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I stared blankly at the messages, my chest tightening so much that I could hardly breathe. It wasn't until footsteps sounded behind me that I snapped back to reality and quickly marked the chat as unread. A second later, my boyfriend, Caleb Lawson, rested his damp head on my shoulder. "What are you looking at, babe?" Something about his voice sounded cold. A layer of sweat broke out on my forehead. Before he could get suspicious, I pulled up the message from the freshman and shoved the phone at him.

“If you want me to get better, he has to check, which means he has to look at my back. It’s not like I’m taking my entire top off.” A groan from my stepfather steals everyone’s attention, and I look at Anders and smile. “It’s fine. Here.” I lift the back of my shirt and turn to show him the aching spot on my back. He sucks in a breath, which tells me it’s probably pretty bad. I wince when he presses the most tender spot by my spine. “You’re badly bruised, but I don’t think anything is broken,” he says as he pulls his hands away. I glance back at Anders and study him as he digs through his bag.

“How? It’s an exclusive event. Those tickets are almost impossible to get unless you have very powerful connections.” I narrow my eyes. “Are you implying I’m too low-class to get one?” “What? No.” He shakes his head immediately. “That’s not what I meant. I was just—” “My business partner, Aaron, got one for me.” The lie slips out effortlessly. Additionally, I intentionally want to spite him too. “We’re going together as a couple.” “Happy now?” The answer is clear as crystal water; he isn’t. His face hardens now and his jaw flexes. His eyes turn glacial.

Behind his wheelchair was Caroline’s cousin, the one who had orchestrated the car crash and was released from prison a month ago or so. Anthony Kingston. He wore the kind of look that said he would give up anything just to be somewhere else as he wheeled the chair past me and, against my will, I heard the old man scolding him to fix his face and use the opportunity to find someone to get married to within a month. I didn’t pay any more attention to them as a thought urgently crossed my mind. Why was Caroline’s grandfather down here while Henry was supposed to meet him? My eyes darted around, but I didn’t see them. Bile rose in my throat.

He smelled like the gym and anger. "Tomorrow is the fitting," Marcus started. He tapped his pen on the desk. Tap. Tap. Tap. "The world thinks you two are siblings now. The 'Pure Angel' and the 'Reformed Son.' That is the story. If anyone asks about the past, what do you say?" "We say we were kids," I said. My voice was flat. "We say it was a summer crush that turned into a friendship." "Wrong," Marcus snapped. "You don't use the word 'crush.' You don't use the word 'summer.' You say, 'We’ve always felt like family.' You say, 'Roman has been a rock for me during my rise to fame.'"

After a brief pause, he deliberately softened his tone in an attempt to comfort me. "I know it wasn't fair to make you wait three years. That's on me." He took a step closer. "That's why I'm making you our bridesmaid as compensation. You'll see the whole wedding up close. Lily and I are just putting on a show. Once the baby is born, everything will go back to normal. You're the only one I love." I stared at that smug, self-righteous expression plastered across his face, and a wave of nausea crashed through me.

I lied through my teeth and folded my arms across my chest, making my boobs seem bigger and the cleavage more prominent and the way his eyes landed on them made me drop my hands. "That's my point exactly. I don't want you avoiding me, I'm sorry I didn't try to reach out to you, I've been really busy", he walked over to me, placing his hands on my waist making me roll my eyes. "I'm back now and I wanna be able to hit this whenever I want to", he moved his hands to my ass, squeezing gently. A loud sarcastic laugh escaped from my throat and I say "What kind of boyfriend leaves his girl for almost three weeks and just comes back to say I've been busy and what makes you think I want that or I'll

Something finally flickered when he saw me. He picked up the handset, and his voice was rough. "You came to laugh at me?" I shook my head. "I came to tell you I'm marrying Cesare." His whole body jerked. His grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles went white. "Why... Why did everything change when I got a second chance? You loved me so much in our last life. You would've given me anything..." he murmured. I listened in silence, then asked, "Aurelio, did it ever occur to you that if you'd treated me well after you had it all the first time, we might have had a better ending? You destroyed that love yourself.

Bastard! Summoning every ounce of strength I had, I drove my knee into his groin as hard as I could. "Ah!" Bryson cried out in pain and fell to the other side of the bed. Relief washed over me for a split second before he recovered and came at me again. His face was contorted with rage as he pinned me down ruthlessly. "Damn it, you bitch! Do you think you can get away with this? You're mine tonight whether you like it or not!" Bryson growled.

Argh, Scott Anderson" Jackson grunted. "Scott never ceases to amaze me. Kylie is so lucky to have someone like him and I'm lucky to have someone like you love me so much that he drank like a fish because I broke up with him" Allison said as she adjusted his rough hair. "I'm sorry that I keep taking back my words,but this will be the last time. I took back my words earlier and I take it back again. Loving you is the wisest thing I've done and I don't wanna go back. Jackson, will you be my boyfriend... again?" Allison asked, looking into his eyes.