Todos os capítulos de Winning My Ex-Crush: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 160

Fenella’s POVThe day of elementary school graduation arrived. The students would move on to the junior high school of their choice. The schoolyard buzzed with excitement after the graduation ceremony. We shook hands and congratulated each other.I stood in a corner of the schoolyard. My body leaned against an oak tree as my eyes glanced at Laird, still shaking hands with the boys. We exchanged glances from afar, and I was immediately startled. I turned my back and looked down.No, I still don't think I can forgive myself. I still don't have the courage to face Laird. Even though two years have passed, I still feel haunted by that memory. Truly, I'm just a kid who doesn't understand my own feelings.I sighed and got ready to go home. There's no point in waiting for someone who's ignored me for so long. But as I turned back, I saw Laird walking towards me."Hey, Fenella." He smiled awkwardly with a stiff wave."Oh, hey." I replied awkwardly."How are you?" he asked."Okay, I guess. How

Fenella’s POV“Is it true that you’re going to pay for the items to be given away for free?” An elderly woman gasped, asking for confirmation.“Yes, it’s true. Take whatever you like, and I’ll pay for it.” Alan nodded quickly.“Don’t listen to him!” I tried to hold them back, but the older women were getting more and more excited.“Even this book, will you pay $200 for it?”“Yes, anything.” Alan nodded confidently again.“Oh no, that’s cheating. We are selling them at standard used-item prices,” my mother shook her head.“Yes, but this is my form of donation. Please don’t hesitate. Consider it a Christmas gift from me.”“No, just ignore him! Go away,” I pushed Alan’s body with both hands, but he didn’t move from there. The older women also took my words lightly, as Alan seemed to have won over all their hearts.“God bless you, son.”“What a kind-hearted angel,” the women praised Alan.“Hey! Why are you taking things first? That’s cheating!” Someone apparently took the opportunity whil

Fenella’s POV"I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I really wanted to help you, Fenella. Please trust me."Alan pleaded with me in a soft voice. His body was now fully facing me, and his legs were no longer propped up sideways on the table.No matter how many times he said that, I couldn't believe him. Maybe if another woman were sitting here facing Alan, she might believe him. His handsome, charming face, dark eyes that glittered seductively, and the stubble on his jaw that gave a modern impression—all of it screamed the word ‘charmer’.After various heated debates and bad soap opera dramas, it seemed we were starting to reach some calm. I hoped this was enough to soothe my emotions and speak calmly. Although I wanted to treat the burn on his leg, Alan insisted that the cold compress on his leg was enough. He said he would endure it until all my questions were answered."Alright, if you want me to trust you, answer all my questions honestly." I demanded answers firmly."I will

Alan’s POVThe screen of my laptop still displayed a long-haired blonde woman riding a man, her breasts bouncing. The woman resembled Fenella. Perhaps when she grew up, she would look like the woman on my laptop screen.In truth, I didn't need to be afraid of getting caught because Mom and Dad were on their honeymoon. As for Amy, well, she seemed to have been out with Chris since the morning. However, there was still the housekeeper in the Schmidt household.I peeked out of my window. It turned out Mrs. Greta, the housekeeper, was sweeping the dry leaves in the front yard. The house felt quiet that afternoon, so I thought I could watch more freely now. Besides, my ears were starting to hurt, and I couldn't move freely because of the headphone cable."Shit."The headphones slipped off my ears again. Just as I was about to adjust them, that damn broken headphone interrupted my fantasy once more. I looked down from my bedroom window again. There was no sign of Chris's car, and Mrs. Greta

Alan’s POVA year after college graduation…Everything may have passed in the blink of an eye for others, but not for me. I spent four years attending the same university as Amy and Chris. Those times were a long torture for me. They made me their sexual slave, and it completely changed me. Both psychologically and physically, I was no longer Clark Thomson.I had to endure the forced suffering for more than four years.How could anyone influence another person to change their entire identity like this? I used to love eating, but Amy forced me to change my eating habits and turned me into a clean-eating enthusiast. I used to watch cartoons while snacking, but now Amy has driven me to become obsessed with working out at the gym.Maybe it was better for me. Perhaps it was what I needed, even if I had to suffer. It was what transformed me into someone who was valued like I am now.I walked toward the altar. A small box containing a gold ring was safely tucked in my black tuxedo pocket. As