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2026-03-17 00:05:26
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MARRIED TO MY EX-FATHER IN LAW. I DON'T KNOW
Lola's POV Yes. One single word. That’s all it took to blow my entire world apart. I’ve been rolling that “yes” around in my head the whole time since I left the restaurant. Since I turned my back on Ocean on that cold pavement, climbed into the car with Ezra, and muttered “take me home.” I sat in the back seat for twenty whole minutes just staring at my hands while London blurred past the windows like nothing fucking happened. Like my life didn’t just get flipped upside down. One word, and everything changed. When we finally get back to the house, I go straight upstairs. I hear Hannah calling my name from somewhere downstairs, all worried. I don’t stop, I can’t. I don’t have it in me to talk right now, to force words out and make them sound normal. I feel like I’m barely holding myself together. I walk into our bedroom and just stand there in the middle of it. Our bedroom, his room. The place where this whole arrangement stopped feeling fake and turned into something real a
MARRIED TO MY EX-FATHER IN LAW. HER FACE
Ocean's POV I catch one look at her face from across the busy room and my gut drops. I don’t need the exact words Willow spit out. I don’t know how she twisted it, how much poison she dropped, or how long they sat there while I had my back turned, buried in territorial bullshit with guys who suddenly don’t mean shit to me. None of that matters. I know Lola’s face better than my own. Every damn version of it. The bright, laughing one that lights up rooms. The exhausted one after a long day, the scared one that breaks my heart. The one where she’s biting her lip, fighting back tears. I know the sneaky little smile when she’s hiding something, the focused frown when she’s figuring shit out, and that soft, blurry morning face when she’s half-asleep and doesn’t know I’m watching her like a lovesick fool. But this face right now? I’ve never seen it before. It’s the face of a woman whose whole world just got ripped apart and rearranged without her permission. Like someone took a sledge
MARRIED TO MY EX-FATHER IN LAW. HE ORDERED IT
Lola’s POV Your father’s name was Marcus Chen, the words hit me like a truck. The restaurant doesn’t stop, forks keep scraping plates. People keep talking low. The sommelier still glides between tables with some fancy bottles. Everything keeps moving like normal, but inside me? Everything freezes. “What did you say?” My voice comes out all wrong...thin, shaky, like I’m scared of my own words. Willow gives me that look, the soft one, the worried one. The one that’s actually the scariest thing in this whole damn room right now. “Marcus Chen,” she says again, real quiet. Like she’s the one breaking bad news she never wanted to say out loud. “Your dad. That was his name before they put you in the system, before they changed it to Brown.” “I know what my father’s damn name was.” The words shoot out before I can stop them. And true. I’ve always known, Lola Chen who turned into Lola Brown at nine years old in some dusty social worker’s office with beige walls and a sad plant nobo
MARRIED TO MY EX-FATHER IN LAW. THE TRUTH
Willow's POV I’ve been to Rosario’s enough times to know exactly how the place runs. It ain’t your regular restaurant like normal people think. Yeah, there’s a menu. Yeah, there’s some fancy sommelier acting like wine is life or death, and the maître d’ who’s been there twenty years and remembers every important face. But the real reason Rosario’s still standing after three decades is simple: it’s neutral ground. A spot where guys who would happily shoot each other on Tuesday can sit across a clean white tablecloth on Wednesday and talk business without pulling guns. The back left corner is always Ocean’s table when he shows up. Front right belongs to whoever the Romanos send. Center tables are for everybody else, set up by a pecking order so old nobody even needs to be told where to sit anymore. I know all this because I spent six years learning the game. I sat right next to Ocean at that back left table more times than I can count. This world used to be mine too, even if I was
MARRIED TO MY EX-FATHER IN LAW. THREE-MONTHS PREGNANT
Lola's POV I threw up this morning at six-fifteen, and by seven I was already eating toast and feeling totally fine. Honestly, that pretty much sums up the first trimester. It comes in waves, that’s the part nobody really warns you about. You don’t feel sick all day, you feel completely normal, then bam... it hits you out of nowhere. Twenty minutes later you’re fine again and low-key annoyed at your own body for the drama. Miriam says it’s a good sign, strong hormones, everything’s developing the way it should. I’ve started taking her word for it without spiralling into worst-case scenarios and that’s new for me. Trusting that good news is actually good news and not just the calm before something awful shows up. I’m working on it, three months in. I stand sideways in the bathroom mirror after my shower and check myself out properly. There’s a small curve now. Barely noticeable, you wouldn’t see it unless you already knew. But I know, and Ocean definitely knows. He spots eve
MARRIED TO MY EX-FATHER IN LAW. OCTOBER
Third Person The city feels different in October. Not exactly colder, just tighter. Like London itself is pulling its shoulders in, getting stingy with the daylight. The days get shorter, the shadows roll in earlier, and in the underground world, the one built on territories, loyalties, blood, and reputation... everything shifts when the season changes. Things that felt solid in summer start feeling shaky in autumn. Everyone who matters can sense it. It starts at the docks. Three shipments in six weeks, each one delayed. Each one with a different excuse that doesn’t hold up when you look closer. Customs issue, messed-up manifest. A missed connection that should never have been missed. Ocean sits in his office on Tuesday morning, going through the reports. He doesn’t say a word for a long time. Daniel sits across from him, just waiting. “The third shipment,” Ocean finally says. “That customs issue. Who made the complaint?” “Anonymous tip. Someone who knew the shipping schedu
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