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Chapter 16: "Don't Leave Me Rennie"
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"Why wouldn't people want to become friends with you? I mean, look at you—you're funny, you're smart, and you're kind. That's the formula to eternal friendship," I said, brushing her hair back, before I muttered, "And also, if they had sense and style, they'd notice you're the elite Shawn Wolfe's daughter." "You're right! Everyone always falls in love with my personality—you did, so did Uncle Darlington. So I'm sure they will too! All we need now is Daddy's permission so I can finally go to school again. And I'm sure he'll listen to you, since you're my mum and he is my dad." I'm still not sure how I'll get to explain to Diane that I may be her real mom... but Shawn might not be her real dad. And how on earth do I break the news that I'm getting married to Darlington soon? "Mom, what are you thinking about?" Diane asked, tapping me back to reality. "It's nothing. Just get ready and meet me in the kitchen so you can have your breakfast." "Okay, I will. See you in two hours," Dia
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I reached for the light switch, hoping to turn on the power— but a strong grip caught my wrist. And just as I lit up the room, there he was. Shawn. Already an inch from my face. I froze thinking he was drunk. But the wetness on his skin... and the sharpness in his eyes told another story. “Hey—let go of me,” I said, slipping out from under his arm. But before I could grab the door handle, he yanked my wrist again—hard—pulling me against his chest. “Why can’t you understand?” he growled. “I’m in love with you. Why can’t you see—every time I see you with him, my blood boils.” His hand tangled in my hair, gripping it too rough. Too desperate. “No, Shawn!!,” I snapped. “Why can’t you understand? That the "him" is the only reason I’m still alive. When you left me behind to protect your reputation, he walked away from a billion-dollar empire—just to stand beside me.” Shawn still didn't flinch. “So it’s still about that old story of deserting you?” he said bit
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DING-DONG. The doorbell rang just as I stepped out of the shower. My hair was still damp. My skin still wet. From the way the person rang the bell, it either meant we were being invaded—or the delivery driver came back for her tip. So I tiptoed toward the door, wrapped in a towel, and peeked through the peephole. “Hello!! Who’s there?” I asked. “It’s us, c’mon! Open the door—quickly!” a voice shouted back. And that wasn’t just any voice. It was Shawn and Darlington. Together. I froze. Because I was only in a towel. If it were just Darlington, I might’ve risked it—but Shawn? Standing right beside him? Oh, heck no. I was just about to tiptoe away and pretend I didn’t hear a thing... When they both shouted for help. “Open up! We need help!” And just like that—against all dignity and shame—I yanked the door open. As I yanked the door open there they were. Darlington, wide-eyed, holding a giant duffel bag like he was running from a crime scene. Shawn, in an unbuttoned d
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The first three days felt like a never-ending game of cards.Not poker. Not blackjack.Something crueler.A game with no dealer. No rules. And I was always one card short.There were twists.Like the night Diane almost called me “Mom.”“Mom—”She’d whispered it as she reached out toward her night lantern. Just one syllable. One fragile breath.Then she stopped herself.Paused mid-reach like her throat had caught fire.And walked barefoot across the room to switch it on herself.She didn’t say another word.Didn’t even glance my way.That half-spoken word? It was the closest I had come to winning.But the game wasn’t over.There was suspense.The kind that crept in on quiet mornings when I’d put on her favorite cartoon—Planet of Princess.The intro alone used to make her dance like her bones were made of gum.I remember her yelling from the top of the stairs:“Renzy! Renzy! It’s starting! Don’t stay late or you’ll miss her magic twirl!”And now?Now she barely blinked. Just glanced at
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