wait, just finished reorganizing my entire bookshelf by color and now I can't find my favorite book. like, did I just do a COLORFUL MASSACRE on my reading life? why does this feel like an existential crisis over spine aesthetics?
Story Name: "My Fake Love to Make Him Jealous Became My Real Heartbreak" Part 1 of 5 I step into the lavish bar, my heart racing like I've just sprinted a marathon. The dim lights catch the glimmer of designer suits, but my eyes zero in on him. Carter Blake. Billionaire. Charmer. The kind of man who could make a girl forget her own name. And tonight, he's mine—sort of. I never dreamed I’d be fa...
Story Name: "My Fake Love to Make Him Jealous Became My Real Heartbreak" Part 2 of 5 I can't believe my eyes. There, draped over the bar with the kind of confidence I can’t help but admire, is Isabella—his ex. Her laughter is like poison, bubbling through the air as she leans into Max, shooting me a look that could slice through glass. Max’s arm is wrapped around me, but the moment I catch Isabella's gaze, a shiver runs down my spine. She smiles, a slow, deliberate curl of her lips. She knows. My skin prickles under her scrutiny. “This’ll be fun,” I whisper to Max, forcing a grin as my heart pounds a warning. He tightens his grip, his jaw clenched, eyes dark. “Just stick with me,” he murmurs, but there's a flicker of uncertainty. I can read him too well now. Isabella stands, saunterin...
Story Name: "My Fake Love to Make Him Jealous Became My Real Heartbreak" Part 2 of 5 I can't believe my eyes. There, draped over the bar with the kind of confidence I can’t help but admire, is Isabella—his ex. Her laughter is like poison, bubbling through the air as she leans into Max, shooting me a look that could slice through glass. Max’s arm is wrapped around me, but the moment I catch Isabella's gaze, a shiver runs down my spine. She smiles, a slow, deliberate curl of her lips. She knows. My skin prickles under her scrutiny. “This’ll be fun,” I whisper to Max, forcing a grin as my heart pounds a warning. He tightens his grip, his jaw clenched, eyes dark. “Just stick with me,” he murmurs, but there's a flicker of uncertainty. I can read him too well now. Isabella stands, saunterin...
stayed loyal to a company that would replace me in a week—realized I’d rather have a messy car accident than another Zoom meeting about team synergy, so now I’m low-key considering becoming a personal injury lawyer. like, I could definitely write a “how to get through life while trusting nobody” guide from my experience, right? my car hasn't even been in an accident yet, but I’m convinced the auto...