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I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

~ END ~ Author’s Note: Next Story “The Poker Game”

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' Except the wind wasn’t coming from outside, it was pulsing from the book itself. A golden glow spilled out between its pages. My jaw dropped as my hair whipped around my face, tugged by a force that wasn’t natural. Then my whole body lifted off the floor. “What the hell?!” My scream tore from my throat as I was dragged into the blinding light. And then.. “Hello, Kayla Turi. I am Ety. You have spoken the password to the story portal. Prepare yourself. It begins now.” Portal? What do you mean by portal?!

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she pressed. I took a deep breath, a blush creeping up my cheeks. This wasn't just any story; it felt like the beginning of something special, and I wanted to savour every detail. "Well," I began, pausing for dramatic effect, "it all started with a wrong turn..." A collective gasp from my friends sent chills of excitement down my spine. Leaning in closer, I launched into the story, weaving a tale of a chance encounter, an unexpected connection, and a spark that ignited something beautiful in my life.

Expensive artworks were hung on the wall in a quite impressive style. The sound of clinking glasses occasionally punctuated the air, followed by the laughter which resonated the air. “You might get lost staring at these, mate,” Mike said behind me. I whirled around in his direction, a smile on my lips as I extended my hand for a handshake. He grabbed it, his grip firm and we shook. We got to an empty chair and sat down, “You popped up on my news feed with some shitty content written by bloggers, what's going on, mate?” his voice was laced with concern.

Conrad barked in the yard, "Shirley, I think you've gone insane! I'm here trying to warn you—Horace is just a useless man! If you know what's good for you, you'd better find a way to break off the engagement. Otherwise, you'll regret it!" I couldn't be bothered to raise an eyebrow at him. I just slowly opened my WhatsApp. [When do we make the next move?] My current teammate was clearly more proactive than the one outside. I typed, [No rush. Let's watch the show unfold.]

The novel has 52 chapters including the prologue and epilogue. I closed my laptop before I walk out of my room, I look at Janine and Shia who are eating their chips while they are watching. “Oh, hi!” Janine greeted me when she noticed me. “You didn’t tell me that you’re going here,” I say, I sit beside her. “Is it required?” she asks, I laugh, “I’m watching with my friend, I don’t want to talk to anyone,” she added before she look at the TV again. Shia looked at Janine.

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