Novels by Tekoro1

The phone kept buzzing in my hands. I felt like an anchor dragging me back to a reality I wasn't prepared to face when I saw Marco's name on the screen. My mind racing, I tightened my jaw.After everything, how could I possibly look him in the eye? Even when my fingers were trying to process something on screen, I was unable to open the message.What could I tell him?I sorry, Marco, I’m considering marrying someone else to save my family?I smashed the phone on the table, the sound echoing louder than it should have in the quiet room. I muttered to myself, "No." "Not right now."My chest ached at the mere thought that it was no longer just about me.###I didn't have time to think about how to reply Marco's message.With a soft tap and a look on her face that made me uneasy right away, my mother entered my room.Sitting on the side of my bed, she said softly, "Isabella." We need to talk.I could tell by the seriousness of her tone that this would not be a lighthearted discussion.I

The next day, I found myself standing outside a massive office building as the clock approached noon.Although the tall, mirrored exterior reflected my surroundings, I didn't feel visible on the inside.So what am I doing here?, I asked myself.I took long breaths to calm myself and gripped my purse tightly. "Meet me at the lawyers' office at noon, don't be late," Alexander had stated clearly.I knew that this step felt as decisive as the one before it, but I had no idea what to expect.Alexander was seated at the head of a long table in the small room that the receptionist led me to.Unreadable yet forceful, his eyes met mine as he asked me to take a seat next to him. "This is where things become official," he murmured softly, his tone firm but with a hint of something I couldn't quite identify.Even though the environment was icy clean, the gravity of what was happening felt intensely personal.The lawyer started talking in a low murmur that I could hardly hear.The air was filled

The knock on my door startled me out of my thoughts and the turbulent swirl of emotions in my chest. For a moment, I thought of pretending I wasn't there.I couldn't handle another confrontation; the weight of everything was already too much for my head to handle. Marco's familiar voice suddenly disturbed the silence.Bella, it's me. Please open the door.I froze with my fingers poised over the threshold. I wanted to let him in because I sensed his comfort and the unspoken promise of understanding.But the other side, motivated by confusion and regret, wished to keep him out and shield him from the reality I wasn't yet ready to share.When I opened the door and saw him standing there with his eyes wet with worry and his lips pursed in a worried line, I nearly broke. "Marco," I said, barely raising my voice above a whisper."Bella."He walked inside and closed the door gently. "You can't keep ignoring me. I know something’s wrong, and I know it’s tearing you apart.”I pushed back, wrap

My mind re-read Alexander's words as I sat on the tattered couch in our tiny living room. *Meet his family? Tomorrow? Noon?The very thought of it made me shudder.I looked at the wall clock, which was ticking incredibly loudly in the silent living room.My gosh! What have I gotten my self into? I clung to the edge of the couch and murmured to myself.I made an effort to concentrate on the soft sound of kids playing outside, but my thoughts were constantly racing with worries, doubts, and endless questions.It was like entering a battlefield which I was completely unprepared for.when I met Alexander's family. What would they think of me? Could I even pretend to be in their world?I shook my head frustratingly,"Jesus Christ." I knew I had no other option, but the decision's weight seemed exhausting.The sound of Marco’s footsteps interrupted my spiraling thoughts. With a gentle yet inquisitive gaze, he came into my living room.Bella, you've been silent ever since you returned. What

The room froze, and a heated silence stretched between the three of us like a taut wire. Marco stepped forward, his posture protective, his jaw set. He looked at Alexander, testing, measuring.You could sense the strain in Alexander's body even though he remained motionless."Marco," I said, trembling. "What are you doing here?" I got no response from him. Instead, he looked briefly at Alexander and then back at me.Then he said, "I have a right to be here," in a calm but powerful voice."This affects me just as much as it does to you."Alexander raised an eyebrow, his countenance had changed.He said quietly, "I don't know what you think this is about, Marco, but you're wrong if you think it's your concern."The pressure of the moment caused my chest to heave as I took a step forward."Stop," I whispered softly. Both of you, please. This isn't the right time or place. When Marco looked at me, his expression softened somewhat."Bella, I need to know. Are you really considering this?

RACHEL'S POV The message from Alexander ran in my head over and over. * "Meet me at the Prescott Cafe at noon. You need to see something.* In my dimly lit room, the feeble glimmer from my phone produced lengthy shadows as I peered at it. I attempted to fall asleep, but his message made me restless.Why would Alexander want to show me anything?I was sitting by my little table, hardly touching my food, when the first rays of the morning sun came in through my window.The tone of my mother's voice, which came from the kitchen, was relatively peaceful—too quiet.I still couldn't force myself to look at her. The decision that hung over me made my chest feel heavy.Nerves knotted like a ball of yarn,I found myself on my way to the Prescott Café by late morning. It was probably just my imagination, but the streets seemed quieter than usual.I lowered my head and concentrated on my gait as if it would be enough to keep me rooted. The charming café seemed to mock my nervousness w