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I did not intend to marry Timothy because I was not in love with him. I was only going through with the charade to give Brenda peace of mind. In exchange, Timothy had agreed to help me secure the shares my mother had left me in the Lambert family business. "Olivia, I know I messed up. Why can't you forgive me?" Timothy pleaded. "Have you actually fallen for Ian?" The truth was, I had not spoken to Ian since that day at the police station. Timothy had been right about one thing—Ian and I were of different worlds. A relationship with him would only complicate things. Did I like Ian? Of course, I did. I adored his passion, his sincerity, and his outgoingness. Sadly, simply liking him was not enough. My history with Timothy was no secret in our social circles. The Bakers would never allow their precious son to be with someone they saw as damaged goods. I stared at the trending news about the Baker heir's invitation to study abroad, then turned off my phone with a sigh. Whether
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 8
The emergency room light stayed on through the night as I sat in the hospital corridor. Families from the Bakers, Lamberts, and Joneses had all gathered. Ian's mother, Emily Sinclair, was furious. "If it weren't for you, Ian wouldn't be in this mess. You're nothing but trouble!" I stared blankly at my blood-stained hands, her words echoing in my mind. If it were not for me, Ian would not have been in danger. Moreover, I could not understand why he was even at the wedding when he was supposed to be studying abroad. Finally, the emergency room light went out. When the doctor emerged, Emily rushed over and asked, "Doctor, how's Ian?" The doctor's response was grim. "Ian is stable, but he's in a coma. If he wakes up, that's great, but if not, he could remain in a vegetative state." Emily's widened in shock, and she collapsed into a chair, sobbing. The doctor's words swirled in my head, bringing back memories of my mother's suicide years ago. I could still see her lying in a
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 1
I was not invited to Timothy Jones' birthday party. My messages went unanswered, so I had to scour the guest list and contact mutual friends to find the address. When I arrived, the private room was buzzing with energy. Timothy was on the leather couch, locked in a passionate embrace with someone else. The woman was lying on his chest, slightly blushed. Looking closer, I realized it was Willow Lambert, my father's illegitimate daughter. "Should we tell Olivia?" "Can't you read the room? Tim has clearly moved on." … As the few men whispered by the door, I walked in. The lively room fell into an uncomfortable silence. I smiled and said, "Go on. Why did you stop? Did I interrupt you?" All eyes turned to me as I continued, "Tim, we've known each other for 20 years, and you didn't even invite me to your birthday party?" I moved closer, effortlessly popped open a bottle, and poured myself a drink. As I locked eyes with him, I saw a look of irritation flicker across his face.
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"What did you just say?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Cousin? Timothy Jones is your cousin?" I never imagined I would sleep with someone four years younger than me, let alone my ex-boyfriend's cousin. It finally clicked why Timothy had given that look last night. My best friend, Candice Fields, asked in disbelief, "Are you telling me you slept with Timothy's cousin? Isn't he supposedly studying abroad?" I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. "I had no idea Ian was his cousin. He was helping with the drinks, and I thought he was a waiter. I even tried to pay him…" Candice's eyes widened. "What kind of waiter wears Ocean Blue? That jacket cost 120,000 dollars!" My phone buzzed on the table, lighting up with messages—some from Timothy, some from Ian. I was overwhelmed, and my head was spinning. "What if I just run away now?" I asked desperately. "The Bakers only have one son, right? And I've heard they're super strict. Olivia, how do you think t
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 3
Everyone knew the Jones family was keen on setting me up with Timothy. His parents had watched me grow up, practically considering me as family. As for Timothy himself... I took a sip of my coffee, trying to steady my nerves. "Did you enjoy yourself that night?" he asked, catching me off guard. I had expected a lecture or a warning, not this. The events of that night flashed vividly in my mind, causing my hand to tremble slightly as I set down my cup. "What's it to you?" I retorted. Timothy chuckled. "What, afraid I'll expose that you only kissed Ian to make me jealous? Don't worry. I don't care about such trivial matters." He leaned back on the couch, exuding an air of superiority. It reminded me of our time together—how he always liked to be in control. Timothy had a strong appetite for pleasure and never ran out of ways to keep things interesting. His favorite part was watching me surrender to him, losing myself in the moment. He would say, "The way you look at me,
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 4
"Olivia Lambert!" Timothy growled through gritted teeth. After a moment, he relaxed and smirked. "Are you trying to make me jealous? Has it been that long since I've touched you that you're getting restless?" Once upon a time, I would have found such comments as playful banter between a couple. Now, they just made my skin crawl, and I felt nothing but disgust. "Olivia, I know you better than you know yourself," Timothy continued, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke in my face. I flinched slightly but held my ground. Of course, he knew me. We had known each other for years. He understood that beneath my outgoing exterior, I was actually quite conservative. He also knew how important he was to me, yet he still chose to be with the person I hated most. It was almost poetic—the one I loved was the one who hurt me the deepest. "Whatever. If you want to play the arranged marriage game, I guess I can go along with it." Not wanting to waste another second there, I left. As I w
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 5
As I reached for the phone, Ian pulled me back. He mumbled, "It's just a spam call. Ignore it. Let's go again." The phone kept buzzing for about ten minutes before Ian finally stopped. He picked it up, his patience wearing thin. When he saw the caller ID, his eyes darkened. I did not need to guess who it was. Ian had not planned on answering it, but some twisted idea struck him, and he did it anyway. Without a word, he answered and handed it to me. Through the receiver came the loud music. "Olivia, Tim's wasted. Can you come get him?" It was the same old story—Timothy getting drunk and having someone call me to pick him up. I would drag myself out of bed in the middle of the night and drive for hours, only to find him perfectly fine and talking with others. Then, he would turn to me with those puppy-dog eyes and say he just missed me too much. After a while, I realized this was just one of his sick games, which was no different. I did not have the energy for it; I was too
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The emergency room light stayed on through the night as I sat in the hospital corridor. Families from the Bakers, Lamberts, and Joneses had all gathered. Ian's mother, Emily Sinclair, was furious. "If it weren't for you, Ian wouldn't be in this mess. You're nothing but trouble!" I stared blankly at my blood-stained hands, her words echoing in my mind. If it were not for me, Ian would not have been in danger. Moreover, I could not understand why he was even at the wedding when he was supposed to be studying abroad. Finally, the emergency room light went out. When the doctor emerged, Emily rushed over and asked, "Doctor, how's Ian?" The doctor's response was grim. "Ian is stable, but he's in a coma. If he wakes up, that's great, but if not, he could remain in a vegetative state." Emily's widened in shock, and she collapsed into a chair, sobbing. The doctor's words swirled in my head, bringing back memories of my mother's suicide years ago. I could still see her lying in a
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 7
I did not intend to marry Timothy because I was not in love with him. I was only going through with the charade to give Brenda peace of mind. In exchange, Timothy had agreed to help me secure the shares my mother had left me in the Lambert family business. "Olivia, I know I messed up. Why can't you forgive me?" Timothy pleaded. "Have you actually fallen for Ian?" The truth was, I had not spoken to Ian since that day at the police station. Timothy had been right about one thing—Ian and I were of different worlds. A relationship with him would only complicate things. Did I like Ian? Of course, I did. I adored his passion, his sincerity, and his outgoingness. Sadly, simply liking him was not enough. My history with Timothy was no secret in our social circles. The Bakers would never allow their precious son to be with someone they saw as damaged goods. I stared at the trending news about the Baker heir's invitation to study abroad, then turned off my phone with a sigh. Whether
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 6
The Jones family was a big deal in Sierra Town, and Timothy often made headlines. Yet, the female officers seemed more interested in Ian. Looking closer, I had to admit Ian was the more handsome one between them."Like what you see, Livie?" Ian teased, meeting my gaze. My face immediately flushed. Meanwhile, Timothy witnessed our exchange and lunged at Ian again. Since Ian's injuries were more severe, Timothy was ordered to apologize. After a stern lecture, the police let us go. As we walked out of the station, I knew we could not return to the hotel. Hence, I called the driver to take me to the nearest apartment. However, Timothy grabbed my arm just as I was about to get in the car. "Are you really choosing him?" I shook his hand off, irritated. "That's none of your concern." A few years ago, I could never have imagined there would come a day when I would feel this kind of bitterness toward Timothy, just like I had not foreseen him abandoning me. Then again, that was h
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 5
As I reached for the phone, Ian pulled me back. He mumbled, "It's just a spam call. Ignore it. Let's go again." The phone kept buzzing for about ten minutes before Ian finally stopped. He picked it up, his patience wearing thin. When he saw the caller ID, his eyes darkened. I did not need to guess who it was. Ian had not planned on answering it, but some twisted idea struck him, and he did it anyway. Without a word, he answered and handed it to me. Through the receiver came the loud music. "Olivia, Tim's wasted. Can you come get him?" It was the same old story—Timothy getting drunk and having someone call me to pick him up. I would drag myself out of bed in the middle of the night and drive for hours, only to find him perfectly fine and talking with others. Then, he would turn to me with those puppy-dog eyes and say he just missed me too much. After a while, I realized this was just one of his sick games, which was no different. I did not have the energy for it; I was too
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 4
"Olivia Lambert!" Timothy growled through gritted teeth. After a moment, he relaxed and smirked. "Are you trying to make me jealous? Has it been that long since I've touched you that you're getting restless?" Once upon a time, I would have found such comments as playful banter between a couple. Now, they just made my skin crawl, and I felt nothing but disgust. "Olivia, I know you better than you know yourself," Timothy continued, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke in my face. I flinched slightly but held my ground. Of course, he knew me. We had known each other for years. He understood that beneath my outgoing exterior, I was actually quite conservative. He also knew how important he was to me, yet he still chose to be with the person I hated most. It was almost poetic—the one I loved was the one who hurt me the deepest. "Whatever. If you want to play the arranged marriage game, I guess I can go along with it." Not wanting to waste another second there, I left. As I w
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 3
Everyone knew the Jones family was keen on setting me up with Timothy. His parents had watched me grow up, practically considering me as family. As for Timothy himself... I took a sip of my coffee, trying to steady my nerves. "Did you enjoy yourself that night?" he asked, catching me off guard. I had expected a lecture or a warning, not this. The events of that night flashed vividly in my mind, causing my hand to tremble slightly as I set down my cup. "What's it to you?" I retorted. Timothy chuckled. "What, afraid I'll expose that you only kissed Ian to make me jealous? Don't worry. I don't care about such trivial matters." He leaned back on the couch, exuding an air of superiority. It reminded me of our time together—how he always liked to be in control. Timothy had a strong appetite for pleasure and never ran out of ways to keep things interesting. His favorite part was watching me surrender to him, losing myself in the moment. He would say, "The way you look at me,
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 2
"What did you just say?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Cousin? Timothy Jones is your cousin?" I never imagined I would sleep with someone four years younger than me, let alone my ex-boyfriend's cousin. It finally clicked why Timothy had given that look last night. My best friend, Candice Fields, asked in disbelief, "Are you telling me you slept with Timothy's cousin? Isn't he supposedly studying abroad?" I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. "I had no idea Ian was his cousin. He was helping with the drinks, and I thought he was a waiter. I even tried to pay him…" Candice's eyes widened. "What kind of waiter wears Ocean Blue? That jacket cost 120,000 dollars!" My phone buzzed on the table, lighting up with messages—some from Timothy, some from Ian. I was overwhelmed, and my head was spinning. "What if I just run away now?" I asked desperately. "The Bakers only have one son, right? And I've heard they're super strict. Olivia, how do you think t
Seeing Me Kiss His Cousin, My Fiance Regrets Chapter 1
I was not invited to Timothy Jones' birthday party. My messages went unanswered, so I had to scour the guest list and contact mutual friends to find the address. When I arrived, the private room was buzzing with energy. Timothy was on the leather couch, locked in a passionate embrace with someone else. The woman was lying on his chest, slightly blushed. Looking closer, I realized it was Willow Lambert, my father's illegitimate daughter. "Should we tell Olivia?" "Can't you read the room? Tim has clearly moved on." … As the few men whispered by the door, I walked in. The lively room fell into an uncomfortable silence. I smiled and said, "Go on. Why did you stop? Did I interrupt you?" All eyes turned to me as I continued, "Tim, we've known each other for 20 years, and you didn't even invite me to your birthday party?" I moved closer, effortlessly popped open a bottle, and poured myself a drink. As I locked eyes with him, I saw a look of irritation flicker across his face.
