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Friend'S Mom Is Mine

Marrying my father's friend, in love with my best friend

What is worst than marrying someone you don’t love? Marrying someone while in love with another one. For Ivy, it wasn’t that of a tragedy. Marrying for love was a risky move. The love could fade away and after, what was left for you? Nothing. Marrying someone because of mutual benefit was the best move to make, at the end, the benefits would remain. At least, that was what she wanted everyone to believe. The truth was, she was madly in love with someone who couldn’t be hers. She watched him fall for someone else, doing all she could to pull them apart. She slowly found herself becoming the villain of their story. In the fear of hurting the man she loves and the possibility of him hating her for life, she left. She let them live their love and concentrate on hers. It never ends well for the villain and she couldn’t waste her life at the pursuit of a chimera. She came back, three years after. A business on her name and the title of the business woman of the year. Her professional life was perfect but her lack of personal life didn’t go unnotice. Sorrounded at every corner by marriage proposal and a mother who won’t stop pestering her, she announced, “The man I want to marry is as wealthy as myself, fifteen years older and with no desire of having children," Her words left everyone shocked. She jokingly said those words in order to chase away the nuisance who only have marriage on their lips but a man came to her office, “When is the wedding?” He had everything she wanted. He entered in all her criterias but why did he want to marry her?
Ivresse · 10.8K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 4.2K Views
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