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When Love Spoke and Fear Answered

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I really looked at him as though the words he had just spoken were fragile things, glass-thin, trembling in the air between us, capable of shattering if I touched them too quickly or breathed too hard.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, shock rooting me to the chair. “When you say… official. What do you really mean, Soren?”

He didn’t look away.

Not even for a heartbeat.

“I mean we stop pretending,” he said calmly, but there was nothing casual about the way his eyes held mine. “I mean we date for real. I want us to be free to express the love we have hidden in our hearts for long. We both know how our hearts yearn to be noticed.”

My breath caught, sharp and shallow, like I’d forgotten how to draw it properly.

“I like you,” he continued, and something shifted in his voice then, something softer, warmer, almost unrecognizable

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  • I was more than pretty   More than enough

    The office had quieted in a way that felt almost surreal after the storm of emotions that had just passed. I was still pressed against Soren’s chest, my tears soaked into his crisp shirt, my body trembling from the release of hours of pent-up fear, doubt, and longing.He held me there, and in that silence, I realized how safe I felt. Safe in a way that I hadn’t felt in years—since Julian’s betrayal, since the nights filled with confusion and heartbreak, since the moments where I thought love was nothing but a cruel trick.Soren’s hand slid slowly up again to cradle the back of my head, his thumb brushing along my temple as if to soothe not just my body, but every scar I carried inside.“Eve,” he murmured, voice low, intimate, and utterly grounding. “Please look at me.”I lifted my tear-streaked face slowly, still unsure, still hesitant, and our eyes met. The intensity

  • I was more than pretty   The Day I Chose Him

    I woke up the next morning with a strange stillness inside me.It wasn’t peace.It wasn’t certainty either.It was resolve.The kind that settles quietly after a long war, when your heart is tired of running in circles and your mind finally whispers, enough. I lay on my bed for a long moment, staring at the ceiling, again. The cracks there seemed more familiar than usual, like old companions who had witnessed too many of my sleepless nights. Outside my window, the city was waking up slowly—car horns in the distance, a vendor calling out, the faint hum of life continuing whether I was ready or not.My chest felt tight. Too tight. Like something fragile was being held together by sheer will. But beneath that tightness was something else—steady, unyielding. Something that refused to be shaken no matter how hard fear tried to claw its way back in.I knew what I had to do.The knowing didn’t arri

  • I was more than pretty   When silence learned to speak

    While Serena battled her own new world of cruelty and loss, Eve was fighting a quieter war—one that lived in her chest, one that wore the face of restraint and fear, and carried the name Soren.⚜️━━━⚜️━━━⚜️The office had not changed.The halls were still polished, the air still perfumed with ambition and routine. Files moved. Meetings happened. People laughed, whispered, worked.Yet for me, everything felt different.I had become more conscious of myself.Of my steps.Of my breathing.Of the way my heart reacted before my mind had time to intervene.Every time the chairman passed through the corridor, my body seemed to sense him before my eyes did. A pause would happen without intention. A stillness I never planned. Then our gazes would meet.And time would stretch.We would look at each other for seconds that felt like minutes. No smiles. No words. No gestures bold enough to be called

  • I was more than pretty   What the Walls Heard

    The kitchen smelled of onions and oil.It was a smell Serena had come to know too well—sharp, lingering, clinging to her skin long after the fire was turned off. Her hands moved mechanically over the cutting board, slicing vegetables with practiced precision, even as her mind drifted far away from the present.The knife paused mid-air.Without warning, Eve’s voice echoed in her head.“Thank you… for taking my life.”Serena’s fingers tightened around the handle. She had heard that from Eve, not once but twice.Her chest constricted.She hadn’t thought about those words in days. Weeks, maybe. She had buried them under exhaustion, under pain, under humiliation. But now, standing alone in the kitchen, they rose up like ghosts that refused to stay buried.“Thank you for taking my life.”A strange chill crept down her spine.“What did you mean by

  • I was more than pretty   A House That Devoured Her

    Julian’s family house had once looked like a palace to Serena.Back then, the iron gates had felt grand rather than confining, the kind of entrance that promised security and permanence. The marble floors had shone like proof that she had arrived somewhere important. The chandeliers had glimmered above her like blessings, catching the light and scattering it in ways that made everything feel expensive and untouchable.Now, the same house felt like a cage that had finally closed.The gates did not guard her anymore—they trapped her.The marble floors no longer gleamed with beauty; they reflected her exhaustion.The chandeliers did not sparkle—they watched, cold and unfeeling, as though they bore silent witness to her slow undoing.Nothing in that house belonged to her.Not even the air felt hers to breathe freely.Serena no longer slept in a bedroom.That right had been stripped from her wi

  • I was more than pretty   He didn’t deserve it!

    The moment I stepped out of Soren’s house, the air struck me like punishment.Cold.Sharp.Unforgiving.It sliced through my skin, through my clothes, through the thin layer of strength I had borrowed just long enough to run. My steps carried me forward automatically at first, fast and uneven, driven by nothing but instinct. But after a few meters, they slowed. Then faltered.The adrenaline drained from my body all at once, leaving behind something raw and ugly, something heavy enough to buckle my knees if I let it.Regret.My chest tightened painfully as the weight of what I had just done came crashing down on me.What did I just do?The question echoed inside my head, loud and relentless. I lifted a trembling hand to my mouth, my breath breaking apart as fragments of the moment replayed against my will. His face, open and vulnerable. His voice, steady and sincere. The way his hands had held mine as

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