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Blocked him on snap

Chapter One: Blocked him on snap“GOALLLLLL!!!”The roar that erupted from North Fall University Stadium felt like an earthquake tearing through. It thundered from the stands, rolled across the green pitch, and exploded into the open sky above Manchester.Red and white confetti burst into the air. Drums pounded. Whistles screamed. The scoreboard blinked once then settled.UNITED ROYALS 2 — MANCHESTER UNITED 1The match was over. The crowd went insane. On the sidelines, the Twinkle Cheerleading Club leapt into synchronized motion, pom-poms flashing under the stadium lights. Their leader, Wendy Savage, was already screaming herself hoarse.“That’s my big brother!” Wendy yelled, jumping so hard her blue ponytail whipped wildly behind her. “That’s my brother! Did you see that strike?!”The girls around her laughed and screamed louder, feeding off her excitement.Wendy was impossible to miss. Nineteen years old, electric blue hair styled into a high ponytail, glitter dusted across her chee

Grumpy footballer

Chapter Two: Grumpy footballer The evening air at The Savage mansion was calm, but the private football pitch behind the house was anything but.The sound of a ball hitting the net echoed sharply. Thud. Thud. Thud.Xander Savage was alone on the pitch, dressed in a black training kit, boots digging into the grass as he practiced relentlessly. Sweat rolled down his temple, his breathing heavy, controlled but his mind was far from calm.He sprinted forward, struck the ball hard, and watched it slam into the goalpost. He didn’t celebrate. He turned, jaw tight, eyes dark. Another ball rolled to his feet, he kicked again. Harder.“Brooding again?” a voice called out.Xander didn’t turn.Wendy walked onto the pitch, phone in hand, blue hair tied up casually. She wore an oversized hoodie and trainers, chewing gum as she approached him like this was a normal evening—which it was.“You’re going to break something if you keep doing that,” she said lightly. “Relax, bro.” Xander finally stopped

Crying to mummy

Chapter Three: Crying to mummyCourtney Savage sat comfortably behind her wide glass desk, one manicured hand resting on a leather folder, the other wrapped around a porcelain cup of tea. Sunlight streamed through the floor to ceiling windows of her office, casting a soft glow over the polished wood floors and the framed photographs lining the walls. Fashion campaigns, award ceremonies, moments of power and legacy frozen in time.She looked nothing like someone approaching forty.Courtney Savage was slender, elegant, and effortlessly beautiful. Her dark hair fell smoothly over her shoulders, her posture straight without stiffness. Everything about her spoke of control, of a woman who had built an empire and knew exactly how to hold it. Across from her stood her son.Xander leaned casually against the edge of the desk, hands in his pockets, dressed far more simply than the room demanded. His presence softened the sharp edges of the space, grounding it in something warmer, more human.C

Damage control

Chapter Four: Damage controlXander Savage was sleeping when his bedroom door slammed open.“XANDER!”He jerked awake, heart racing, eyes unfocused as sunlight streamed through the tall windows of his room. His phone vibrated violently on the bedside table, screen lighting up again and again.“What…” he muttered, pushing himself upright.Wendy stood at the foot of his bed, blue hair loose, face pale but sharp with anger. She was holding her phone out toward him like evidence.“You’re trending,” she said. “And not for football.”Xander frowned, rubbing his face. “What are you talking about?”“Freya Woods,” Wendy snapped. “She posted your Snapchat chats.”The words hit him like cold water. He grabbed his phone, fingers clumsy as he unlocked it. Notifications flooded the screen. Mentions. Headlines. Screenshots. His name everywhere.XANDER SAVAGE EXPOSED?LEGACY CEO’S SON ACCUSED OF SABOTAGE!PHOTOGRAPHER CLAIMS REJECTION COST HER CAREERXander’s chest tightened as he scrolled. There the

One minute

Chapter Five: One minuteThe stadium at North Fall University vibrated with noise. Chants rolled through the stands like waves crashing against stone, drums beating in time with racing hearts. Floodlights cut through the evening sky, turning the pitch into a glowing stage. Every seat was filled. Every eye was fixed on the field.The scoreboard blinked. 0 — 0Five minutes left.Sweat clung to Xander Savage’s skin as he jogged back into position, chest rising steadily, mind sharp despite the pressure. The match had been brutal…tackles hard, passes tight, tempers high. The opposing team had marked him relentlessly, two defenders shadowing his every move.He wiped his face with the back of his wrist and glanced at the clock.Four minutes and thirty seconds.From the sidelines, Wendy Savage bounced on the balls of her feet, pom-poms shaking as she shouted with the rest of the cheerleaders. Her blue hair caught the light, flashing bright as she cupped her hands around her mouth.“COME ON, X

Bathroom kisses

Chapter Six: Bathroom kissesThe cell was loud in a way that scraped the nerves raw. Metal clanged. Voices rose and fell in sharp bursts. The air smelled of sweat and disinfectant, heavy and stale. Freya sat pressed into a corner, knees drawn tight to her chest, arms wrapped around her head as if she could make herself disappear.“Look at her,” one of the women sneered. “Little celebrity liar.”A shove knocked Freya sideways. Her shoulder hit the wall, pain shooting down her arm.“I said I’m sorry,” Freya cried, her voice thin and shaking. “I didn’t…please…”Another hand grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. The sting brought fresh tears, hot and blinding.“What will your sorry change?” a woman snapped. “You think you’re special, huh? Pretty little thing…”Freya sobbed, curling in tighter as blows landed. Nothing precise, nothing controlled, just cruelty born of boredom and anger. She tasted blood, felt her cheek throb, her ribs ache. Then a voice cut through the noise.“That’s eno

The boy who stepped in

Chapter Seven: The boy who stepped inNorth Fall University had always felt large to Freya, but now it felt hostile. Eyes followed her everywhere. Whispers curled through hallways like smoke, sharp and suffocating. Her name no longer belonged to her. It had become a punchline, a warning, a convenient outlet for rage. The offline bullying was even far worse than the online bullying. She called all sort of names.“Desperate liar.”“Obsessive fan.”“Attention seeking nobody.”Freya kept her head down as she crossed the quad, backpack clutched tightly against her chest. The morning air was crisp, students laughing and chatting in clusters, but the sound felt distant, muffled by the pounding in her ears.“Hey, Freya!” Wendy’s voice was loud. She was holding a microphone.Freya’s steps faltered.Wendy stood with her friends near the faculty building, cheer jackets bright and unmistakable. Her arms were crossed, lips curled into a smile that held no warmth.“So this is where liars still show

Invitations and intentions

Chapter Eight: Invitations and intentionsThe living room glowed with the sharp flicker of a PS5 screen, the sound of digital cleats pounding turf filling the Savage residence. Xander leaned forward on the couch, jaw tight, thumbs moving with aggressive precision on the controller. Wendy sprawled beside him, legs tucked beneath her, eyes glued to the match but her mouth moving nonstop.“I still can’t believe him,” she snapped, crashing her virtual player into Xander’s. “Just swooping in like some hero. Carrying her like she’s some damsel in distress.”Xander didn’t look at her. “I don’t care.”“You care,” Wendy said immediately. “You’re just pretending not to.”He scoffed. “Why would I care about Freya Woods or whoever rescues her?”Wendy rolled her eyes. “Not her. Him. Marvis Diggs.”At the name, Xander’s fingers stilled for half a second before he recovered. His player missed a pass. He cursed under his breath.“I don’t like him,” Xander said flatly.“That’s obvious,” Wendy replied.

The Damon Savage Legacy

Chapter Nine: The Damon Savage LegacyThe Damon Savage Hotel and Suites glowed like a monument carved from wealth and history. Crystal chandeliers spilled warm light over marble floors polished to mirror shine, reflecting generations of power and prestige. The five-star hotel stood as Damon Savage’s greatest legacy, a testament to ambition built from nothing and expanded into everything. For three full days, the hotel had been closed to the public, reserved entirely for one woman. Courtney Savage’s fortieth birthday.Black luxury cars lined the entrance. Guests in tailored suits and shimmering gowns moved through the revolving doors with quiet awe, their laughter hushed by the grandeur of the hall. Every table was draped in ivory silk, crowned with floral arrangements so perfect they looked unreal. Soft music floated through the air, elegant and restrained, setting a tone of refined celebration.Courtney sat at the center table, radiant in a fitted champagne gown that clung to her slen

Looking stupid

Chapter Ten: Looking stupidThe laughter still echoed through the grand hall, rippling like a wave of disbelief, as Wendy wrapped her arm through Freya’s with theatrical flair. The gathered guests cheered and hooted, some snapping pictures, others whispering eagerly, while Freya stood rooted, caught between shock and mortification.Courtney’s smile deepened even though it was a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, instead it was cold and commanding. She rose from her seat, the room immediately falling silent in deference.“Before we proceed with this joyous occasion,” Courtney announced, “there is one final symbol I wish to bestow upon my son.” She turned gracefully, reaching into a delicate clutch at her side. With elegance, she revealed a small black velvet box and opened it.Inside lay a ring. A gleaming diamond nestled in polished platinum.“This ring,” Courtney said, holding it up so every eye caught its sparkle, “is a symbol of the Savage legacy, a legacy of honor, strength, and un

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