Fool Me Twice Can't Get Fooled Again Novels & Stories

"You didn't mean to abuse me countless times. not once, not twice, not even thrice?.” i am beginning to realize that i over stepped boundaries at some point. i shouldn't have done those things to her, it was childish and wicked of me at same time. “Jas, i know i hurt you so bad, and i know it's going to be difficult for you to forgive me but all i ask for is a chance to make things right.” i begged. “You think i'm a fool right?. well, news flash, i'm not fourty, and i'm no longer a fool so there's no way you're getting to me again because it's only a fool at fourty that's considered to be a fool forever.”

His eyes widened as he stared at the USB port that was still plugged in, as if hoping the small object would explode and erase the traces of his stupidity. ​"This is slander! It’s all a lie!" screamed Mike, his voice breaking, screeching uncontrollably over the microphone. He no longer looked like the master businessman who controlled the market; he looked like a cornered rat. "Someone is trying to frame me! Don't listen to this digital trash!" ​My heart fluttered. A wild sense of euphoria tried to explode in my chest, but I swallowed it down tight. I had to remain Bella. The obedient fiancée. The pretty doll who knew nothing.

”Y-you… fooled him? His lips had a crack of confident smile as he nodded. ”B-but the check!” ”Those are fake of course. And the contracts he signed? Those have something to do with the law. That’s why even when he’s hiding now, there’s no way he can live outside the bars.” I spaced out. I couldn’t believe it all. It’s like I’ve lost so much page in my life. I want to be enlightened. ”Y-you….” I was out of words. “You don’t have to do it all.”

He doesn’t. There’s a saying, Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. So I won’t get back to him. Never. He will just waste his time running after me so if I were him, just let me go for good. If he truly loves me, he won’t do that thing in the first place. Now that we broke up, he will go after me? Is he insane? Did he realize that he love me after I let go of him? I sarcastically inside my mind. This isn’t a game, Felix.

Without a single thought of me. History seems to have a way on repeating itself, doesn't it? Now, I was left by the love of my life after he got what he wanted. His dream. After I served my purpose of being an available option to warm his bed. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Indeed. The shame is on the fool me. Fucking shame on me. Right. I just wanted to find my love. Like my parents. Like my best friend. Why is it so hard for me?

Mark teases, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's... complicated," I mutter. "Figured," he chuckles. "So, are you the second-chance mate? Or the rejected mate who's suddenly needed again?" "Let's just go with 'rejected and now much needed sister " I say with a smirk. Mark spins me around. For some reason, I giggle. The sound is foreign to my own ears. People are watching. And I don't care. "Wanna test his limit?" Mark asks mischievously.

"It's all my fault… blame me if you want, Jessica. Paul really missed you… I'll do anything, if you'd forgive him…" The air between us turned ice cold, and I snorted, "Anything? Then go get an abortion all by yourself, and make me a cake after despite the pain." Paul's face dropped, but Lily remained defiant as she retorted, "You're too much!" "Oh, you actually get it," I chuckled. "But that's exactly what you two did to me." Paul opened his mouth, but couldn't manage a word. While Lily didn't give up and was going to snap at me again, I slapped her across the face.

“No. No, he wouldn’t. He loves me. He would never—” I was at the door. She was still going, raving and screaming, describing in graphic detail the things Lucas had done to flatter and deceive her and the ways he’d mocked me behind my back. She screamed herself raw. None of it touched me. The last five years: two people had deceived me. Now one of them would never see daylight. The other was floating in the wind. My time and energy were worth more than a second thought on either of them. I got to the car and buckled in. Two knocks on my window.

He was young then and a jerk too. Sarah rose to her feet. “You're at the beach. Why not have some fun, relax and forget about him. You've got a lot of things going on in your life already. This would only make things more complicated.” She chuckled. “You'd probably end up using him as a rebound.” Rebound. That word felt like a slap because Sarah wasn't exactly wrong. The whole point of her coming down here was to find a distraction and Anthony looked like the perfect fit for her type of distraction.

“Like it or not, for the time being, you’re stuck with me.” “And after?” I demand. “You’re going to go through all of this, pretending to be doing all of this for me when, in the end, you’re just going to turn around and take my baby away!” If he thought I was going to fall for his bullshit, he had another thing coming. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. I was burned enough, and there was no way I was going to let it happen again. “Do us both a favor and just forget that I and our child exist.”