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All Chapters of When Love Wasn’t Part Of The Plan : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

11 Chapters

Chapter One

SERAFINAI didn’t cry or scream.Funny enough, I didn’t even blink, really.I just stood there, in my own doorway, watching my “Disney prince” fiancé go down raw on my freaking stepsister.In my goddamn sheets.I was hella sure they wouldn’t be done anytime soon. I mean… judging from the size of him, she’d be busy all night.My name’s still saved in his phone as “Wife :)”.Cute.It was a slow motion kind of betrayal. It was— expected. Because tell me why that bitch would laugh even when he just coughed?Welp. I sensed it.The flirty compliments, the nicknames, even down to the pink underwear I found under his drawer.I hated pink.I should’ve left then. God knows I had chances. But no — I stayed. Like an idiot.Whatever happened there wasn’t dramatic anymore, just Amia’s perfect little foot digging into my comforter while Leo told her she tasted better than anything he’d ever had.I didn’t say a word.I didn’t even throw anything. I was the perfect fiancée, and I’d literally do anyth

Last Updated : 2025-07-11

Chapter Two

SERAFINAThere should’ve been some kind of release.Like… a scream. A breakdown or bottle thrown at the wall. Something.But I just stood there, still in yesterday’s shirt, watching my legally wedded hot stranger turn the page of a newspaper like he was waiting for coffee service.“Your husband,” he said, like he was telling me the weather.We were both silent for a moment.I should’ve been panicking. I should’ve been yelling. Instead, I blinked at him like an idiot and backed out of the room slowly, as if he was a very calm lion I didn’t want to startle.Which made no sense.Because this wasn’t just some random poor actor. This was Dorian-freaking-Everhart.Okay, not freaking. I still didn’t know who he was. But.. the name looked expensive. The posture definitely was. And no normal person signs a fake marriage license without asking at least one question.He hadn’t even flinched.Not once.Not when I sat down or even when asked him to marry me. Even when I pulled out the documents an

Last Updated : 2025-07-11

Chapter Three

SERAFINAMy bedroom door was open.Just a crack. Like it didn’t want to be obvious, but also didn’t care enough to hide that it was.And that’s what made it worse.I stood there, staring at it like it was going to explain itself. Like the door would suddenly turn and say, “My bad, girl. I slipped.”It didn’t.I always close my door, always. I don’t care if I’m dead tired, drunk, or borderline emotionally comatose — I close it. I lock it.Because I like boundaries. So no, it didn’t drift open. And no, I wasn’t going to play dumb just to make myself feel better.I got dressed in silence. Hoodie, black leggings and hair in a bun that I half-pulled together like it owed me money. No makeup or jewelry. And definitely no intention of pretending I was okay.Because I wasn’t.I was confused, suspicious, and sharing my space with a man who made less noise than an air purifier but somehow felt louder.Dorian was already in the kitchen.Of course he was.He was pouring coffee like we’d lived to

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Chapter Four

SERAPHINAThe second photo was older — like, years old.It was Amia. On a yacht, standing next to who seemed to be Dorian.But he looked different. His hair was longer and he wasn’t wearing a suit. But I was sure it was him.And she was smiling, not like she didn’t know him or like he was a stranger.I blinked. Then again. And again. I wasn’t breathing, probably not thinking too. Just… staring.It couldn’t be him.No, scratch that — it shouldn’t be.Then, a knock on my door.And his voice—“Serafina?”His voice was too calm.I stood frozen, my right thumb still on the photo of him and Amia. The screen glared back at me like it wanted to see how I’d react.I didn’t react. I just locked the phone, shoved it face-down under a pillow, and turned towards the door.“What?” I called.A pause.“We should talk.”Translation: I want to know if you’ve figured it out yet.I took my time opening the door. Not because I was nervous but because I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of thinking

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Chapter Five

SERAFINA He shrugged once, moved past me, and opened the cabinet like we hadn’t just walked over a landmine. But something lingered, not between us — on him. He knew what he said. But more than that — he knew I wasn’t ready to touch it. I didn’t ask him again. I didn’t bring up the breath comment. Or the way his face cracked for half a second before he brushed it off. I didn’t accuse or pry. I didn’t even look at him too long. But I was watching. I watched how he moved through the apartment like he’d always belonged here. Watched how he opened drawers without hesitation. How he swapped my kettle for his own sleek one. How he never asked permission — because he never thought he needed to. I watched. And I waited. The next morning, there was an envelope on the counter. No name on the front. Just: “For us.” I opened it like it was going to explode. Inside: was a formal invitation. Gold foil, cursive lettering. The kind of card that came with assigned seating and judgmental

Last Updated : 2025-07-11

Chapter Six

DORIAN She saw the message.I knew it before I heard the door.The second her footsteps went quiet. The second the tension shifted. The second her silence started feeling….quite different.She didn’t confront me.Didn’t ask.Didn’t storm out or freeze like people usually do when the past shows up uninvited.She just disappeared behind the bedroom door.Didn’t scream or slam anything. Not that she needed to anyways.I didn’t follow.I gave her space — or at least, that’s how it looked.I knew what message she’d seen.And I knew what kind of spiral it would throw her into. Not because she told me.But- because I’ve seen it before.Same name.Same look in the eyes.Same reaction.Still—nothing prepares you for seeing it twice.I didn’t sit. Just stood by the counter, half-dressed, going over the same damn files I already knew by heart. Kept my eyes on the paper, but my mind?It was on the girl who just found out I might’ve known her mother. Maybe even more than just known.She came ou

Last Updated : 2025-07-11

Chapter Seven

DORIAN She turned her head, slow. “Excuse me?” “Amia,” I said. “She wants to get a rise out of you. Try not to let her win.” I already knew it wouldn’t work. Serafina didn’t take well to advice — especially when it sounded like something I wasn’t supposed to know. “Why are you giving me advice,” she asked, “like you’re not the reason she’s even involved in my life?” Her voice tightened. So did her jaw. She didn’t even realize how easily she gave herself away. I looked at her. Not stiff, just directly. Because if I didn’t say this now, she’d crash in the wrong direction. “Because if you fall apart now,” I said, “you hand her the win. You make it easy.” She stared. I couldn’t tell what emotion finally stuck — anger, jealousy, or something quieter. Something closer to a break. She didn’t say a word. And then I did something I shouldn’t have. I let something slip. “You aren’t supposed to matter this much Sera.” She froze. I knew it the moment I said it.

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

Chapter Eight

“Serafina!” I turned. And there they were. Richard, accompanied by my Disney prince ex-fiancé. Leo. They were coming toward me like they rehearsed it — two versions of the same mistake, dressed in tailored suits and that smug confidence men wore when they thought you owed them something. My pulse didn’t spike. My hands didn’t shake. I just… locked it all down. Posture straight. Shoulders square. Chin lifted. Like I wasn’t two seconds away from blacking out. Richard reached me first. He didn’t hug or smile. He did what he always did — stepped too close and spoke like proximity was power. “You’ve made quite the splash,” he said. “Didn’t realize I needed permission to exist, Father.” “Not… permission,” he said smoothly. “But discretion. This family has standards.” I didn’t flinch. “You only call it a family when the cameras are on.” His smile didn’t move. “And you only show up when there’s a spotlight,” he said, eyes scanning the room — hoping some kind of media coverag

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

Chapter Nine

Serafina I woke up late. And not the good kind of late — not the warm, satisfied, peace-in-your-chest kind. No. I woke up with my mouth dry, and the shrinking realization that he possibly never left. I could feel him. Dorian Everhart — oh, my bad, my husband — was somewhere in this apartment. Breathing my air. Walking on my floor. And definitely moving like he owned every inch of it. And somehow, I still hadn’t figured out if he was the intruder in my life or if I’d let him in myself. I stepped out of my room barefoot, wearing one of his old button-downs that somehow ended up in my closet. I didn’t think about why I hadn’t thrown it out. The kitchen light was on, and so was the coffee machine. And there he was — leaning against the counter, sleeves rolled, mug in hand, like we hadn’t exchanged some awkward stares last night. “Morning, Mrs.,” he said. Like it was normal. Like he freaking belonged here. I didn’t answer. Just walked past him and grabbed a glass of water. Ig

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

Chapter Ten

Serafina I stood still, like I wasn’t anxious about whatever was coming next. Then — he finally broke the ice. “You won’t win this by keeping your guard halfway up.” Because I wasn’t sure what I hated more — the way he always tried to twist the game back to me… or the fact that this time, he might’ve been right. I heard him before I saw him. His steps were steady, paced like he had nowhere urgent to be. But I knew better. Dorian never moved without purpose — and if he was walking toward me, it was because he wanted something. The problem was, I no longer believed it was something I could see. I didn’t turn from the sink. I just stood there, both hands pressed to the cold granite counter, staring down at the glass of water I hadn’t touched. I didn’t hear him stop behind me, but I felt him — the shift in air, the way my skin prickled, the tightening across the back of my neck. Then silence. That long kind. I should’ve moved. Should’ve said something. But I stayed still.

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

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