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The Wife He Couldn't Afford

The Wife He Couldn't Afford

The organ music swelled, a majestic sound meant to signal joy, but all I felt was a cold dread seeping into my bones. Amidst Savannah' s elite, I, Annabel Anderson, stood in my custom-made wedding gown, a perfect Southern belle about to secure a vital political alliance. My fiancé, Wesley Scott, was arrogant and entitled, and I didn't love him, but this was my path. Just as the wedding march was about to begin, a bridesmaid burst in, gasping, "Annabel, it' s Gabrielle! They found her in her room. Pills." My younger half-sister, the constant reminder of my father' s scandal, had attempted suicide. The wedding halted. At the hospital, Gabrielle, frail and tearful, clutched Wesley' s hand. "I couldn' t bear seeing you marry her," she whispered, then delivered her masterstroke: a fabricated story of sacrificing her fertility to save him, twisting his misguided honor. Wesley, his arrogance gone, turned to me, "Annabel, she is your sister. We can make it work. She can be my wife, and you… you can be her sister-wife." The suggestion hung in the air, a scandalous, barbaric insult to my family' s honor. How could he ask the Senator' s daughter to share a husband, to become a party to public disgrace? Was he truly this manipulated, this blind? Standing in the chaos, I looked at Gabrielle's triumphant eyes. She thought she had won. I took a deep breath. There would be no accommodation. This was my chance not just to escape, but to rewrite the narrative.
Pixelated Promises, Shattered Dreams

Pixelated Promises, Shattered Dreams

For seven years, I poured my soul into "Pixelated Promises," a game that was meant to be the living embodiment of my love story with Liam. I envisioned it as the grand finale, the pixelated masterpiece that would finally lead to his proposal. But at the biggest gaming convention of the year, my world shattered as I watched him on the main stage, showcasing my game, rebranded as "Digital Destiny," with his ex-girlfriend, Sophia, at his side. My characters, my art, my life's work-all presented as her vision, while Liam stood by, beaming, completely oblivious to the dawning horror on my face. He dismissed my pain, my betrayal, and every question I had, brushing it all off as "just a rebranding" for "the good of the project" because Sophia had a "huge following." He even had the audacity to suggest that since I "hated the spotlight," I should just "lend" her my life' s work. Later, I overheard conversations confirming my worst fears: Liam and Sophia' s collaboration wasn't new; it was a premeditated plan spanning years, and I was just a temporary placeholder until his "real love" was available. My seven-year relationship, my dreams, my very identity-all crumbled into dust, proving I had been nothing more than a convenient tool. Adding insult to injury, he exploited my critical illness, diagnosed just weeks prior, to manipulate me into continuing to provide technical support for their game. Then, I stumbled upon a file on our shared server: "Sophia_Game_Proposal_V1.docx," a document containing my deeply personal design notes from five years ago-notes I hadn' t even shared with him-now stolen and claimed as Sophia' s "inspiration." When confronted, Liam, with sickening nonchalance, asked me to "just let it go" for Sophia's sake, utterly oblivious to the fact that I was dying. That night, amidst the hollow celebrations for "Digital Destiny," I sent Liam a final text: "We're done. Don't contact me." The next morning, he showed up at my door, feigning shock at the breakup, and then, in a desperate, performative gesture, knelt and proposed with a diamond ring. But his theatrical display meant nothing; the man I loved had already stolen everything from me. When he stumbled upon my medical report, confirming my terminal illness, he crumbled, blaming Sophia, begging for forgiveness. Yet, his tears were too late; the man I had loved for seven years had left me with nothing but ashes. I was done fighting not for myself, but for the devastated faces of my parents, I agreed to one last, futile treatment. In the faint light of an old arcade, surrounded by the ghosts of our past, I calmly told Liam, "We had a good dream once, Liam. It was a beautiful promise," accepting the end with quiet dignity.
Loving Rex Angelo

Loving Rex Angelo

"Hey, hey slowdown, park beside that girl.” Rex told Jones, Jones did not need to be told twice he did as he was told and parked beside Cherry. Rex lowered the car window watching the morning breeze carry her auburn hair. Mesmerized he watched Cherry longer than he wanted but regained control afterward. "You're going somewhere?”He asked her hoping for a normal conversation. This wasn't like him, parking by the roadside to talk with an ordinary girl, but Cherry doesn't feel ordinary to him she was extraordinary. Cherry looked confused thinking he was talking to someone else, she innocently looked behind her to see if there was another person behind her and she did not notice it. "I am talking to you girl, there is no one behind you.” Rex spoke sounding offended she looked behind instead of answering. "Me?” Cherry asked looking very confused. She did not expect to catch the attention of anybody and a hot handsome rich man like Rex wasn't on her list. "Yes, you get in.”He ordered not having the sweet boy tone he used seconds ago. Cherry felt her skin crawl in uncomfortable ways because of the tone he used, it brought back memories that had been buried for years. Cherry absent-mindedly stepped back looking at him with unsure eyes. Rex noticed the change in her mood but tried making her feel easy with him. "I can't. I don't know you.”Cherry spoke as if in a trance, she mentally and physically got herself ready to sprint in case he reached to attack her. "You are going to G stark enterprise isn't it.”He asked. Cherry was astonished contemplating if she should answer or not. "No.”She flatly denied it not wanting to continue this conversion anymore. I am not kidnapping you if that is what you're thinking, just consider it a favor. Now hurry into the car, you don't want to be late on your first day.” He said which shocked Cherry. How did he know about her job and where she worked. She felt uncertain to enter the car but an unknown force controlled her into listening to him. She was already falling for the handsome without his persuasions. "Okay.”She replied, angry he got through her. Cherry carefully stepped into the car, using the door Rex left open. Rex gave Cherry some room so she could slip in fully and helped her close the door while his hand accidentally brushed against her hand. Rex saw her visibly tense but thought of a quick way to make her relaxed with him. "You got to relax. I am not a kidnapper I promise.”He told her. Cherry jumped from her seat not expecting him to say a word but continued to sit that way, her muscles stiff and unmoving.“What is your name?" He asked her. "Sorry I can't tell you.”She replied politely still looking out the window. She held the door for dear life, if she wasn't careful enough the door will open and send her flying out but luckily for her it was locked from the driver seat. "You are in my car and you got to answer me or do you expect me to call you that girl.”He asked cocking his head to the side. Rex fought the urge to look Cherry up and down with his sinful eyes, it will only make matters worse. And why was he interested in her he could not explain. Just as she suspected, he was up to something this was no free ride. “I'd prefer none.” She said sternly. "As you wish.”Rex replied having no other means to communicate with Cherry since she only showed more hostility than friendship towards him. They didn't say anything to each other till the car came to a halt. Cherry quickly grabbed her purse and exit the car, she did not however forget to thank him for the ride. **** "You, what are you doing here?”She snapped at him feeling exposed and embarrassed he watched her dance. Rex became vexed by what she said. "Look little girl I might be friendly but I tolerate nothing from anyone so know your place.”He warned her. "Little? I know my place it is you who doesn't. Watching someone dance is creepy.”She blurts out. "Oh I'm sorry, I can't help it when I am stuck with a stripper shaking her buttocks for my entertainment.”Cherry slapped him on the cheek glaring hard at him. "How dare you son of a bitch!" She yelled in his face.