MasukLaura Smith life falls apart when her mother introduced a new man that she wanted to marry, two years after her father's death, which she cannot accept, but the worst part is that she will have Cole James Huntsman--the campus darling as his future step brother.
Lihat lebih banyak“Hi, excuse me? Is this Laura Smith’s designated room?”
My hand automatically stopped writing the moment I heard a familiar voice from the entrance of our room. “Yes, this is her classroom. Do you need anything?” my professor calmly replied. She was seated at her desk, currently discussing the life of Rizal. “Uh, yeah.” I looked up just as his eyes scanned the room, seemingly searching for someone. The moment our eyes met, he flashed a blinding smile. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “For fuck’s sake.” I added, forcing myself to ignore him. “What is it? You’re actually welcome to sit in my class. I don’t mind,” my professor chimed in flirtatiously. I rolled my eyes at her tone—after all, she was only a few years older than us. Apparently, she was a genius who had accelerated through school and graduated early. “Oh, no, thanks for the offer.” I could practically feel the heat of every girl’s gaze in the room. Why wouldn’t they stare? He was the campus darling, Mr. Perfect—everyone adored him. “I just wanted to give this to Ms. Smith.” I watched as every pair of eyes shifted toward me, while I sat there feeling like I was about to die on the spot. Without hesitation, the idiot waltzed inside, that annoying smirk still plastered on his face, and handed me a paper bag. “You forgot this. You were in such a rush. I told you, I could’ve given you a ride so you wouldn’t get stuck in traffic, but no, you just had to be stubborn.” I forced a tight-lipped smile before taking the bag from his hand. “Oh, and your underwear is in there too. Also, you have an overnight later, right? Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” My eyes widened in pure horror, but he just grinned and casually strolled toward the door. I held my breath until he reached the entrance. Okay. That’s enough— “Cole, why do you have Laura’s stuff? Do you guys hang out?” My damn classmate’s question made my eyes grow even bigger. Everyone immediately turned their attention back to the idiot. And just from his smirk, I knew he was about to say something outrageous. “Oh, no. We don’t just hang out, honey. We actually live together.” And with that, he left the room. For fuck’s sake! Why didn’t he clarify?! Cole James Huntsman! ------------ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to the actual persona, living or dead is purely coincidental. Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display, or any derivative works from or exploit the contents of this story in any way. Please obtain permission. University Series: Tangled Ties copyright © 2025, all rights reserved to Blueesandy, always choose to skip the comment box, so you will have a great time guessing the whole story.The campus was buzzing long before the first class even started.Whispers clung to the hallways like humidity—heavy, sticky, impossible to ignore. People were clustered in small groups, phones out, eyes wide, waiting for something. Or maybe someone.And then Michelle arrived.She stormed through the main gate with the kind of energy that made people instinctively step aside. Her hair was unbrushed, her eyes red, her uniform wrinkled as if she hadn’t slept at all. One hand clutched her bag; the other protectively hovered over her barely showing stomach.But what stood out wasn’t her appearance.It was the fury simmering under her skin.“WHERE IS SHE!?” she shouted, voice cracking through the courtyard.Heads turned. Conversations stopped. Even the security guard froze.Vienna and Jacob were at the benches nearby, both jolting to attention. Sue, who had been recording TikTok drafts with her friends, lowered her phone. Even professors who were on their way to class paused.Because everyo
Michelle had always believed she could control everything.Her image.Her relationships.Her future.But now—sitting alone in her tiny condominium room, lights dimmed, one hand resting on her swelling abdomen—control felt like a distant, mocking memory.The pregnancy test boxes lay scattered on the floor, remnants of the night she took six of them just to be sure.It wasn’t even denial.It was panic disguised as certainty.Edward promised her everything.“We’ll figure it out,” he told her.“Just keep quiet for now.”Except… he wasn’t answering her calls anymore.The messages she sent stayed marked as delivered.Never read.Never replied to.He used to call her sweetheart.Now it felt like he was pretending she didn’t exist.Michelle paced the living room, her bare feet brushing past the notes she scribbled everywhere—scribbles that grew more frantic by the day.“He’s just busy.”“He’s scared.”“He’ll come around.”“He has to come around.”Her breathing became uneven.Her reflection,
I woke up one morning to a sky that looked the same, but nothing felt right anymore. The colors seemed muted, like someone had sucked the vibrancy out of the world while I slept. My studio smelled faintly of turpentine and old paint, but today it smelled like betrayal. Every canvas, every brushstroke, every unfinished attempt at something beautiful—mocking me.I didn’t go to class. I didn’t answer my phone. I didn’t care if anyone noticed. Even Cole’s texts went unanswered, unread, left to pile up into the little guilt-weighted mountains he probably didn’t even realize were there.I stacked my canvases, one by one, on the floor. My hands shook, not from anger but from exhaustion—the kind that burrows into your bones and leaves nothing but raw, hollowed-out space where your joy used to live. I pulled a lighter from the kitchen drawer, a tiny flame licking the edges of the nearest canvas. The smell of burning oil paint hit me, choking, but I didn’t stop.They burned slowly at first, cur
Flashback — Five Years AgoThe house was silent, save for the faint tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. Emily stood by the kitchen counter, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug, though she didn’t drink. Across from her, Daniel lounged in the leather armchair, laughing at something on the evening news, completely unaware.It had taken months to get to this point. Months of careful planning, of observing, of waiting for the perfect moment to act. Emily’s face was calm, almost serene, but behind her eyes, a storm brewed. Every lie he had told, every betrayal, every vile act she had uncovered—the infidelity, the secret accounts, the dealings that chilled her to the bone—had led her here.She moved quietly, precise, almost invisible, carrying the small vial hidden in the folds of her coat. Daniel didn’t look up, too absorbed in his phone to notice the careful grace of her movements. Her hands trembled slightly—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of her resolve.“Dinner’s r






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