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Love My Way

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Chapter 1 The Stranger In Her Bed

Word Count: 1215    |    Released on: 18/05/2025

gled sheets. The king-sized bed was in chaos-pillows on the floor, a discarded shirt hanging off the

n, and her skull throbbed with every heartbeat. A faint blush colored her cheeks-not

oggily as she tried to figure out where she was. Her

the digital clock

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in unfamiliar places. Slowly, she lifted th

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th

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the sound, hopeful. Maybe it was her boss-Nathaniel Renford-the one she'd meant to

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“She didn't mean to knock the mayor to the ground, let alone shove a fistful of coins into his chest and vanish into the night. But that's exactly what Blair Walker did after one too many tequila shots at her cousin's wedding. Three accidental meetings later, she found herself waking up next to him. Again. And then she married him. By accident. Graham Marcus-yes, the sharp-jawed, no-nonsense mayor of Crestwood Falls-wasn't exactly her idea of a dream husband. Arrogant. Infuriatingly calm. And way too good at twisting her words. Their second night together proved that their chemistry was both a blessing... and a ticking time bomb. On their wedding night, a stray kick to his most sensitive region marked the beginning of a cold war that would span their entire marriage. He called it payback. She called it unfair. He kept score. She fought back. Their life became a chessboard-passion-fueled fights, sarcastic flirtations, and retaliation disguised as affection. And still, somehow, she couldn't stay away from him. Then came that fateful Monday morning at the office. A curious colleague asked, "Blair, who is he to you?" Caught off-guard and panicking, she blurted the worst thing possible: "He's my uncle." The silence was deafening. The air crackled with tension. That night, Marcus's voice was velvet and venom as he shut the bedroom door. "Oh? I'm your uncle now? Funny... because your 'uncle' knows exactly how you sound when you're begging for more." She slept on the sofa. Again. This man was impossible. But deep down, Blair knew something had changed. He was no longer just a mistake or an enemy with a wedding ring. He was a storm-and she had walked straight into the eye of it. And somewhere between the war and the wine, between every argument and every stolen look... She realized she might not make it out of this marriage with her heart intact.”