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GUILTY CURDLES
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Lily's POVI let out a sigh, gazing at my phone well after Yuyu had hung up.This is a mess.I felt guilty—guilty because Yuki was entangled in something risky, guilty because despite him having a thing for Creed, this entire situation was shady as all get-out.Playing pretend to be a girl.Faking that everything was rosy when it was really blue.This was not sustainable.No matter how tough Yuki was, this would destroy him sooner or later.And then, of course, there was Grandpa Roman.I released a sharp breath, resting back against my pillows. Each day that went by made it more and more necessary that I find him a good home.But Yuki would not listen.Not yet.And I could see. I really could.It was painful to lose someone when they're still standing right there in front of you, one of the worst things that could possibly happen to a human being.So I tried not to say anything about it too often.I breathed another slow breath, looking around my bedroom.It was small but cozy—a stand
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Creed's POVI woke up fine.The throbbing headache that had pounded against my head the night before had faded to a nagging pressure. My body wasn't sore anymore like I'd just completed a marathon in a snowstorm, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe through my nose.I blinked repeatedly, adjusting to the faint light filtering through the curtains.The air was. unusual.Not in a bad way, but distinctly. Like the lingering smell of something flowery mixed with the faintest of hints of medicine and something hot—bacon?I sat up slowly, my head tilting slightly as I surveyed the room.A glass of water and medication sat on the bedside table.Had I taken them?I didn't remember.Actually, I didn't remember anything at all.It snowed.I was ill.I went to—My eyes landed on the chair beside my bed on which my clothes were neatly stacked in piles, having been freshly laundered and folded.And I remembered.It hadn't been a dream, was it?I flung the blankets off,
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Yuki's povThe sharp smack of my resume hitting the floor echoed like a gunshot in the room. My eyes darted to the crumpled paper lying there, a small but loud reminder of how this day had already gone to shit.I stood there, mouth slightly open, staring at the manager like she’d just cursed my ancestors. What the actual hell?“I’m sorry,” she said, though her tone suggested she wasn’t sorry at all. She crossed her arms, her nails clicking against her sleeve like a countdown to my dismissal. “We’re not hiring.”I blinked, thrown off. “Not hiring?” I echoed, incredulous. “I saw the vacancy notice. Like… this vacancy notice.” I held up my phone, scrolling to the job listing I’d literally applied for two days ago.She didn’t even glance at it. “Well, the position’s been filled.”What? No. No, that didn’t make sense. I’d prepped for this interview for days. I’d ironed my pink blazer to perfection, styled my hair like I was meeting the love of my life, and walked into this cold, soulless o
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Yuki's povThe aroma of jasmine tea curled through the air like a calming balm, its warm tendrils dancing around my senses. I sat cross-legged on the couch, the teacup cradled in my hands. Suzu was sprawled out at my feet, her little three-legged body stretched like she had no worries in the world. Lucky her.Lily was bustling around the kitchen, humming some off-key tune as she sorted Grandpa’s meds for the day. She wasn’t exactly a great singer, but she had the kind of energy that made her presence comforting. My best friend, my rock, my unofficial therapist.“So,” she called out, her voice slightly muffled over the clinking bottles. “How’s the unemployed life treating you, Mr. Fancy Blazer?”I snorted into my tea. “Just peachy. I’ve got the free time to sip tea like an old English lord. All I need now is a butler to feed me grapes.”Before Lily could respond, the crash came.It started with the shattering of glass, the teacup slipping from my fingers and hitting the floor as Grandp
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Yuki's povThe morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, casting warm golden streaks across the countertop. Grandpa sat at the dining table, watching me with vague curiosity as I helped him with breakfast.Lily had texted earlier, saying she’d be late. That left me in charge.I flipped the eggs with practiced ease, Making sure they were cooked to the precision grandpa liked.“Here you go, Pops,” I said, setting his plate down. “Sunny-side up, just how you like it.”Grandpa nodded, his eyes slightly vacant, but he still managed a small smile. “Thank you, Laurie.”I stiffened but quickly forced a grin. “No problem, old man.”I placed his morning meds next to his plate. “Don’t forget these.”As he started eating, I turned to the kitchen counter, only for my stomach to drop.Electricity bill: $200 Money owed: $420 Total: $620 “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.At this rate, I’d have to start selling my organs.Before I could wallow in my financial despair, my phone vibr
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Yuki's povThe wig felt strange as it tugged snugly over my head, a little tighter than I would have liked. Lily stood behind me, arms crossed in exasperation, her lips pursed as she stared at my reflection in the mirror.“You know,” she said, tugging the wig to adjust it just right, “when you called me asking if you would look good as a girl, I thought you were just fishing for compliments. If I knew you planned to lie your way into a job, I would have said no!”I grinned, brushing her off with a dramatic flick of my hand. “Oh, come on, Lily. I’ve been bullied half my life for looking like a girl anyway. I might as well make money from it. Call it poetic justice.”Lily narrowed her eyes. “Uh-huh. And you think you can fool them? For how long? A week? Maybe three?”“Three weeks is more than enough to prove my worth,” I said confidently, shrugging.She didn’t look convinced. But then, as she stepped back and I turned to the mirror, a strange hush fell between us.The reflection staring
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Yuki's pov---When I walked into CreedX Technologies that morning, every ounce of confidence I had was tightly packed into my carefully chosen outfit: a black fitted skirt that ended just above my knees, a crisp white button-down shirt, and Lily’s shimmering red pumps—shoes I swore I’d never return. The outfit was subdued compared to my usual vibrant style, but I needed to play it safe. The makeup Lily applied blended so seamlessly it felt like a second skin, softening the edges of my masculine features just enough. My name on the application? Yuyu Roman.As I sat in the lobby, hands folded over the leather portfolio I brought as a prop, I kept my head high. I told myself, “You’ve got this, Yuki—no, Yuyu.” It had been a month of relentless preparation. Lily drilled me on how to speak, how to walk in heels without looking like a baby deer, and how to answer interview questions with enough charm to keep suspicions at bay. This was my chance. I needed this job. For Grandpa. For Suzu. Fo
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Yuki's povI practically kicked the front door open, nearly tripping over Suzu in my excitement. The little rascal yelped and scrambled back before barking at me like I’d committed the ultimate betrayal.“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Suzu! I freaking did it!” I scooped him up, spinning us both around in a dizzying twirl. “I got the job! Can you believe it? Me! I freaking did it!”Suzu licked my cheek, completely oblivious to the life-changing moment we were celebrating. I grinned and let him down before turning to my grandfather, who was fast asleep on the sofa, mouth slightly open, chest rising and falling in peaceful slumber.My heart clenched a little.I crouched beside him, carefully tucking the blanket around his frail body. “Grandpa,” I whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “Things are starting to look up for us, okay? Just hold on a little longer.”He stirred slightly but didn’t wake. I took that as my cue to leave and bounded up the stairs to my room.The moment
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Creed's POVI woke up fine.The throbbing headache that had pounded against my head the night before had faded to a nagging pressure. My body wasn't sore anymore like I'd just completed a marathon in a snowstorm, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could breathe through my nose.I blinked repeatedly, adjusting to the faint light filtering through the curtains.The air was. unusual.Not in a bad way, but distinctly. Like the lingering smell of something flowery mixed with the faintest of hints of medicine and something hot—bacon?I sat up slowly, my head tilting slightly as I surveyed the room.A glass of water and medication sat on the bedside table.Had I taken them?I didn't remember.Actually, I didn't remember anything at all.It snowed.I was ill.I went to—My eyes landed on the chair beside my bed on which my clothes were neatly stacked in piles, having been freshly laundered and folded.And I remembered.It hadn't been a dream, was it?I flung the blankets off,
PRETEND PRINCESS SNOW SNOW GO AWAY
Lily's POVI let out a sigh, gazing at my phone well after Yuyu had hung up.This is a mess.I felt guilty—guilty because Yuki was entangled in something risky, guilty because despite him having a thing for Creed, this entire situation was shady as all get-out.Playing pretend to be a girl.Faking that everything was rosy when it was really blue.This was not sustainable.No matter how tough Yuki was, this would destroy him sooner or later.And then, of course, there was Grandpa Roman.I released a sharp breath, resting back against my pillows. Each day that went by made it more and more necessary that I find him a good home.But Yuki would not listen.Not yet.And I could see. I really could.It was painful to lose someone when they're still standing right there in front of you, one of the worst things that could possibly happen to a human being.So I tried not to say anything about it too often.I breathed another slow breath, looking around my bedroom.It was small but cozy—a stand
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Creed's POVMy head hurt.My body hurt.I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so weird.I was floating, but not in a good way. My legs and arms were too heavy, my chest too warm, and my brain? It was cloudy as hell. Every thought was sluggish, like my brain was wading through thick molasses.But there was one thing that cut through it all.Warmth.Something soft, gentle, was pressed against me, holding me in place.I curled into it, pressing closer instinctively.It felt nice. So warm. So familiar.I buried my face into it, my breath escaping in a slow, shaky sigh.I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't want to let go.It smelled… good. Clean, fresh. Something like fabric softener and a hint of citrus.A scent that felt safe.I was too tired to question it. Too hot to care. So I let myself fall into it, my fingers scrabbling at the soft material, pulling it close. It shifted slightly, and I felt a hand—cool against my burning skin—press to my forehead. Then a voice.
PRETEND PRINCESS STAY
Yuki's pov I sighed, leaning back. "Fine. But if you get worse, I'm not giving you a choice."He didn't say anything, just breathed shallowly.By the time we reached his oversized penthouse, the driver helped me get him out of the car."Good luck," he muttered as I struggled to support Creed.Thanks, old guy. Fantastic assistance.I pulled Creed in, the door man nowhere in sight closing the door behind me. The apartment was familiar—contemporary, tidy, too pristine, luxurious.I guided him to his bedroom, barely managing to get him onto the bed before he slumped.He let out a low grunt."You're—" He blinked slowly. "—really strong."I rolled my eyes, removing his shoes. "Yeah, and you're really heavy."He hummed, eyes half-closed. "You're… staying?"I paused.Only until you're settled, I thought.But there was something in the way he looked—**weak, tired, utterly unguarded—**that stopped me.".Yeah," I whispered. God save me from the clutches of this man and keep my identity a fuckin
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Yuki’s POVMy chest felt tight when I saw Zara clinging to Creed.Engaged or not, they were destined to be.At least, that's what it appeared.They moved like two people who had already spent a lifetime together. Whether it was toxic, whether it was a mess, there was a sense of destiny in the way she clung to him.And I hated that I was there, seeing it.I wanted to leave.I wanted to disappear before I saw something that would ruin whatever was left of my night.So I turned, heading towards the door, holding my head up high—like nobody else in that ballroom mattered.It was stupid, but it made me sick.Entitled bitch.I fought with my clutch, gripping it harder as I moved forward, angry that Creed was still standing there, looking at me."Let me take you home," his voice cut through the cold in the air, harsh and unyielding.I hesitated."I think we've had enough of a jumpscare tonight," he went on, his voice almost playful, as if he was trying to make it sound less like a command.I
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Zara's POVThe wind slapped me in the face, but it wasn't as icy as the rage burning inside of me.I didn't know how long I'd been unconscious. Five minutes? Ten? Long enough for my toes to go numb in these ridiculous heels.Snow was falling, silent and soft, blanketing the sidewalk in a thin layer of white.I barely registered it.Because all I could see in my mind was him.Creed. And that pestering, silly, fake, peacock-hair girl.Yuyu.Of course it would have to be her. The one person who somehow succeeded in getting me like this.She wasn't even supposed to be here. Why was she here?And why was he looking at her like that?It was stupid. They were stupid.This was not jealousy. I was not jealous. I just—I wanted revenge.I hadn't even known what that was yet, but I was going to learn.Maybe I'd dance with the next fellow who emerged out here. Maybe I'd kiss someone just to defy him. Maybe—Gunfire.I froze.The sound ripped through the air like thunder, echoing from inside the g
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Zara's POVI had trouble keeping my gaze on the glass of champagne in front of me, much less the mindless chatter of the people around me. My gaze kept drifting—no, burning—toward them.Creed and Yuki.Sitting together, talking, their bodies inclined toward one another in that close, comfortable way. Creed had that lost look in his eyes, the same one that made people want to reach out and touch him, to repair whatever was broken inside. And Yuki—grr, she looked fabulous, as always, in that ridiculous peacock dress.I should have guessed she'd show up looking like a painting.I clenched my jaw.I wasn't jealous. Not of Yuki, at least.I was only. infuriated.I had been avoiding Creed all evening, and that he hadn't bothered to get up and seek me out? Livid."Zara, sweetheart, are you even hearing me?"I snapped back to reality, my rage sharpening into something deadly as I focused on Todd. Ew. Todd.One of the dozens of CreedX Technologies board members, someone I hadn't even known ab
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Creed's POVThe CreedX Technologies Gala was, not surprisingly, a lavish event.It was held in the city's most luxurious ballroom, and the entire production was dripping with excess. Crystal chandeliers swooped from the ceiling like water icicles, spilling shattered light across the crowd of stylishly attired upper crust. The marble floors glimmered, polished to such a high shine that they reflected the tall flower arrangements and extravagant golden centerpieces on each table. Black- and white-clad waiters navigated the crowd with trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres—small caviar canapés, smoked salmon tartlets, and small filet mignon.The air was heavy with costly perfume and the muted buzz of polite talk, punctuated every now and then by the clinking of glasses and eruptions of laughter.I was bored to tears.I had already danced with three women, each one as replaceable as the champagne flutes being replenished. The first, a brunette in an emerald gown, prattled on about her fami
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Yuki's POVThe rain had ceased, and all that remained was the cold wetness of the air and the sound of our silence.I had stepped over a line.This shouldn't have occurred.We shouldn't have been so absorbed with one another like this—anything that dissolved the lines between us was dangerous. Worse, it could cost me my job."So… you and that restless employee?" Creed's voice came out of nowhere, shattering the silence.I blinked. "Who? Jacob?" A smile tugged at my lips."Yeah. Something's up."I feigned a gasp, placing my hand on my chest dramatically. "What are you suggesting, Mr. Malcolm? That I'm playing both of you?"He chuckled, but there was a sharp glint in his eyes."Jacob is cute," I admitted, crossing my legs. "But unfortunately, he isn't my type."A vibration rocked the truck.And then Creed was closer.Too close.My breath stuck in my throat, my heart pounding in my ear."So, Miss Roman." His voice was low, the heat of his breath on me. ".tell me, what's your type?"My th
