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Stuck in the middle

Author: Krysteewrites
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-04 07:06:32

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW

“You’re trending again,” the assistant mumbled from the hallway.

I didn’t care.

Until I picked up my phone. And saw it.

#UnforgivingQueen

#TessaSpeaks

‘Seirra Morgan doesn’t forgive people. Not even when they beg.’

What the—

I clicked it.

And then I heard my own damn voice.

> “I don’t forgive you.”

I froze. Jaw clenched. The room spun for a second.

I listened again.

Tessa’s breath. My words. Every goddamn syllable. She had recorded me. And released it. Publicly. Like some PR stunt to paint herself as the broken little angel who tried to apologize but got snubbed by big bad Seirra Morgan.

The comments were on fire.

> “She thinks she’s God or what?”

“At least Tessa tried.”

“Typical Seirra. Ice queen in designer heels.”

“No wonder all her relationships crash.”

“Poor Liam. Poor Logan. Honestly.”

I dropped the phone and screamed into my hands.

“Becca!” I yelled.

Silence.

Right. She wasn’t speaking to me.

Because of Logan.

God.

Everything was a damn mess.

And then, m
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