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Still Inlove With My Ex-Girlfriend

Still Inlove With My Ex-Girlfriend

I smiled when I saw Russel on stage, he didn't know I was here because he didn't want me to go when he was singing. I just want to see his actual singing, he's my boyfriend. I looked around the whole place and just smiled because of the number of people watching him now. He's famous and handsome and he also has a lot of fans but I'm sorry for them because they admire my boyfriend. I'm ready to go because it looks like it's about to start. "This song is for the person that I missed so much." Everyone started laughing and murmuring started around me, my heart jumped for joy because I was sure he was referring to what he said. Aziel, Russel's friend, started strumming the guitar. They are a group that sings and they are five in a troop. Russell grabbed the mic and got ready to sing. 'Honey, why are you calling me so late. It's kinda hard to talk right now. Honey, why are you crying, everything is okay. I gotta whisper cause I can't be too loud.' A smile appeared on my lips when I heard his very cold voice. Such a beautiful voice! That's why I fell in love with him even more. The girls who thought you were tickled immediately started to giggle, I can't blame them, Russel's voice is really beautiful. The drum started to beat, which the women stopped more and more. 'Well, my girl's in the next room sometimes I wish she was you' I was suddenly stunned to hear those lyrics, I looked at the stage and saw Russel just facing the stage. 'I guess we never really moved on' My brow furrowed because he seemed to be staring at something below, I was just on the side so it looked like he hadn't noticed me yet. I followed his gaze and it was like I was frozen in place when I saw who he was staring at. 'It's really good to hear your voice saying my name it sounds so sweet.' He's staring at her, he looks at her very differently than he looks at me. I could clearly see how a smile appeared on his lips. Those smiles... I've only seen them again since they broke up. Coming from the lips of an angel. Hearing those words makes me weak. And i never wanna say goodbye but girl you make it hard to be faithful.' I could feel my heart beating faster and at the same time it was hurting, I looked at the woman who was now also staring at Russel. "With the lips of an angel." I just felt my tears fall one after the other. I think... he's still into her. That girl is his first love, first girlfriend and first heartbreak. That's right, I'm still the loser at the end..
Spring After A Cold Winter

Spring After A Cold Winter

The termination notice arrived, cold and impersonal, ending my three-year stint as the "unofficial queen" of Hayes Tech and Nathan Hayes' s girlfriend. Just like that, I was collateral damage for the return of Chloe Davis, his high school sweetheart and "white knight." But then, a strange relief washed over me. This corporate execution was a stark contrast to the messy life I lived, a life already tangled in Nathan' s possessive grip. My desk, the one Nathan himself had moved so he could "see me whenever he looked out his office window," now faced a tightly shut blind. Outside, his sleek black car pulled up, and he opened the door for Chloe, a practiced gesture of chivalry he' d never once shown me. His adoration for her was a look he reserved only for her. He was giving her the world, and I was just the discarded memory, a piece of sidewalk furniture he walked past without a glance. My phone, once buzzing with his messages, now remained dark, a testament to his new home with Chloe. Then came the calls from unknown numbers, the news reports of their perfect reunion. During this silent abandonment, I made several trips to the hospital, clutching papers that spelled out a truth I wasn' t ready to face. He stayed home that night, pressing my hand to his cheek. "I' ve been so busy, I didn' t even notice you were sick." His tenderness, a poison I' d willingly consumed, was so easily mistaken for genuine affection. "Ava," he whispered after a night of desperate passion, "you' re not mad I fired you, are you?" How could I be? He was my salvation, the one who paid off my mother' s debts, the possessive voice that rumbled, "Ava, you' re my golden cage bird. The one who can never leave me." But everything had already changed. I just didn't realize how much until Brenda, Chloe's best friend, showed up, displaying my pathetic devotion for scorn. "Homewrecker," she spat, then lunged, slapping me across the face before slamming my head against the tabletop. Waking in a hospital bed, Nathan was there, but his concern was for Chloe' s reputation, not my pain. "Ava, Chloe is different. She's not like you. Just be good, okay?" He didn' t wipe away the single, hot tear that rolled down my temple. To him, I was a nuisance, an inconvenience. So, I had to die for him to let me go? The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. He laughed, a strange, humorless sound. He couldn't see it, but I was done. It was time to settle my own accounts. I would give him a spring he would never forget.
 A Sheikh to Marry

A Sheikh to Marry

PROLOGUE : What wouldn't we do for our children ? A mother is capable of doing anything to save her kids. That's exactly the case for me-Carla, a twenty-year-old woman, mother of twin girls, and divorced from an irresponsible and criminal ex-husband. I find myself in a delicate situation when my ex kidnaps our daughters and forces me to steal priceless jewelry from the office of the powerful, ruthless, and bloodthirsty Sheikh Mohamed, who has come from his country solely to attend the inauguration party for the purchase of his new company in America. To avoid losing my children, I accept-against my will-to do what that vile man asks of me. I do everything I can to get a job as a waitress at the party in order to carry out my mission. During the event, I see the Sheikh from behind, deep in conversation with his advisors and collaborators. I quietly slip away toward his office, which, to my relief, isn't locked. My heart races as I start searching through the drawers until I find a small bag filled with golden jewelry. I feel a rush of relief that everything has gone smoothly, but I'm not proud of what I've just done-I've never stolen anything in my life. But I have no choice. My daughters' lives are on the line. I thought I had planned everything perfectly. What I didn't expect was for the Sheikh to catch me red-handed. What fate does the Sheikh have in store for me ? Will I make it out of this ? Will I be able to save my children ?
The Divorce He Didn't See

The Divorce He Didn't See

My husband, Mark, GreenScape' s CEO, always prioritized his ambition, and I quietly supported him, sacrificing my own dreams. I meticulously managed our flagship Willow Creek project, pouring months of my life into it. Mark claimed to be in Boulder for a crucial zoning appeal. But then, an Instagram post shattered that illusion: Mark, playing 'eco-warrior' in Denver with Ashley, our new coordinator, her hand on his arm, a gushing caption highlighting her initiative. I "liked" the post. Immediately, Mark called, furious, accusing me of mocking Ashley and ordering me to retract it. Later, Ashley posted a victim statement on our company portal, subtly implicating me. Mark demanded a public apology, threatening to pull me from Willow Creek. My colleagues turned away. Mocking her? I, who truly understood hard work, was being gaslit by a man who dismissed my severe allergies as "drama." The blatant threats, years of neglect, and casual disregard for our marriage solidified into one cold, unyielding truth. This wasn't about an Instagram post; it was about him. They expected an apology, me to grovel. I closed the portal, a quiet, chilling resolve settling in. Little did Mark or Ashley know, my escape plan was already set. Our divorce papers were signed months ago-by him-back when he was too consumed by Ashley' s manufactured crises to even notice. My real project was complete. It was time for his world to unravel.
The Flower Boy

The Flower Boy

Anthony's inner turmoil as he struggles with the memory of his lost love, Donna. Despite her tragic death in a plane crash years ago, Anthony clings to the necklace she gave him as a symbol of their eternal bond. Music becomes his solace, as he pours his pain and devotion into heartfelt melodies on the keyboard. As the story unfolds, we are introduced to Anthony's dual life: a celebrated member of the music group "Flower Boys," idolized by fans yet harboring disdain for women, a sentiment stemming from his inability to replace Donna in his heart. This leads to his harsh behavior toward female classmates and others, demonstrating his struggle with unresolved grief. The narrative shifts to Nancy, a hardworking and optimistic young woman seeking to support her struggling father. A babysitting job introduces her to Anthony, but their initial encounter is marred by his cruelty and dismissiveness. Despite the humiliation, Nancy maintains her composure, showcasing her resilience. Fate brings their paths together again during an audition at Anthony's prestigious music school, where Nancy's passion for music shines through her emotional rendition of "Photograph" by Ed Sheeran. Despite Anthony's attempt to disqualify her, she earns her place through the support of the other judges, setting the stage for a tense yet intriguing dynamic between the two. The novel weaves themes of loss, love, resilience, and the transformative power of music, drawing readers into the complex lives of Anthony and Nancy as they navigate their intertwined destinies.