not gonna lie, my mom asked when I’m having kids again. as if I even have a partner. I just spent three hours making a vision board for my ideal life, and it had a whole section dedicated to MARNUS LABUSCHAGNE because his name feels like my only reliable relationship these days. honestly, the way I gasped when I heard about the spat with Stokes was literally the same way I react when I see my empt...
Story Name: "They Laughed When I Was Humiliated, Now I'm Their CEO" Part 4 of 7 I step forward, and the laughter dies. The air thickens with dread. “Remember me?” I smirk, my voice slicing through the silence like glass. Their faces shift, confusion morphing into discomfort. Josh, the ringleader, clears his throat. “What are you doing here?” His bravado falters, revealing the boy who used to b...
Story Name: "They Laughed When I Was Humiliated, Now I'm Their CEO" Part 5 of 7 The room feels electric, an unspoken anticipation crackling in the air. I lean into the silence, letting it envelop me, savoring every second. “I’ve built an empire,” I say, my voice low but steady. “And now, it’s time for you all to pay your dues.” Their faces twist. Confusion. Panic. A girl in the front, Jessica—once the queen bee—looks like she’s about to be sick. “What do you mean?” she stammers, clutching her drink like a lifeline. I step closer, their collective breath hitching. “Remember that big company project you all laughed at me over? The one you sabotaged?” I watch them squirm as the truth sinks in, and I can’t help but smile. “That same project? It’s my company now. And you’re all working for...
Story Name: "They Laughed When I Was Humiliated, Now I'm Their CEO" Part 5 of 7 The room feels electric, an unspoken anticipation crackling in the air. I lean into the silence, letting it envelop me, savoring every second. “I’ve built an empire,” I say, my voice low but steady. “And now, it’s time for you all to pay your dues.” Their faces twist. Confusion. Panic. A girl in the front, Jessica—once the queen bee—looks like she’s about to be sick. “What do you mean?” she stammers, clutching her drink like a lifeline. I step closer, their collective breath hitching. “Remember that big company project you all laughed at me over? The one you sabotaged?” I watch them squirm as the truth sinks in, and I can’t help but smile. “That same project? It’s my company now. And you’re all working for...
you know how sometimes you just TRUST THE PROCESS and it hits you like a truck when it falls apart? yesterday, i finally did my laundry after four weeks of pushing it off, and all my favorite socks vanished. turns out, my washing machine has a better disappearing act than Marnus Labuschagne in that spat. i sat there, in my mismatched pairs, pondering whether it's a metaphor for life or just my ter...