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Author: Ms. Anonymous
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-24 00:09:42
EMILIA

Evening comes around faster than I expect, and to my absolute horror, Liam and I are forced to drag ourselves to the deck for some grand announcement from the soon-to-be-weds.

I feel like I’ve said this a million times, but the cruise is massive — so big that the thirty-something guests on board feel like a drop in the ocean.

Either they’re too busy lounging in their luxury suites, avoiding Liam and me, or this ship is just that enormous, because after running into Stone, we don’t see a single familiar face.

Not that I’m complaining.

Liam’s hand is warm in mine as we make our way to the deck, his thumb tracing idle circles against my skin like he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.

I don’t know if it’s meant to be comforting or if he just likes touching me, but either way, it’s convincing enough.

My heart shouldn’t be beating this fast from something so simple.

“Remind me again why we’re going to this thing?” I mumble, leaning into him slightly.

“Because we’re technical
Ms. Anonymous

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    EMILIAI knock on the door to Tessa’s home office for what feels like the hundredth time. Still locked.Of course it is.I shift the tray in my hands — a small bowl of fruit, a plain oatmeal, a few slices of toast. Nothing fancy. Just something soft, light. Something she can’t argue with.She hasn’t eaten since she locked herself in there yesterday. I’m sure of it.“Tess,” I call gently. “I made you breakfast.”Silence.I wait, like maybe this time will be different. It isn’t.I sigh, resting my forehead against the door.When I first came back three weeks ago, I let myself believe her behaviour was temporary. That the Tessa I knew — stubborn, bright, always two steps ahead of herself — would bounce back. She’d followed me to the station, hadn’t she? Kept her promise. That had to count for something.But the longer I stay, the more I watch her unravel — quietly, steadily — the more I realise I might’ve come back to a stranger.I close my eyes and raise my voice just enough to be heard

  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   It’s Always Emilia

    ZANETHREE WEEKS LATERThe score buzzer screams. 3–2, final.Another goddamn loss.I slam my stick into the boards on my way off the ice. The blade snaps clean in half. Splinters fly. I don’t care.Chicago Blizzards vs. Detroit Forge. At home. A packed arena and we still managed to fumble the lead in the last seven minutes. It’s our third straight loss. We’re sliding hard. No chemistry. No structure. Everyone playing like they’ve never shared a line before.And yeah — maybe that’s because we’re not the team we’re supposed to be.Not without Stone.The name leaves a sour taste. I don’t even want to think it, let alone say it out loud. But his ghost’s in every shift we play. Every missed backcheck. Every puck we don’t clear. He’s the elephant in the damn locker room.He’s been suspended indefinitely. “Pending further investigation,” the official statement said. The league’s keeping it vague. The team’s been tight-lipped. But the boys? We know.Everyone knows.Emilia filed a police repor

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    EMILIAThere’s a beat.Then all hell breaks loose.“What?” Tuli snaps, voice cutting like glass.“What the fuck are you talking about?” Seth shouts, already stepping forward like he needs to physically shake the truth out of her.Liam doesn’t move. Doesn’t flinch. His face is carved out of stone.Jessica keeps going. Her voice wobbles now, but she doesn’t stop. “There was never anything between Liam and me. Not romantically. Not physically. I never even thought it was possible people would believe that Liam—” Her words trail off, shoulders curling in. “There was nothing like that. Ever.”Tuli’s hands tremble, but her mouth stays firm. “Jessica, what is the meaning of this? Don’t be ridiculous. Of course Liam is Rowland’s father. You’re his mother. You can’t just disown the poor boy—”“I’m not disowning him!” Jessica barks, turning on her like she’s been holding it in for years. “And don’t you dare act like I did this alone. If you want someone to blame, look at your husband. He manipu

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  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   A Tragedy in Three Acts.

    EMILIAIt.That alone is enough to knock the air out of my lungs from pure shock. “Excuse me?”She gives me a tight, diplomatic smile. “You’re excused. Quickly, please. I need to speak to my son.”Wow.Meeting your boyfriend’s mother half-naked isn’t exactly the dream scenario, but the look in her eyes tells me this isn’t about my towel.Her gaze drags over me like a lint roller: wet hair, flushed face, damp towel clutched like armour, and — cherry on top — the key still clenched in my fist.And then it lands. That look. I know it. The one that calculates the precise number of rosaries it’ll take to spiritually fumigate this room.She tilts her head, slow and deliberate — the kind of tilt only women with Pilates abs and generational wealth can pull off. Her voice is all satin and side-eye when she turns to Liam. “Darling,” she says. “What, exactly, is that?”Not who.What.Like I’m an infestation.And just like that, I want to laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because it’s so absurdl

  • Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player   White, Pink & Black

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