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### **Chapter 1: The Perfect Engagement**

Lisa West stood in front of the full-length mirror, fingers lightly grazing the intricate lace of her wedding dress. The delicate fabric hugged her slender frame, flaring out in soft waves that cascaded to the floor. Everything about the dress was perfect—the way it accentuated her curves, the subtle shimmer under the boutique lights, the way it made her look every bit the part of Devon Saint's future wife.

Yet, as she stared at herself, all she could feel was a growing sense of dread.

"Lisa, you look absolutely stunning," came the voice of her best friend, Emily, who was sitting nearby, a small smile on her lips. Emily's eyes sparkled with genuine admiration, but Lisa couldn't bring herself to mirror the enthusiasm.

"Thanks, Em," Lisa replied, forcing a smile as she turned slightly to examine the dress from another angle. But no matter how much she adjusted the fabric or how many compliments she received, the unease gnawing at her insides wouldn't go away.

As if sensing her inner turmoil, Emily stood and came to her side. "What's wrong? You don't seem excited. Most brides would be over the moon about a dress like this."

"I know, I know," Lisa said, her voice tinged with guilt. "I just… I don't know what's wrong with me. Everything is perfect, and yet…" She trailed off, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"You're marrying one of the most eligible bachelors in the city, you're from one of the wealthiest families, and you're about to have the wedding of the century," Emily said, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "If you're having doubts, that's totally normal. It's just nerves."

Lisa nodded, but she knew it wasn't just nerves. Her mind kept drifting back to Sara, the daughter of the D.W. Organization. Ever since their paths had crossed, Lisa found herself inexplicably drawn to her. Sara was everything Lisa wasn't—bold, mysterious, with a dangerous edge that sent shivers down her spine. Their interactions had been brief but intense, charged with an energy Lisa had never experienced before.

Lisa was snapped out of her thoughts when the door to the fitting room opened, and Devon Saint walked in. Tall, handsome, with dark hair neatly styled and a smile that could melt hearts, Devon was every bit the perfect fiancé. He was charming, intelligent, and deeply in love with her. He had been nothing but supportive throughout their engagement, making sure every detail of the wedding was exactly how she wanted it.

"There's my beautiful bride-to-be," he said warmly, crossing the room in a few long strides. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, looking at their reflection in the mirror. "You look breathtaking, Lisa."

She smiled weakly, leaning into him. "Thank you, Devon."

"I can't wait for the day I finally get to call you my wife," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. His affection was genuine, and for a moment, Lisa wished she could just let herself be content with him—let herself fall in love with the man she was about to marry.

But deep down, she knew she was lying to both of them.

As Devon's phone buzzed in his pocket, he sighed and stepped back, glancing at the screen. "I need to take this. It's about the merger with your family's company."

"Of course," Lisa said, grateful for the brief reprieve. As Devon stepped out of the room, she turned back to the mirror, staring at her reflection as if searching for answers.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Lisa alone with her thoughts. She touched the fabric of her dress again, but the excitement she had expected to feel was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was only that persistent knot in her stomach, a feeling that something wasn't right.

"Maybe I'm just overthinking this," she muttered to herself, but the words rang hollow in the empty room.

She closed her eyes, letting out a slow breath. In her mind, she pictured Sara—her piercing blue eyes, the way she moved with such confidence, and the undeniable chemistry that sparked between them whenever they were in the same room. It was a connection she hadn't felt with anyone else, not even Devon.

Lisa's heart pounded in her chest as she recalled the last time she had seen Sara, at a charity event just a few weeks ago. Their eyes had met across the crowded room, and for a moment, it had felt like they were the only two people in the world. Lisa had excused herself from Devon's side, feeling like she couldn't breathe, but Sara had followed her out to the terrace, where they shared a brief, intense conversation that had left Lisa reeling.

"I need to stop thinking about her," Lisa whispered, trying to shake the thoughts away But the more she tried to supress them, the stronger they became. Sara had a hold on her that she couldn't explain—a magnetic pull that made her question everything she thought she knew about herself, about love, about what she wanted in life.

Her phone buzzed on the small table beside the mirror, snapping her out of her reverie. She picked it up, her breath catching when she saw Sara's name flashing on the screen.

For a moment, Lisa just stared at it, her heart pounding in her chest. What was Sara doing, messaging her now, of all times? Part of her wanted to ignore it, to pretend that everything was fine, that she was just a bride-to-be with nothing on her mind except her upcoming wedding. But she knew that wasn't true. Not anymore.

With trembling fingers, Lisa swiped to open the message.

**Sara:** *Hey, I know this is out of the blue, but can we talk? I really need to see you.*

Lisa's pulse quickened as she read the words. She knew she shouldn't respond. She knew that talking to Sara, seeing her, would only complicate things further. But despite every rational thought telling her to stay away, she found herself typing a reply.

**Lisa:** *Where?*

The reply was almost instantaneous.

*Sara:** *The old pier. Tonight, at 8. Please, Lisa… I just need to talk to you.*

Lisa stared at the message, her heart racing. The old pier was a secluded spot just outside the city, a place where people went to be alone or to escape from prying eyes. It was the perfect place for a secret meeting—too perfect, in fact. She knew that going there would be dangerous, not in the physical sense, but emotionally. If she went, she'd be crossing a line she wasn't sure she could come back from.

She bit her lip, her mind racing with all the possible outcomes of this meeting. What could Sara possibly want to talk about? What did she hope to achieve by seeing her alone? The possibilities were endless, each one more intoxicating and terrifying than the last.

But deep down, Lisa knew the truth. She knew that she wasn't just curious about what Sara had to say—she wanted to see her. Despite everything, despite the wedding, despite Devon, she wanted to be near Sara again, to feel that electric connection between them, to see if what she felt was real or just a figment of her imagination.

She quickly typed out a response before she could change her mind.

**Lisa:** *I'll be there.*

As soon as she sent the message, a wave of anxiety and anticipation washed over her. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Her wedding was only a few weeks away, and here she was, planning to meet another woman in secret. A woman she couldn't stop thinking about. A woman who was turning her world upside down.

Devon re-entered the room just as Lisa slipped her phone back onto the table, her heart still racing. He walked over to her with a satisfied grin on his face, clearly pleased with whatever had transpired during his call.

"Sorry about that," he said, wrapping his arms around her again. "Just some final details about the merger. Everything's going according to plan."

"Good," Lisa murmured, trying to sound as normal as possible, but her mind was already elsewhere. She could barely focus on what Devon was saying, her thoughts consumed by the upcoming meeting with Sara.

"You're really quiet today," Devon observed, tilting her chin up so she had to look at him. "Is everything okay? You seem… distracted."

Lisa forced herself to smile, shaking off her nervousness. "I'm just a little overwhelmed, that's all. There's so much going on with the wedding and the merger… I guess it's all just hitting me at once."

Devon smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss her softly. "It's all going to be worth it, I promise. In just a few weeks, we'll be married, and everything will be perfect. You'll see."

Lisa nodded, her smile still forced. "Yeah… perfect."

But as Devon continued to talk about their future together, Lisa's thoughts drifted back to Sara, and the secret rendezvous that awaited her that night. She couldn't help but wonder if she was making a terrible mistake. But deep down, she knew she wouldn't back out. Not now.

As Devon continued to discuss the wedding plans, Lisa nodded along, but her mind was miles away, imagining the possibilities of what the night would bring. She knew she was playing with fire, but something inside her—something she couldn't ignore—was pulling her towards the flames.

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That evening, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Lisa found herself driving out to the old pier. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white with tension. The drive was familiar, yet each passing mile made her heart pound harder in her chest. She kept telling herself that she was just going to talk, that nothing more would happen, but she couldn't shake the feeling that tonight would change everything.

The pier was quiet, as she had expected. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, the wooden planks creaking underfoot as the water lapped gently against the support beams below. Lisa parked her car and stepped out, the cool evening air brushing against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

She walked slowly towards the end of the pier, where she saw Sara standing, her back turned to her, looking out over the water. The sight of her—silhouetted against the dusky sky—sent a jolt of electricity through Lisa, making her pulse quicken.

"Sara," Lisa called out softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Sara turned at the sound of her name, a soft smile playing on her lips as she met Lisa's gaze. "You came."

"Yeah… I came," Lisa replied, stopping a few feet away, unsure of what to do next.

For a moment, they just stood there, neither of them speaking, the silence between them filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Finally, Sara took a step closer, her eyes never leaving Lisa's.

"I'm sorry for dragging you out here like this," Sara said, her voice quiet, almost hesitant. "I just… I needed to see you. I've been thinking about you so much, and I didn't know what else to do."

Lisa swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "I've been thinking about you too, Sara. More than I probably should."

Sara's expression softened, and she took another step closer, closing the distance between them. "Lisa, I know you're about to marry Devon, and I don't want to make things harder for you. But I can't pretend that what I feel for you isn't real."

Lisa's breath caught in her throat as Sara's words hung in the air between them. She had been waiting for this, dreading it and longing for it all at once. "What do you feel?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sara reached out, gently taking Lisa's hands in hers, the touch sending a spark of electricity through her. "I'm in love with you, Lisa. I think I have been since the moment we met. I know it's crazy, and I know it's complicated, but I can't keep it to myself anymore."

Lisa's heart was pounding so hard she was sure Sara could hear it. She felt like the world had just tilted on its axis, everything she thought she knew crumbling around her. "Sara… I…"

Sara shook her head, her grip tightening on Lisa's hands. "You don't have to say anything, I just needed you to know. Whatever happens, whatever you decide, I'll accept it. But I couldn't let you get married without telling you how I feel."

Lisa felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her emotions a tangled mess. She had been so focused on doing what was expected of her—marrying Devon, fulfilling her family's wishes—that she had never really allowed herself to consider what she truly wanted. But now, standing here with Sara, hearing those words, she realized that she couldn't ignore her own heart any longer.

"I don't know what to do," Lisa whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I'm so confused."

Sara gently wiped away the tears with her thumb, her touch tender and comforting. "It's okay to be confused, Lisa. I know this is a lot. But just know that whatever you choose, I'll be here for you. I just want you to be happy."

Lisa looked into Sara's eyes, seeing nothing but honesty and love reflected back at her. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she could breathe, like she was finally free to be herself.

Without thinking, without overanalyzing, Lisa leaned in and kissed Sara, her lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative caress. The kiss was brief, but it was enough to send a jolt of emotion through both of them, a silent promise of what could be.

When they pulled back, Sara's eyes were wide with surprise, but there was also a glimmer of hope in them. "Lisa…"

"I don't know what's going to happen," Lisa said, her voice trembling. "But I can't marry Devon without figuring this out. I need to know what this is, what we could be."

Sara smiled, her relief palpable. "We'll figure it out together."

As they stood there on the pier, the night settling around them, Lisa felt something shift inside her. She didn't have all the answers, and she didn't know what the future held, but for the first time, she felt like she was taking control of her own destiny. And no matter what happened next, she knew one thing for certain: she couldn't ignore her heart any longer.

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And so, Lisa's journey of self-discovery and complicated love began, with a kiss under the stars and a promise of something more.

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**Sara:** *The old pier. Tonight, at 8. Please, Lisa… I just need to talk to you.*

Lisa stared at the message, her heart racing. The old pier was a secluded spot just outside the city, a place where people went to be alone or to escape from prying eyes. It was the perfect place for a secret meeting—too perfect, in fact. She knew that going there would be dangerous, not in the physical sense, but emotionally. If she went, she'd be crossing a line she wasn't sure she could come back from.

She bit her lip, her mind racing with all the possible outcomes of this meeting. What could Sara possibly want to talk about? What did she hope to achieve by seeing her alone? The possibilities were endless, each one more intoxicating and terrifying than the last.

But deep down, Lisa knew the truth. She knew that she wasn't just curious about what Sara had to say—she wanted to see her. Despite everything, despite the wedding, despite Devon, she wanted to be near Sara again, to feel that electric connection between them, to see if what she felt was real or just a figment of her imagination.

She quickly typed out a response before she could change her mind.

**Lisa:** *I'll be there.*

As soon as she sent the message, a wave of anxiety and anticipation washed over her. She couldn't believe what she had just done. Her wedding was only a few weeks away, and here she was, planning to meet another woman in secret. A woman she couldn't stop thinking about. A woman who was turning her world upside down.

Devon re-entered the room just as Lisa slipped her phone back onto the table, her heart still racing. He walked over to her with a satisfied grin on his face, clearly pleased with whatever had transpired during his call.

"Sorry about that," he said, wrapping his arms around her again. "Just some final details about the merger. Everything's going according to plan."

"Good," Lisa murmured, trying to sound as normal as possible, but her mind was already elsewhere. She could barely focus on what Devon was saying, her thoughts consumed by the upcoming meeting with Sara.

"You're really quiet today," Devon observed, tilting her chin up so she had to look at him. "Is everything okay? You seem… distracted."

Lisa forced herself to smile, shaking off her nervousness. "I'm just a little overwhelmed, that's all. There's so much going on with the wedding and the merger… I guess it's all just hitting me at once."

Devon smiled warmly, leaning in to kiss her softly. "It's all going to be worth it, I promise. In just a few weeks, we'll be married, and everything will be perfect. You'll see."

Lisa nodded, her smile still forced. "Yeah… perfect."

But as Devon continued to talk about their future together, Lisa's thoughts drifted back to Sara, and the secret rendezvous that awaited her that night. She couldn't help but wonder if she was making a terrible mistake. But deep down, she knew she wouldn't back out. Not now.

As Devon continued to discuss the wedding plans, Lisa nodded along, but her mind was miles away, imagining the possibilities of what the night would bring. She knew she was playing with fire, but something inside her—something she couldn't ignore—was pulling her towards the flames.

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That evening, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, Lisa found herself driving out to the old pier. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles white with tension. The drive was familiar, yet each passing mile made her heart pound harder in her chest. She kept telling herself that she was just going to talk, that nothing more would happen, but she couldn't shake the feeling that tonight would change everything.

The pier was quiet, as she had expected. It was a place where time seemed to stand still, the wooden planks creaking underfoot as the water lapped gently against the support beams below. Lisa parked her car and stepped out, the cool evening air brushing against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

She walked slowly towards the end of the pier, where she saw Sara standing, her back turned to her, looking out over the water. The sight of her—silhouetted against the dusky sky—sent a jolt of electricity through Lisa, making her pulse quicken.

"Sara," Lisa called out softly, her voice trembling slightly.

Sara turned at the sound of her name, a soft smile playing on her lips as she met Lisa's gaze. "You came."

"Yeah… I came," Lisa replied, stopping a few feet away, unsure of what to do next.

For a moment, they just stood there, neither of them speaking, the silence between them filled with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Finally, Sara took a step closer, her eyes never leaving Lisa's.

"I'm sorry for dragging you out here like this," Sara said, her voice quiet, almost hesitant. "I just… I needed to see you. I've been thinking about you so much, and I didn't know what else to do."

Lisa swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. "I've been thinking about you too, Sara. More than I probably should."

Sara's expression softened, and she took another step closer, closing the distance between them. "Lisa, I know you're about to marry Devon, and I don't want to make things harder for you. But I can't pretend that what I feel for you isn't real."

Lisa's breath caught in her throat as Sara's words hung in the air between them. She had been waiting for this, dreading it and longing for it all at once. "What do you feel?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sara reached out, gently taking Lisa's hands in hers, the touch sending a spark of electricity through her. "I'm in love with you, Lisa. I think I have been since the moment we met. I know it's crazy, and I know it's complicated, but I can't keep it to myself anymore."

Lisa's heart was pounding so hard she was sure Sara could hear it. She felt like the world had just tilted on its axis, everything she thought she knew crumbling around her. "Sara… I…"

Sara shook her head, her grip tightening on Lisa's hands. "You don't have to say anything, I just needed you to know. Whatever happens, whatever you decide, I'll accept it. But I couldn't let you get married without telling you how I feel."

Lisa felt tears prickling at the corners of her eyes, her emotions a tangled mess. She had been so focused on doing what was expected of her—marrying Devon, fulfilling her family's wishes—that she had never really allowed herself to consider what she truly wanted. But now, standing here with Sara, hearing those words, she realized that she couldn't ignore her own heart any longer.

"I don't know what to do," Lisa whispered, tears slipping down her cheeks. "I'm so confused."

Sara gently wiped away the tears with her thumb, her touch tender and comforting. "It's okay to be confused, Lisa. I know this is a lot. But just know that whatever you choose, I'll be here for you. I just want you to be happy."

Lisa looked into Sara's eyes, seeing nothing but honesty and love reflected back at her. For the first time in a long time, she felt like she could breathe, like she was finally free to be herself.

Without thinking, without overanalyzing, Lisa leaned in and kissed Sara, her lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative caress. The kiss was brief, but it was enough to send a jolt of emotion through both of them, a silent promise of what could be.

When they pulled back, Sara's eyes were wide with surprise, but there was also a glimmer of hope in them. "Lisa…"

"I don't know what's going to happen," Lisa said, her voice trembling. "But I can't marry Devon without figuring this out. I need to know what this is, what we could be."

Sara smiled, her relief palpable. "We'll figure it out together."

As they stood there on the pier, the night settling around them, Lisa felt something shift inside her. She didn't have all the answers, and she didn't know what the future held, but for the first time, she felt like she was taking control of her own destiny. And no matter what happened next, she knew one thing for certain: she couldn't ignore her heart any longer.

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And so, Lisa's journey of self-discovery and complicated love began, with a kiss under the stars and a promise of something more.