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Tiara

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sounds are faint, distorted, like somehow, my head is dunked underwater and I am listening to the dim sounds from above.

I listen as the time slips by because really I do not have a choice, it is all I can do anyway. My limbs are stiff, my whole body feels numb and my ears seem to be the only thing that is working.

At first, I canโ€™t make out the words, it is more like a blur, a light buzz in my state. But as time goes on the words drifts to me, clear as a dream.

Hence, I listen to the occasional tearful, โ€œIs she going to be okay?โ€

And the hundreds of masculine, โ€œIโ€™m not leaving her side, youโ€™re gonna have to fucking drag me out and put me on a fucking wheelchair.โ€

And the usual, โ€œIf you think Iโ€™m gonna let the stupid authorities handle this you must be joking.โ€

And the sporadic, โ€œYouโ€™ve got to get up, Tiara. The sunset is wasting every single day.โ€

It takes me a while to figure out the voices and at first it comes as a kind of disturb to my otherwise peacef
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  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Unexpected Visit

    Chapter OneTiaraA sheath, a trumpet, an empire waistโ€ฆWhat do you wear for a wedding that spellsโ€ฆ โ€˜back offโ€™ in bold capital letters?Going through the dresses on my bed I sigh inwardly and raise a copper sheath dress to the mirror. Ugly enough. But not exactly classy. I want something that says classy in a Iโ€™d-rather-be-anywhere-but-here style.My sister โ€“ Ciara โ€“ is finally getting married, choosing to stay with the son of the billionaire she was having an affair with last year. As if the world needed any reminder that Ciara Lemptons all but public-fucked a man thrice her age.Maybe if I choose not to go for the wedding she wouldnโ€™t notice?Who am I kidding, she definitely wouldnโ€™t notice. I could hit her up the next day with a โ€˜lovely dress yesterdayโ€™ text and she would probably reply with something like โ€˜whateverโ€™ without ever knowing better.But my mom and her dad โ€ฆ and my dad would definitely notice my absence. The dried up daises next to the watered roses.Sighing again, loud

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2025-03-18
  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Vengeance Pact

    Chapter TwoRyanHer pretty face scrunches up with confusion and what I figure could be anger. โ€œAre you fucking kidding me?โ€I hold a hand up, placating. โ€œHold up Tee, I โ€“โ€โ€œRyan I-is this your idea of a joke?โ€โ€œA joke? Whoa,โ€ I give her a lopsided smile, โ€œyโ€™know people would pay good money to be with me yeah?โ€She stares at me squarely, a brow arching with a small shake of her head.My smile drops. โ€œYeah I probably shouldnโ€™t have said that. Listen Tee, you donโ€™t have to do it if you donโ€™t want to.โ€โ€œI donโ€™t wโ€”โ€โ€œBut I really want you to.โ€โ€œWhat โ€“ why would you want me to, Ryan? Why would I even want to date you? Youโ€™re with my sister.โ€โ€œNot anymore. I was with your sister.โ€She shrugs. โ€œPotatoe Potato. Everyone knows yโ€™all still hook up.โ€โ€œTeeโ€”โ€โ€œYโ€™all are still into each other, obviously, thereโ€™s no way in hell, Iโ€™m getting into that. Ciara loves you.โ€โ€œThatโ€™s kinda my whole point.โ€She stares at me for a beat. And then it hit her. She gasps, โ€œOh my God.โ€I try again. โ€œTeeโ€”โ€โ€œYou wa

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2025-03-18
  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย A Kiss to Remember

    Chapter ThreeTiaraDid I just agree to date Ryan Shelby?Well not practically date him, โ€˜fakeโ€™ date him, like Ryan Reynolds and Sandra Bullock in The Proposal. How crazy can this be?How crazy can I get?Giving up on the dress hunt, I fold my dresses back into the closet and sprawl on my bed, replaying the last one hour in my head. One hour, thatโ€™s all it took for my whole world to turn upside down.Or is it downside up?To be painfully honest, my life is nowhere going where I planned. Not like I planned much. But ever since I started my own studio with Melody, itโ€™s not been as full blown as expected.Youโ€™ll think the daughter of Grace Lemptons would encounter more success in New York.My mother grew up in a small hometown in England like a normal child, but from the time she moved to New York, she has always been the center of things, getting more and more famous the more she grew. It has always been her thing, her charisma, another thing Ciara inherited from her and I didnโ€™t. Marry

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2025-03-18
  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Sexual Strain

    RyanThe drive to the airport is a silent one.Tiara is unbelievably quiet, staring out the window of the passenger seat as the city of New York whips by, with her hair slightly billowing around her. She turns to my direction once and goes back to staring.โ€œMusic?โ€ I ask her after twenty minutes of silence.She blinks, focusing on me as if surprised Iโ€™m in the car. โ€œMusic.Yeah.โ€โ€œWhat do you like?โ€She gives me a rueful smile and shrugs lightly, using her index fingers to shift the hair from her face. โ€œSame old.โ€Eyes on the road, I reach out to the infotainment system with my right hand and scroll through a list of songs settling on Alina Barazโ€™s โ€˜Electricโ€™.She sends me a grin and I return it. โ€œYou still listen to this?โ€โ€œNot everyone changes, Ryan.โ€I give her a shrug. โ€œYou did.โ€She bites her lips softly and automatically my gaze is drawn to its lusciousness, my mind replaying the way it felt, plump and willing under mine a few minutes ago.Color creeps up to her cheeks and she dr

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2025-03-23
  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Ocean City, Maryland

    TiaraOkay maybe I overreacted a little.Or more than a little.I probably shouldnโ€™t have fired at him like that. Especially since I had no right to. But he had called our kiss โ€˜nothingโ€™. A kiss that had me reeling from it for over hours. It had not been nothing. At least not for me.I wanted to explain after, maybe even to apologize. I wanted to tell him I didnโ€™t mean to get all riled up and maybe even blame it all on the stress of the trip. But he spent a whole lotta time in the shower, and by the time he came out I was fast asleep.Throughout the entire journey during the flight and the ride to Ocean City, he remained eerily silent. The only times I heard his voice were when he had to take phone calls, otherwise, he was quiet.As we drive, to shift my attention away from his quiet brooding and the imposing presence he cuts behind the wheel I focus on the view of Ocean City landscape, unfolding outside. The city is beautiful, I see why Ciara chose to have her wedding in Maryland. As

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2025-03-24
  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย The Dating Effect

    Tiaraโ€œWhat on earth are you thinking?โ€ Melody attepmtps to infuse her tone with criticism but she is betrayed by the unmistakable undertone of excitement that bobbles in her voice.โ€œItโ€™s totally nothing, Mel.โ€โ€œNothing?โ€ she is slightly taller than me so I have to walk faster to keep up with her steps as we stride down the hallway to the Grand Ballroom, where all the guests are meeting. โ€œYou dating Ryan is not nothing. Gurl, he was your sisterโ€™s boyfriend.โ€โ€œ'Wasโ€™ being the operative word here.โ€โ€œSo what? He dumps her ass and all of a sudden heโ€™s into you?โ€โ€œMel, they broke up two years ago, and is it so hard to believe that Ryan can actually want to be with me?โ€ Even I donโ€™t believe it as the words comes out of my mouth.She shrugs her toned shoulders. โ€œActually nah, I mean you cute and all but babes, this is Ryan. Ryan Shelby. And you donโ€™t want to play with fire. You donโ€™t want to mess with Ciara now do you?โ€Technically, thatโ€™s the whole plan.โ€œWeโ€™re just yโ€™know taking things slo

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2025-03-24
  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Breakfast Martinee

    RyanThe suite is empty when I wake up. Quiet, with the distinct scent of roses that is undoubtedly Tiara. Grabbing the wedding itinerary, I go through the list of events. There is a scheduled breakfast martinee that supposedly begun an hour ago, all guests are instructed to come to the oceanfront lawn for brunch. Technically, Iโ€™m not a guest but wellโ€ฆI stride back to my room.Yesterday had been great.The look on Ciaraโ€™s face when she confronted me. The shock that had everybody frozen. The dinner that didnโ€™t hold.Ciara had stomped away right after the โ€˜stuntโ€™ we pulled and the dinner had been called off.It couldnโ€™t have gotten any better. The crowd was entranced by us, the perfect scandal. Even I was entranced. Tiara looked good in the light. Why she hadnโ€™t noticed it is still a wonder to me. Not everybody belonged in the shadows and most certainly not someone that looked the way Tiara did in that green dress.It had been a great night. At least right up to the moment when we came

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2025-03-25
  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Truth or Dare

    TiaraYou know whatโ€™s better than sailing into the sunset?Sailing into the sunset with your best friends.Rich as my family may be, Iโ€™ve never been on a yacht cruise. Never had to experience the thrill of sailing across crystal-clear waters, feeling the warm rays of sunset on my skin and the ocean breeze in my hair. Never had to inhale the salty air and feel the ripples in my skin.Just as the ride starts, I stand on the middle deck, looking over the turquoise water, letting it calm my nerves.What a great time to be alive.The yacht is breathtakingly stunning, with a sleek white hull, expansive windows, and three majestic decks.Suddenly I feel a presence behind me, and I whip around to see Ciara there, staring at me, with a smug look in her eyes. I havenโ€™t seen her all day and I wondered if it had anything to do with the scene we pulled yesterday.โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ I ask her.She saunters to stand beside me on the deck. โ€œConsidering pushing you over that railing,โ€ she says quie

    ์ตœ์‹  ์—…๋ฐ์ดํŠธ : 2025-03-25

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  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Beep

    TiaraBeep. Beep. Beep.The sounds are faint, distorted, like somehow, my head is dunked underwater and I am listening to the dim sounds from above.I listen as the time slips by because really I do not have a choice, it is all I can do anyway. My limbs are stiff, my whole body feels numb and my ears seem to be the only thing that is working.At first, I canโ€™t make out the words, it is more like a blur, a light buzz in my state. But as time goes on the words drifts to me, clear as a dream.Hence, I listen to the occasional tearful, โ€œIs she going to be okay?โ€And the hundreds of masculine, โ€œIโ€™m not leaving her side, youโ€™re gonna have to fucking drag me out and put me on a fucking wheelchair.โ€And the usual, โ€œIf you think Iโ€™m gonna let the stupid authorities handle this you must be joking.โ€And the sporadic, โ€œYouโ€™ve got to get up, Tiara. The sunset is wasting every single day.โ€It takes me a while to figure out the voices and at first it comes as a kind of disturb to my otherwise peacef

  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Jackson's Guilt

    TiaraHis eyes bore into Ciaraโ€™s as he steps further inside.โ€œJackson?โ€ I call.โ€œYou fucking tricked me!โ€ he spits out, his eyes on Ciara.Why isnโ€™t he looking at me?!Ciara blinks at him. Then at me. Mirroring the same confused expression on my face.โ€œWhat are you doing here?โ€โ€œWhat the fuck do you mean?โ€โ€œI mean, youโ€™re supposed to be one state away, back in New York.โ€โ€œWell, change of plans. They are on their way to Connecticut.โ€Wait . . . what?!โ€œWhat?โ€ Ciara voices my thought.Jackson looks exasperated when he says, โ€œYour father. He told them about his properties in Connecticut. You didnโ€™t foresee him ruining our plans when you made this hell of a plan?โ€Our plan?โ€œWhat are you talking abou โ€“ Jackson?โ€ Confusion is eating away at me and his ignoring me isnโ€™t doing anything to help my state, โ€œWhat do you mean our plan?โ€As expected, he ignores me again. โ€œYou said YOU WERE FUCKING PREGNANT!โ€ he barks instead, spit flying everywhere.โ€œA slip,โ€ Ciara shrugs, โ€œso what?โ€โ€œYeah?โ€ the l

  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Collateral

    Tiaraโ€œWhat happened to you?โ€ I ask her.Ciara has gone unnaturally silent in the few minutes after she whacked me across the face and I donโ€™t want her to entertain anymore riling thoughts in her head.โ€œTalk to me, Ciara,โ€ I almost cannot recognize my own voice. Blood is spilling from my lips and from a cut in my forehead. My eyes are dazed but I donโ€™t have the time anymore to register my pain and put all these in thoughts.I watch as her lips shift into an unamused smile, โ€œYou stole from me, Tee. Youโ€™ve been doing it for a long time now you are quite good at it.โ€โ€œBut we can fixโ€”โ€ she snorts, โ€œlisten to me, Ciara. Letโ€™s fix this. We can turn this all around. Untie me, letโ€™s go home. Weโ€™ll talk about this around a hot cup of coffee and we will forget that this ever happened.โ€She makes a short barking sound that is between a laugh and a short โ€˜haโ€™ sound. โ€œYouโ€™d want that donโ€™t you? Youโ€™d want all that and more.โ€โ€œWhat are you talking about? We can talk about this. And Ryan? He canโ€”โ€A

  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย The Search

    RyanMy hand pushes the door to a bedroom open.Empty.Then a bathroom, a guest bedroom, the closet.I hear Melody doing the same all around the house, coming up with the same results as me โ€“ nothing.This is the third house we have been to within the span of time I called Grace and now, and we still havenโ€™t found a single thing. Not a single thing to boast of.Grace was panicked when I made the call, frantically begging me to do something, anything, to bring her daughters back. โ€˜Daughtersโ€™ as in plural.I didnโ€™t stop to think about what she meant.The physical manhandling of the cop in New Jersey might get me to jail eventually but for now it seems to be doing more wonders than naught and it didnโ€™t take up to an hour before the sirens filled the air and a search warrant was issued.Tiara James-Lemptons is missing.If the cops are not going to take this serious then theyโ€™ll have to deal with the media on their necks 24/7 for the next month. That got their asses moving.I also informed

  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Hello Sister

    Tiaraโ€œHello, sister.โ€My throat tightens as the voice registers in my foggy brain.I blink, trying to block the too bright sun rays away from eyes in that single moment.Ciara moves a bit to her right so that she stands directly in front of the sun streaming through the window, shielding me and revealing her sneering face to me at the same time.I gasp. Somehow, I still held doubt in my head even after I heard her voice. Somehow, I thought I had been hallucinating things. But seeing her confirms that she is really here, and not just some figment of my own imaginations.โ€œCiara? What the fuck?โ€ I say, even though panic is tearing at my heart.This is wrong.So wrong. Surely, the hit to my head was more than I gave it credit for because now I am seeing things.Because Ciara? Yes she hates my guts but this is just . . . extreme.I try to get up to my feet to meet her gaze because the sun behind her is illuminating her features, blocking it so I know it is her but her face is kind of part

  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Bored Cop

    Ryanโ€œHow sure are you that this is an assault?โ€ The man in the cop uniform asks Melody. He has a rough beard and a cop moustache that makes him look older than his age and the bored expression on his face is like a slap to my mentality.Melody looks like she is about to shake the shit out of him when she says, โ€œWhat the fuck do you meanโ€”โ€โ€œLanguage, maโ€™am.โ€ he warns, his eyebrow raised up.โ€œHow can you stand there and ask me โ€” how can you โ€“ there is blood on the board, dammit!โ€The man gives her a warning look but doesnโ€™t say anything.She goes on anyway, โ€œThe door was left ajar, on a spring night,โ€ she emphasized, โ€œThere is blood on the skating board, and the victim is missing. What other evidence could you possibly need?โ€Immediately we found the door open and we each made rounds to different parts of the house to confirm that Tiara indeed wasnโ€™t there, we decided to call the New Jersey cops to let them know of a possible assault and file a report of a missing person.So far, there

  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Trickle

    Ryanโ€Fifty bucks, she fell asleep and forgot to text you,โ€ Jackson comments from the backseat, โ€œI mean she is human after all. We do a lot of things we havenโ€™t done before.โ€โ€œIโ€™m not taking a bet on the safety of my best friend, Jack,โ€ Melody shoots at him.โ€œSafety? I mean,โ€ Jackson shrugs, โ€œshe could literally be asleep right now, and this road trip would all be for nothing. We can just take a swing from here right now to Connecticut. I know a guy with a club that can let usโ€”โ€Melody shoots daggers at him that shuts him down.He clears his throat. โ€œHave you tried calling her again at least? I mean itโ€™s past dawn now.โ€True to his words the morning sun is trickling through the open windows into the car, the warm rays, doing nothing to uplift the coldness that has settled in my guts.Iโ€™ve forgotten that Jackson asked a question until Melody speaks up again, โ€œShe is still not picking up. Itโ€™s dawn already, Tee is a morning person. She should have been up by now. And if she isnโ€™t, then

  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย Humid

    TiaraThe humid smell of mud first hits me.For a second I am led to believe that I am in a very, very dark room. A dark room with no windows and no doors and just the right amount of oxygen.But as my eyes adjust โ€“ or in this context โ€“ fail to adjust to anything in my line of view, I realize that there is a thick material around my face that covers the entirety of my eyes. It could be sunny out there for all I know.My brain is a mush of uncontrolled thoughts and deafening buzzes and the headache just above my right eye is throbbing in a way that would make the doctors fret. If the doctors saw me now.What the fuck?What happened?The last thing I remember . . .I was in the beach house. Then I went to the beach for a stroll.No, I had gone to take my jacket from the room upstairs. But that is not the last thing I remember.The last thing I remember is me standing right across the threshold in the beach house, pulling the door open because Ryan had rang the doorbell.Wait. . .My hea

  • Ex-Periment: Fake-Dating My Sister's Exย ย ย A Necessary Insight

    Ciaraโ€œShe is being diagnosed with NPD. Itโ€™s not that rare of a case but it is as severe as any other disorder out there, maybe even more.โ€I remember the conversation like it was yesterday.I was ten years old and I remember being really glad my parents accompanied me to my therapistโ€™s that day. It was one of the trips we went without Tiara and I was super pumped that she had to stay alone with boring old Mrs. Fisher, our live-in sitter at the time.My mother had squinted her eyes at the doctor while my father remained calm like heโ€™ll rather be anywhere else in the world than here, listening to some boring ass therapist.I felt exactly the same way.โ€œWhat is that?โ€ my mother asked, โ€œWhat does NPD even mean?โ€โ€œWell,โ€ my therapist adjusted her glasses like someone about to give a very educated, very important but also very boring lecture. โ€œThe word, NPD is an acronym for โ€œNarcissistic Personality Disorderโ€ and it is categorized in most cases by a need for control, and,โ€ she starts tick

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