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2025-05-26 20:17:43We hit 1,000 views?! šš¤
Excuse me while I scream into a pillow. A happy scream, obviously. A thousand views. A thousand hearts. A thousand moments where you chose my messy, chaotic, emotionally wrecking story over sleep, school, work, or sanity, and honestly? Thatās love. Thatās real love.When I started writing this, I thought maybe my roommate, my friends, and my sisters would be the only ones here. But yāall showed up. You stayed. You felt something. And that means everything to me.
To every single person whoās read, shared, cried, yelled at my characters (they deserved it), or dropped an encouraging comment, thank you. You are the reason I keep writing. You are the reason this story has a pulse.
This book is a mix of heartbreak, chaos, a bit of trauma, and a lot of love, and the fact that itās found a space in your heart? Iām not crying; you are.
Weāre just getting started. More twists. More tension. More scenes thatāll make you scream, āI hate him but alsoā¦ I love him??ā
To every reader: I adore you. Iām writing for you.
Thank you for 1,000. Letās break the next thousand together. With all my love (and just a tiny bit of emotional damage), ā O.Jš¤#1KViews #DarkRomanceChaos #ThankYouReaders #ILoveYouAll #TeamBrokenButBeautiful #ILOVEYOUGUYS!!!
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WRECK ME QUIETLYĀ Ā Ā AUTHORāS NOTE ā COMPLETED
From the very beginning, I knew I wanted Sam and Masonās story to be more than just a love story. I wanted fire and tenderness. I wanted you to feel the ache of longing and the softness of forever, all in one breath.This book was my first attempt at blending intense passion with deep emotional connection. A love that burned yet healed. A story where the smut wasnāt just for spice, but for depth, for the kind of intimacy that tells you two people arenāt just in loveā¦ they belong to each other.š Thank you for riding with them to the very end.This book is now COMPLETED. But their love? That will always live on.With all my heart, Thank you.O.Jš¤
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SAMANTHATWO AND HALF YEARS LATERAzalea was crying again.Not loud, just that soft, broken little whimper that tugged something primal in my chest.The kind of sound that made me blink twice, sit up too fast, and whisper, āShh, mamaās here, sweetheart,ā even though Iād barely had three hours of sleep.Technically, I was already awake.I hadnāt really slept. Just laid there listening to her little tosses and sleepy sighs, wrapped in my favorite robe, the one Mason bought me when I was six months pregnant and miserable and swollen and convinced I was going to explode.Heād held it up in the store like it was some sacred relic. āItās like hugging a cloud,ā he said. āAnd youāre not allowed to exist without comfort, baby.āHe was right. It was cloud-soft. Still smelled faintly like lavender detergent and something else, something warmer, deeper. Like home.I padded across the nursery barefoot, lifting Azalea from her crib and holding her to my chest.She settled almost instantly, just like
WRECK ME QUIETLYĀ Ā Ā HI, AGAIN
Before I upload the last chapter, I just want to say this... From the deepest, rawest, most emotional part of meā¦ Thank you. Thank you for reading. Thank you for staying. Thank you for choosing this story. When I started writing this book, I honestly didnāt expect much. It wasnāt your typical fairytale. There were no perfect meet-cutes. No flowers-in-the-rain, clichĆ© movie moments. Just two broken people, meeting in the middle of chaos. And stillā¦ You read. You stayed. You felt the pain, the love, the obsession, the healing, and you didnāt look away. I cried to my friend just yesterday. Because I didnāt think anyone would care this deeply. But you all proved me wrong. You showed up. You supported. You reviewed, commented, shared. You made me feel seen as a writer. As a person. You gave this messy, emotional, imperfect love story a place in your hearts. I wish I didnāt have to stop here. I wish the story could go on forever. But every book has its ending. And thi
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SAMANTHAI couldnāt move.I was frozen, utterly, completely frozen, staring at Mason down on one knee like I was dreaming or hallucinating or maybe just not breathing.The entire room glowed with soft golden light. Candles flickered gently on every table. Roses curled across the floor like someone had sprinkled a fairytale.And there he was, my Mason. My impossibly beautiful Mason. In a black suit, hair slightly tousled like heād run his hands through it a hundred times. Eyes locked on mine. Holding a velvet ring box like he was offering me the whole damn universe.My whole world blurred at the edges, like the air around me had shifted, slowed, become something too fragile to touch.Was this real?Were we really here?After everything weād been through? All the highs, the wreckage, the heartbreak, the impossible love that refused to go away?āMy Godā¦ā I whispered, my hand flying to my mouth. āWhat? Mason?āMy knees wobbled beneath me. My throat closed up. I reached blindly for Maceyās
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MASONI slammed the door to my hotel room shut with more force than necessary and immediately yanked off my tie like it had been choking me for the past twelve hours. It probably had.The suit jacket hit the arm of the couch. I didnāt care where it landed.I collapsed onto the cushions, body aching, brain fried, but somehow still wired like Iād downed five shots of espresso and taken a lap around Manhattan.Two days in New York. Nonstop meetings. Fake smiles. Endless nodding. And thenā¦ this.I looked down at the thick envelope in my hand. Inside it was the deed to the house I just bought.A modern beauty in Rye, tucked between trees and silence. Close enough to the city, far enough from the noise. The kind of place where the grass stays green and the neighborsā wave and babies learn to walk on hardwood floors and sunlight spills through every window.A home.Our home.My assistant had offered to handle the furnishingā¦ said she had a guy who could do the whole thing in a week. Clean, qu
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SAMANTHAI slid my phone out of my coat pocket and refreshed our chat for the third time in five minutes.Still nothing.No new texts. No āmiss youā voice note. No snarky reel about something stupid that reminded him of me.Just silence.I hated that I was like this, wired into him like an addict. It wasnāt healthy. I knew that. But knowing something doesnāt stop it from being real. I missed him with this sharp, stupid urgency that curled inside my ribs and refused to let go.Mason and I talked all the time. Every day. Practically every hour. It had become our rhythm. Good morning texts. Midday check-ins. āWhat are you eating?ā āDo you miss me yet?ā āSend me a photo.ā We never ran out of reasons to stay connected.But todayā¦ it had been quiet.Too quiet.And I wasnāt handling it well.I tucked the phone back into my pocket with a sigh, trying to focus on where I wasāwalking across campus, boots clicking on the pavement, my bag slung heavy on my shoulder after a long meeting with my lec
WRECK ME QUIETLYĀ Ā Ā SIXTY ONE
MASONMy phone rang like it was screaming.I jolted upright, my heartbeat slamming into my ribs. The sitting room was darkācurtains still drawn, light bleeding around the edges. I blinked down at the screen.Mom.Great.I answered on the third ring, my voice thick with sleep. āHello?āNo greeting.
WRECK ME QUIETLYĀ Ā Ā SIXTY
SAMANTHAThe knocking was loud. Too loud.I jolted upright, heart racing, head pounding.The room was dimāmuted gray light spilling through the curtains. I blinked at the clock.11:20 a.m.I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. My eyes stung, dry and swollen from crying. I couldnāt remember when
WRECK ME QUIETLYĀ Ā Ā HI GUYS!!!
Dear Readers,There are moments when words fail to fully capture the depth of what one feelsāand this is one of those moments for me. But Iām going to try, because if youāre reading this, it means youāve stuck with me and my story through all its messy emotions, broken characters, passionate moments
WRECK ME QUIETLYĀ Ā Ā FIFTY NINE
MASONHer name lit up my phone at 2:14 a.m.Audrey.I stared at the screen like it might disappear if I blinked hard enough.It didnāt.The glow from the display cast pale blue light across the room, soft enough not to wake Samantha.She was curled beside me, one bare leg tangled with mine, her che
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