a post.My thumb hovered over it for a few seconds, my pulse flickering at my wrist. I wasn’t even sure what I was bracing for—an announcement? A cryptic caption? A quiet unfollow?But when I tapped on it… I saw his face.And everything inside me unraveled.It wasn’t just the way he looked on

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    LET HER BE

    XAVIER'S POVSteam curled around me as I stepped out of the bathroom, towel slung low on my waist, my hair still dripping. I rubbed the back of my neck as I reached for my phone on the sink counter, the screen lighting up with endless notifications—Instagram tags, Twitter mentions, message alerts, news pings.I frowned.Thirty-three missed notifications in just ten minutes?What the hell?I tapped the first one and instantly, my entire feed exploded with chaos. Videos. Threads. Heated arguments. Memes. Headlines.Melissa Brown.Reunion Drama.Viral altercation.Oh my gosh.Katrina had mentioned the reunion briefly the other day, but I hadn’t given it much thought. I figured it was just a regular night with awkward hugs and fake compliments. Maybe some petty gossip. But this?This was a digital bloodbath.Video clips showed Melissa rising from her seat, storming toward some guy—Alfred, apparently—and slamming his face into the table after he made some vile comment about her sleeping he

  • BORROWED LOVE ON ICE    BREAKING, THEN BECOMING.

    MELLISA'S POVI was having a good dream.One of those warm, fuzzy ones that didn’t make a lot of sense but felt like safety. No pressure. No whispers. No past dragging me down. Just… peace. Until the universe decided to wake me up with a vengeance.My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.Ding. Ding. Ding. One after another, like the world had collectively decided to scream at me through a glowing rectangle.Groaning, I reached across the bed and fumbled for the phone, the screen nearly blinding in the early morning darkness.Thirty-seven notifications. Three missed calls. Fifteen unread messages.And every single one of them… was about me.I sat up slowly, heart in my throat, stomach already sinking as I opened the first group chat.Screenshots. Mentions. Clips.The incident from last night.My jaw clenched as I scrolled through the posts. The comments. The headlines. That video of me grabbing Alfred James by the collar and smashing his smug face against the table. People had turned it into a

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