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Thirty ninee

Author: Hyacinth_
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-04 00:17:08

Bentley

“Hi, my beautiful baby.”

“Hi, my boy.”

I mentally mocked both of them. Why? Why does he have to show up and ruin everything for me? We were fine—a perfect, peaceful family I never really had because Jake keeps wrecking it. Now he just had to come here again with that raven-haired dwarf.

I stacked my pillows against the headboard and decided to lie down, hoping sleep would take me, but I’m exhausted and can’t drift off. I’m not jealous, am I?

I can’t be.

She’s not even mine. This is just some stupid arrangement where she gets to be my sub to get back at Jake for cheating on her.

I chew the inside of my cheek. I don’t even love her, so what’s my problem?

But I want her. And I care about her—too much.

If I keep going like this, I’m going to have a full-blown breakdown when she eventually marries him. I get out of bed and start pacing like some haunted wizard, obsessed with a woman I can’t have or love.

I toss my glasses aside and rub my eyes. Why did my life have to turn out thi
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  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Sixty twoo

    Hillary“What’s in that? And why is it wrapped like that?” Ben laughs at my desperate but funny way of concealing everything I bought for him.“None of your business,” I roll my eyes at him, clicking my seat belt back in place.“That jacket is too thin,” Ben says while shrugging off his. He takes his thick jacket and gives it to me.A wide smile spreads across my face. “Thank you,” I wear his jacket over mine, and I genuinely feel a lot warmer.“You are really not going to tell me what is in there? Smells like cookies,” Ben says, reaching into the back seat.“No, it’s a surprise for someone,” I yell, dragging him back.“I was just going to get you this,” he chuckles, throwing a blanket in my lap.“Ohh, thank you,” I smile awkwardly and turn away from him. Why is he suddenly being so nice to me? He is going to make this so much worse for me because if I already like him when he is an arrogant, narcissistic meanhead, how much more when he’s offering me blankets and jackets and stuff?Be

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Sixty onee

    Hillary “Laurel, can you get that bike out of the living room?!” My mom yells at Laurel again for riding her new electric bicycle that Bentley bought—brought for her, actually, because his company makes them. It looks so cool; I want one. I don’t know why she gets gifts all the time but not me. I mean, she already has a Bentley while I’ve literally never driven a car my entire life. Mostly because I can’t drive, but also because I don’t want to drive ever. I like the bicycle, it’s cool. But I don’t want to have to ask, I’d just steal Laurel’s own.“No, thank you, Nora,” I wave her off politely because I’d rather go ride Laurel’s bike than eat dessert with them.The table is full, surrounded by chatter and everyone just talking over each other. I love it, having the house full, a big family where no one gets to hide or be lonely. As much as Ben would rather not speak, they include him in the conversation and force him to. While the parents have moved from one conversation to another,

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Sixtyy

    Hillary “Finn!” I yell, jumping down the flight of stairs and running towards Jake’s dad. I love him so much; he makes me feel like a little girl again, and he likes to spin me around when he hugs me.“Hey-hey!” Finn lifts me off the ground and spins me. “How are you??? I missed you so much, but I know how seriously Ben takes work. How have you been surviving with him anyway?” Finn asks, lowering me back to the ground.“Ben’s… a lot,” I lower my voice conspiratorially. “But I’m surviving, and we didn’t kill each other, but it was a rough ride,” I explain, and Finn bursts into laughter, throwing his head back.“Where’s Nora?” I ask, scanning the heavily decorated living room, then shifting my eyes toward the dining area. She is over there chatting with my mom, but before I can excuse myself, the door opens.“Ben is here!!! Leo is here!!” Laurel screams from upstairs, leaning down on the railing. She must have seen them through the window of her room. If she’s just trying to trick Geor

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Fifty Nine

    HillaryI watch in the mirror as my eyelashes stand out, long and black, all brushed out. There’s a little blush on my heavy cheekbones—ones I have been accused of getting fillers in—and my plump lips are coated in pink gloss. My eyebrows are brushed out and neat as well. I don’t think I need to do anything more; I look great already. My hair is combed too, falling down my shoulders, all shiny and brown. I’m wearing a pink lounge set with a burgundy hoodie to chase the cold. I look down at my phone, back at the open chat—Bentley’s chat.I still haven’t responded to his text.Maybe I should have. Maybe I could have invited him over with his parents too. But I didn’t. I left him all alone. He is probably all alone at home, sprawled on his couch, watching some sci-fi movies or one of those nerdy shows. A small smile appears on my lips at the thought of him.I close my phone, fumbling with the necklace I have on.“You know Ben’s not coming with them, right?” I hear the soft click of my do

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Fifty eightt

    Hillary“Hilarious, get your ass up and help us here,” my mom says, barging into the kitchen where I escaped to take a seat.“C’mon, mom. I have been working all day,” I groan, getting off the stool.“Yeah, I know and I see that, but we still have a lot to do. Your in-laws are on the way and will be here anytime soon. After dinner, you can sleep till next week if you want,” she argues.I roll my eyes. “Everything is perfect, mom, stop stressing,” I tell her, patting her shoulder.“No it’s not, they are like super rich, and we need to make sure they are at least seventy percent as comfortable as they would be in their homes,” my mom insists, fretting.I stare at her. That’s the same reason she broke her back and her bank trying to make everything perfect for Ben when he had to stay.“They are not super rich. They are normal, like us. You know who is super rich? Ben—he is the reason they are everything they are today, plus they are already impressed by us, all of us. And all of this foo

  • Falling For His Dirty Trap   Fifty sevenn

    Hillary Home.I used to think home was like a house where your mom and dad and immediate family lived. I don’t think so anymore. I think home is wherever you want it to be. Wherever you have gotten so used to and comfortable in. And there can be more than one home. Home is not a building; sometimes it’s not even the people—it’s just you.I fidget with the Cartier bracelet set around my wrist. The one Ben got me. I don’t know why I can’t stop worrying about him. He is not a baby; he is a full-grown adult that knows how to handle himself. Plus, it’s only been like seven days. But I can’t help but worry. Isabel traveled for the holidays too, which means Ben’s all alone. He doesn’t have any friends—well, I doubt that Charlie or Julian would offer to spend their holidays with Ben—which means that he is alone, chugging popcorn and doing all those nerdy things, and also forgetting to eat dinner, which is like the only meal he eats in the day.I wonder how he gets to keep his breathtaking ab

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