vsmakayla
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Love alchemist
Modern " Kylian?! We are friends. Shut up and stop talking to me like that. " She shouted while getting up from the living room couch.
" Hazel , this is how I am and I show what I think about you. " He told her while grabbing her little finger and tried to calm her down.
"Are you serious? You… She is my friend. My best friend. How can I date her husband? " She shouted and slapped his hold.
" We just dated and she dumped me . You clearly knew how I loved her , more than her Hazy. " He gave a painful face. His deep brown eyes were annoyed but helpless.
" Yes, I know how you loved her and even now you do love her . Please don't use me in this mess. Kylian…let's stop things here. " She told him while a tear came out from her eyes. She walked fast towards the door but….
A kiss can solve things between us? Can I really date my friend's ex boyfriend? Just because I have feelings, I can't date the person anyways! Am I the only one who is seeking and looking for my true love like an alchemist who is looking for an elixir?
I don't know when and where I fall for this rough, annoying, red flag behavior and dominating guy with a hidden perverted side man. Even though he has mesmerizing rare dark black eyes, long thick lashes, sharp nose with thin soft lips. It's not thin but also not plump. It's just perfect. Ayoo! Enough about his lips. So when? My story with him starts from a tragedy just like other movies and web series but more dramatic than those I guess. It's more like forbidden love?! Or maybe not! I don't know whether I can take him as mine or if he is still someone's property. All I knew about this situation was that I deeply hardly fell in love with the wrong person in the whole world at the wrong timing, maybe worst timing.
Hazel, she is a mizzle in my summer and the star of my sky during heavy storms. Too poetic right? I know it doesn't even suit me. *chuckled. I know very well that I fell in love with her for everything to be honest. At first I fell for her honest sharp words, then for her beautiful face and delicious lips that have never been tasted by anyone before. Then for her pure heart that can make anyone fall in love with her. The only good thing is she won't open her heart to anyone that easily. So I have less competitors. Then her body… her slim waist, thick legs and sexy breast. Everything is perfect. I never noticed that before but after noticing it once, I can't stop myself from thinking about her. I am not a pervert but she is making me a pervert. She healed me completely. I don't think it was the wrong timing for us to meet or fell for each other but the only wrong thing I did was I used to date her bestie, my ex girlfriend Rachel. As you all know, girls have that untold rule, " There is no hesitation, just a big no for ur bestie's ex! Stay loyal to your friend till the end! " Fuck that philosophy and philosopher. Does that bestie really deserve that loyalty? I will make her open up. No, she already told me that she loves me . So all I have to do is seduce her and make her mine. You might like
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But when I opened the door, I found my famous hockey star husband and my daughter acting like the perfect family with Dayna, a glamorous sports commentator.
My daughter shrank away from my open arms.
"Mama's boring. She never plays with me. Don't go, Auntie Dayna!"
My husband didn't even look up from his phone to wish me a happy birthday.
He coldly canceled our dinner plans, claiming he had an urgent, last-minute strategy meeting for his team.
Hours later, a TMZ article popped up on my phone, featuring a brutal photo of the three of them sharing a steak at an upscale Manhattan restaurant.
The headline praised Blake's "family dinner with rumored flame Dayna Nixon" and openly wondered where the current Mrs. Carlisle was.
My daughter lied for this, and my husband publicly humiliated me, treating my five years of silent sacrifice like a pathetic, disposable joke.
I didn't cry, and I didn't throw a desperate fit.
Instead, I calmly walked into his study, signed the pre-nuptial divorce agreement he had prepared years ago, and booked a one-way ticket back to Boston.
From now on, I am no longer Mrs. Carlisle. I am Corinne Sargent, and I am taking my life back. Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
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They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done."
Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me."
As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world.
When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?" Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant
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But my phone's location tracker led me to a secluded overlook, where I caught him rocking his car with another woman.
The woman in the passenger seat was my stepsister, Sienna.
When I exposed their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me.
Instead, they called to scream at me for ruining the family's reputation.
They even rewrote history, claiming Sienna was the one who saved my fiancé from drowning six years ago, and I had stolen her credit.
Carter shamelessly agreed with their lies.
"She's been quietly supporting me all this time... I misunderstood."
I was disowned, thrown out into the freezing rain, and my adoptive father threatened to use his corporate empire to crush my small bakery.
I finally understood that to them, I was just a temporary placeholder, a stepping stone for Sienna to take everything I cherished whenever she pleased.
I refused to let them destroy me.
To protect my bakery and tear down their hypocritical lives, I walked into the penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire to propose a fake PR relationship.
But he slid a two-year marriage contract across the table instead.
Before I could fully process marrying a man I barely knew, a little blonde girl ran into the room and tugged at my dress.
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Instead, the first thing she saw was a photo he had just posted. It was a picture of him laughing in the park with their daughter and Chloe's sister, Isabella.
The caption read: "Perfect Sunday with my favorite girls."
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Wiping away her tears, Chloe didn't throw a meaningless tantrum. Instead, she quietly slipped a devastating divorce agreement into a stack of routine business reports for her arrogant husband to blindly sign, preparing to detonate his perfect world. Married To My Ex-Fiancé's Silent Uncle
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I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper.
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"If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned.
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Three days before our marriage contract expired, he stormed into my emergency room carrying a bleeding woman. It was Allena, his cousin's fiancée.
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"Apologize to her, and I'll have my driver take you to the hospital."
As my blood soaked into the white rug, he stood over me, demanding I get on my knees for his mistress. He didn't know I had faked a miscarriage five years ago to secretly raise our daughter far away from his cruelty. He also didn't know the money he flaunted was pocket change compared to my hidden AI tech empire.
I calmly tied a tourniquet around my bleeding arm with my teeth and wiped my blood directly over his heart onto his custom suit.
"I'm done with you."
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When his first love returned, he handed her divorce papers and cast her aside.
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Late one night, he called, begging for another chance.
Before she could answer, a male voice spoke. "Allison, who's that?"
Allison answered aloofly, "Just a scammer."