LOGINWhat were the odds that I'd just fucked my boss and been too buzzed, too horny to clock it? Impossible. Catastrophic. My life was like a ticking bomb of fuckups already; this would only make it explode. "Get a grip, Shayle," I whispered, shaking my head hard. It can't be. -------------- What would you do if you found out you only had four months left to live? In the case of Shayle Vale, she was the definition of a plain Jane; quiet, overlooked, and freshly dumped by a boyfriend who called her ‘boring’. But when the doctor drops her death sentence, she decides ‘boring’ dies today. She made a list; Quit her job, Lose her virginity to her hot next-door neighbor, get a tattoo and Do what the fuck she wants. But life doesn’t play fair. Her shitty boss refused to accept her resignation, her neighbor was allegedly still a virgin, and nothing on her list was going according to plan. Now Shayle’s plain, safe little life is spiraling into messy office wars, late-night temptations, secrets she never saw coming and a toxic love triangle. Will she tick off her last wishes, or will fate throw her off the list completely and into the arms of two sinfully attractive men instead?
View MoreSix months laterThe wedding had been small, intimate, exactly what we wanted despite his mother's initial protests. A garden ceremony with close friends and family, vows that made me cry, and a reception that ended with us sneaking away early because neither of us wanted to share the night with anyone else.Now, sitting in our apartment on a lazy Sunday morning, I still caught myself staring at the wedding band that had joined my engagement ring. Mrs. Shayle Aurelian-Dorne. The name felt foreign and right all at once."You are doing it again," Lucien called from the kitchen."Doing what?""Staring at your hand like it might disappear."I laughed, pulling my gaze away. "It is still surreal."He appeared in the doorway, coffee mug in hand, wearing nothing but pajama pants and bedhead. Married life looked good on him. Softer somehow. More relaxed."Get used to it," he teased, crossing to press a kiss to my temple before settling beside me on the couch. "You are stuck with me now.""Poor
Shayle's POV Three months passed like water through open fingers, quick and inevitable. Work became routine in the best way possible, my mother guiding me through decisions that felt too big until they did not anymore. I learned names, strategies, the rhythm of power that hummed beneath everything.Lucien and I fell into a pattern that felt natural. Dinners when we could manage, stolen mornings before the day swallowed us whole, late-night calls when distance felt too heavy. It was not perfect, but it was ours.Tonight, he texted me to dress nice. No explanation. Just an address and a time.I stared at my closet for longer than necessary before settling on a deep blue dress that hugged in the right places. Hair down. Minimal jewelry. When I checked the mirror, someone confident stared back.The driver he sent arrived exactly on time, whisking me through the city toward the outskirts where buildings gave way to open space. We pulled up to a venue I did not recognize, elegant and glowi
Shayle's POV Kieran's birthday fell on a Saturday, which meant no excuses to avoid it. Lucien picked me up early, looking amused when I spent ten minutes fussing over the gift I had wrapped myself."It is fine," he assured me."It is crooked.""He will not care.""I care."He laughed, tugging me toward the door. "Come on. We are going to be late."The party was small, just close friends gathered at Kieran's apartment. Music hummed low in the background, laughter spilling from the kitchen where someone was already half drunk and telling terrible jokes.Kieran spotted us immediately, his grin wide and genuine. "You came.""Of course we did," I replied, handing him the gift. "Happy birthday."He hugged me quickly, then shook Lucien's hand with only mild tension. Progress."Make yourselves comfortable," he urged. "Food is in the kitchen, drinks are everywhere."We mingled easily, me more than Lucien, who kept one hand on my lower back like an anchor. I talked to people I barely knew, lau
Shayle's POV The plane touched down just after noon, jarring me awake from the half-sleep I had fallen into somewhere over the clouds. My mother squeezed my hand gently before gathering her things, her smile tired but genuine."Home," she murmured.I nodded, though the word felt strange. Home used to mean a cramped apartment and cold shoulders. Now it meant marble floors and expectations I was still learning to carry.The driver met us at arrivals, whisking our luggage away with practiced efficiency. My mother chatted easily during the ride, pointing out landmarks I had never paid attention to before, telling stories about streets I thought I knew. Everything looked different now. Brighter. Like someone had adjusted the contrast on my entire life."You will start tomorrow," she mentioned as we pulled through the gates. "Just observations. No pressure.""That is what you keep saying."She laughed. "Because it is true. You do not need to prove anything, Shayle. You belong there."Belon
Shayle's POV The music hovered between us like a held breath.Lucien’s hand stayed extended, steady, patient. Kieran’s was the same, rougher, honest in a way that made my chest ache. For a moment, the room did not exist. No eyes. No whispers. Just the three of us standing in a choice that felt hea
Shayle's POV Lucien watched me like he had all the time in the world. The silence felt violent. “You’re really going to do this,” I muttered, my voice shaking despite my effort to keep it steady. “This is who you are.” He did not react the way I expected. No anger. No sharp comeback. He just tu
SHAYLE I think I forgot how to breathe in that small moment. Everything around me blurred for a second, and my pulse kicked against my ribs like it was trying to run away from my chest. But I didn’t stop walking. I forced myself to keep moving until I finally reached where they stood, pretendin
SHAYLESlowly, I walked forward, my shoes dragging slightly against the floor as my mind tried to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. What the hell was Alina doing here?Was she here to see Carlos? Or me?My throat tightened. I could feel the air in my lungs growing heavy as my steps carried m












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