Novel & Cerita Fell In Love With The Wrong Guy

There was no way he would ever fall for me, a plain, divorced nobody that even Eddie despised. Eddie let out a soft scoff, looking completely unconcerned. Yet, he carefully observed my reaction. "Nice to meet you, Alisson." My affection rate stayed at 50 as I extended my hand. "Nice to meet you, Logan." He shook it. A few seconds later, the watch suddenly let out a sharp, piercing alarm. Logan's affection level jumped straight to 100, but he himself stayed completely calm. "It's broken," he said flatly. After switching watches, everything returned to normal.

Love you endless. Me: Love you more. I drop the phone. By 7 a.m., I’m finally up, trying to stay busy. I pull out my old college transcripts, recommendation letters, everything I’ll need for the university paperwork. I’m folding them neatly into a folder when the TV in my room, still on from last night, suddenly caught my attention. “billionaire heir Zeta Francis spotted early this morning with former lover Isabella Vanderbilt.” My stomach drops. I turn slowly. There he is. On the channel.

Jamie continued. She remained silent at her friend’s words. Then tears began to fall from her eyes. “Fate is so unfair. Why does it have to be like this? Why did it have to turn out this way? If he was only going to end up being my brother… then why did fate allow me to fall in love with him in the first place? Why did we have to meet in such a cruel way?”

Turns out I was the exception. He’d even cooked me breakfast and bathed me like I was something precious before I left. I’d felt pampered. Cherished. Safe in a way I had no business feeling. Except this love—if that’s what it even was—was coming from the wrong man. A man I could never have. Not in this lifetime. Not in any other. The thought hit me hard, and my heart gave a painful shudder. Why the hell was I always this unlucky? The man I thought was right—Isaac—had been lying to my face for years. And the one my heart wouldn’t stop reaching for was completely off-limits.

I said before standing up. Why am I so bad at finding love, Ariana? Do I not like him enough? Do I not trust him enough? Why is he doing this to me? I still can't believe this is happening again. Do you know why I hate this situation so much? Because he makes me feel ashamed. I can't see myself the way I used to! He has a partner, but he sleeps with me. I sleep with a wolf who already has a partner!

"She was the smartest person I ever met. Could have done anything. Could have been anything. But she fell in love with the wrong man and threw it all away." "The wrong man?" "Alistair Vane." The name landed in the room like a stone dropped into still water. I kept my face neutral, but my pulse quickened. "Vane," I repeated. "The tech guy? The one who's always in the news with that actress?"

She thought they would mock her but never did she think that they'd first post her pictures to satisfy themselves. Now she could only ask Ryan to deal with it. The mere thought of Ryan's anger she had to face was already giving her a headache. Sighing inwardly she kept going but she truly underestimated the evilness of budding youth. *thud* “Sorry, My bad. It slipped from my hand.” A guy dramatically spoke after making the cup fall. His face was saying the opposite of his words. It was crystal clear that he was on purpose. The only good thing was there wasn’t much of a drink in it though it still dirtied the floor. He must be reluctant to waste too much money. “May I ask you to help me with

But she stopped me. "Sometimes when we do the right thing in the wrong way. It's counted wrong." And I tilted my head once again to listen to her story. In a way she was right. The way we do things plays a major role in our lives. Every right thing that was done in a wrong way also counted wrong. "What did he do?" I asked her. "It was not him but me who fell his love with him first." Her voice was trembling while doing this newly found confession. "I always thought it was him. By whatever little I have seen both of you. But you seemed a little cold towards him." I kept my voice low.

Cathy emptied the glass and settled it on the floor before looking at me. "You heard it right. We have been an item in the past when we were in Vietnam. Just like you, I've been crazy for him. I mean, who wouldn't? He's the kind of man every woman wants to have. He has a dream, hardworking, and he's good in bed. I've fallen for him that's why I can relate to your heartaches now because once in my life, I also felt the same with the same person. Crazy, right?"

She looked weak but opened her eyes when he came closer. He realized he had to make things right between them, so he sat down and held her hand. "Still very weak," she asked with a faint voice, "you've never loved me?" "I'm more of a packaged service to you so you could sign your deal. Is that all I am to you?" He felt sad, not knowing what words to use. He replied boldly, "This isn't the right time to talk. Get yourself in a better shape, then we can sort this out."