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2025-09-29 23:29:00POV Anastasia
Well… this wasn’t exactly how I planned for Delilah to find out.I mean, I had imagined a lot of possible scenarios—slipping up, her snooping through my texts, maybe her catching me sneaking out of the apartment again.But not this.Not her putting it together right in front of the whole damn school hallway, her voice carrying like a fucking megaphone.“Oh my GOD. Oh my actual GOD, Anastasia !”Three freshman scatter like roaches when the lights come on.“Delilah , what the hell—”“You’re sleeping with Professor Montelli !” Her eyes are literally bulging out of her skull. “And his wife! Holy fucking shit!”My blood turns to Arctic slush. “What are you talking about?”“Don’t you DARE lie to me right now!” She’s pointing at me like I just confessed to murder.“You’re completely insane.”“Am I? Because you’ve been sneaking out at weird hours, you smell different.”Shit. Shit shit shit.“Janitor’s closet. NOW.” Sh
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POV Alexander I hadn’t wanted to be there either.A dinner with Harold, some prestigious family whose name gets whispered in board meetings, and the mystery woman I’m being strong-armed into marrying? This whole thing feels like a slow-motion disaster wrapped in expensive linens and fake politeness.I’m nursing my scotch like it’s life support while Harold holds court with Roberto Martinez—two old war generals planning their next conquest over wagyu beef and decades-old grudges. They’re talking about market consolidation and strategic partnerships like they’re discussing the weather instead of my entire fucking future.“The merger will be seamless,” Harold’s saying, swirling his drink with the satisfaction of someone who’s never had to live with the consequences of his decisions. “Both companies benefit. Both families win.”Both families. Right. Because apparently I’m just another asset to be leveraged in whatever corporate chess game th
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POV Alexander I’m looking at photos from a conference last year, and this is officially the most pathetic thing I’ve done since I fired the woman I’m obsessed with for crimes she didn’t commit while simultaneously destroying the last functioning piece of my emotional infrastructure.There she is. Anaise. Standing behind some venture capitalist who’s probably mansplaining blockchain technology or cryptocurrency or whatever buzzword bullshit passes for innovation these days, while she calculates his net worth down to the penny with the kind of mathematical precision that used to make me forget basic human functions like breathing and forming coherent sentences.She’s wearing that navy dress I remember—the one that made me forget how to form complete sentences during our morning meetings, the one that made me spill coffee on quarterly reports because apparently my motor skills shut down when confronted with the sight of her looking like competence wrapped in
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