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I ran.I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, tears blurring my vision as I stumbled down the long driveway of the mansion. The image of Dahlia on top of Chandler kept flashing in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. My chest felt like it was being crushed. Every sob tore out of me, raw and broken.How could he?After everything.After he told me I was his. After the way he held me. After the baby growing inside me that he didn’t eROXETTEI ran.I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, tears blurring my vision as I stumbled down the long driveway of the mansion. The image of Dahlia on top of Chandler kept flashing in my mind like a nightmare I couldn’t escape. My chest felt like it was being crushed. Every sob tore out of me, raw and broken.How could he?After everything.After he told me I was his. After the way he held me. After the baby growing inside me that he didn’t even know about.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. All I could do was run.The night air was cold against my wet cheeks as I reached the street. Streetlights flickered above me, casting long shadows. I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed to get away. Away from that house. Away from the pain that was swallowing me whole.My phone was still in my bag, but I didn’t reach for it. I didn’t want to see any messages from Chandler. Not now. Not when my heart was sh
ROXETTEI couldn’t stay away any longer.After spending days at my mom’s penthouse, I had been drowning in my own thoughts. The pregnancy test still sat in my bag like a secret I wasn’t ready to share with anyone yet. I had cried, I had stared at the wall for hours, and I had tried to make sense of everything. But no matter how much I tried to think things through, one feeling kept pulling at me stronger than the rest.I missed him.I missed Chandler.I missed the way he held me, the way he called me “baby girl,” the way his presence made the chaos in my life feel a little less heavy. Even with everything falling apart around me — Diana’s hatred, the bullying, the stalker messages — being away from him had started to feel wrong. Like I had left a part of myself behind.My phone had been on silent for most of the day, but when I finally checked it that evening, my heart skipped when I saw his messages.**Chandler:** Where did you go? You didn’t say anything before leaving.**Chandler:*
ROXETTEI didn’t go back to the estate that night.After telling my mom the news and crying in her arms for what felt like hours, I asked if I could stay with her for a few days. She didn’t hesitate. She just nodded, wiped my tears, and told me the guest room was already made up for me. I think she could see how much I needed space to breathe.I didn’t tell Chandler.I didn’t even text him.I left the short note on his nightstand before I left, but after that… nothing. No calls. No messages. I turned my phone on silent and slipped it into the drawer of the nightstand in my mom’s guest room, where I wouldn’t have to look at it every five minutes.I just… couldn’t face him yet.Not when my head was still spinning.I stayed in bed most of the next day, staring at the ceiling while my mom moved quietly around the penthouse, giving me the space she knew I needed. Every so often she would knock softly and bring me something to eat or a cup of tea, but she didn’t push me to talk. She underst
ROXETTEI couldn’t stop staring at the test.The two pink lines stared back at me, clear and undeniable. I had taken three more tests just to be sure, lining them up on the bathroom counter like little soldiers confirming the same terrifying, overwhelming truth.I was pregnant.Chandler’s baby was growing inside me.I sat on the edge of the bathtub for what felt like hours, my mind spinning in circles. One second I felt a strange, warm flutter of joy — a tiny life, our child, something that was part of both of us. The next second, panic crashed over me like a wave. How was I supposed to do this? I was still in school. My life was a complete mess — Diana hated me, the stalker was back, the bullying was getting worse. How could I bring a baby into all of this chaos?Tears started falling before I even realized I was crying.I didn’t know why I was crying. It wasn’t sadness exactly. It was everything — fear, shock, love, guilt, hope, terror — all mixed together in a storm I couldn’t cont
ROXETTEI ate like I hadn’t seen food in weeks.At breakfast that morning, I devoured everything on my plate — scrambled eggs, bacon, toast with butter and jam, fresh fruit, and two glasses of orange juice. I barely paused between bites. My mom watched me with raised eyebrows, but it was Chandler’s amused gaze that made me finally slow down.He leaned back in his chair, coffee in hand, a small smirk playing on his lips.“Someone’s hungry,” he said, voice low and teasing.I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. I swallowed the last bite of toast and wiped my mouth with a napkin, suddenly shy under his watchful eyes.“I… I’ve just been stressed out lately,” I mumbled, looking down at my empty plate. “That’s why. Stress makes me eat more.”Chandler chuckled softly, the sound warm and fond. He reached across the table and brushed his thumb over my knuckles.“I’m not complaining,” he said. “Eat as much as you want, baby girl. You need the energy.”He watched me for a moment longer, eyes soft w
DAHLIAI slammed the door to my hotel suite so hard the walls shook.That arrogant bastard.Chandler had looked at me like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. Like I was some pathetic ex-wife begging for scraps. The nerve of him — sitting there in that expensive lounge, sipping his whiskey like he was above it all, telling me to stop messaging him.As if he had any right to dismiss me after everything.I paced the length of the room, my heels clicking angrily against the marble floor. My cheek still burned from where I had slapped him, but the sting was nothing compared to the rage boiling in my chest.Roxette.That little bitch.She was the reason he was pushing me away. I could see it in his eyes. The way he defended her. The way he looked at me like I was the problem when *she* was the one who had weaseled her way into his bed.How the hell was I supposed to seduce him now?I needed him. I needed his money, his connections, his sponsorship. My fashion career had completely co
ROXETTEThe ride back to Chandler’s estate with Diana felt like it lasted forever. I sat in the backseat with Diana, her driver driving the SUV. I stared out the window, barely saying a word. Diana kept talking, ranting about the cheerleaders, promising she would report the video, swearing she had
ROXETTEI didn’t feel safe.Even locked inside the bathroom stall, the walls felt too thin, the air too heavy. My hands shook so badly I could barely hold my phone. The three cruel messages glowed on the screen like accusations I couldn’t escape.[Little slut.][Fucking your bestfriend’s father, sh
ROXETTEI couldn’t breathe.The second the cheerleaders turned their backs and strutted away laughing, my legs started moving on their own. I grabbed my bag and practically ran across the grass toward the nearest building, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack. My vision b
ROXETTEMonday came too quickly.I dragged myself to campus after restless nights, still feeling the faint ache between my legs and the ghost of Chandler’s touch on my skin. The turtleneck from yesterday had been swapped for a light scarf wrapped high around my neck to hide the fading hickeys. Dia







