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Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Limited Edition Ergonomics
The living room of Aaric’s apartment was dim and soft, lit only by the warm glow of a floor lamp and the faint blue reflection from my laptop screen. SketchUp was open; I was tweaking the shape of a ramp for a public space accessibility project. There was some leftover jasmine tea in my mug and a stale croissant on the plate beside it. It was well past midnight. My shoulders were starting to stiffen, but my fingers were still dancing over the trackpad.Then I heard footsteps—bare, slow, soft—coming up behind me. Aaric mode.A few seconds later, his arms wrapped around my waist from behind. His breath was warm against the exposed skin of my neck where my shirt had slipped off a little. His body felt like a human blanket—if a blanket could also be a tiny, cozy prison. If that makes any sense.“I’m working, Aaric,” I murmured, eyes still on the screen.“You could take a little break,” he whispered in my ear. “I could help... or at least be some extra furniture.”“Oh, so you’re proud to b
Last Updated : 2025-04-29Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Already Too You
“I said I was just going to the bookstore!” I shouted, dropping my tote bag onto the couch with the dramatic flair of a noir hero freshly betrayed.Aaric was sitting on a kitchen stool in his oversized hoodie, legs crossed, a steaming bowl of corn chowder in his hands. His eyes flicked up to me lazily, like an overfed cat too full to be mad.“And you were gone for three hours without answering a single message,” he said, voice calm like someone who just woke up. “I thought you’d been kidnapped by the Brooklyn mafia. Or joined some existentialist literature cult.”I rolled my eyes. “God, Aaric. I just—I just needed to be alone for a bit. I needed space. You know, like a regular human being?”Instead of responding, he took a spoonful of soup and blew on it gently. “Open your mouth.”I narrowed my eyes. “I’m being serious.”“So am I. You need food.” He brought the spoon toward my lips. The smell of corn, cream, and a hint of pepper hit my nose. Damn it. He knew my weaknesses.I let the s
Last Updated : 2025-04-29Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Playlist-Worthy Mistake
Sometimes I wonder if Aaric is made of some kind of addictive substance scientists haven’t discovered yet.He’s not addictive in the cliché way, like those brooding guys in overdramatic romance novels.He’s addictive like a 2 a.m. espresso—you know it’s bad for your heart, but you drink it anyway, savor the bitter aftertaste on your tongue, and start questioning every life choice that brought you there.Like now.It’s eight in the morning in his apartment. I just woke up, my hair looking like a failed audit, and him—that infuriating man—is already wearing his usual black hoodie and basketball shorts, with that smug little smile on his face.“I made scrambled eggs,” he says, offering the plate like it’s some kind of peace treaty.I squint. “Why are you up before me? You usually wake up at, like... noon.”“Because I knew you’d start ranting if you didn’t eat first.”And right on cue, five seconds later, I’m already ranting.“Listen, Aaric,” I say, grabbing the plate (because I’m still h
Last Updated : 2025-04-29Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Luxury Catalog Hearts
A few hours and one lightning-fast shower later, I was standing in Aaric’s kitchen. My hair was tied up high, I wore his oversized T-shirt that almost reached my knees, and my bare feet were on the cold marble floor.The skillet on the stove was sizzling—scrambled eggs, chopped mushrooms, leftover cream from the fridge. Aaric sat on a kitchen stool like a VIP spectator—shirtless, still half-asleep, his hair barely touched by a comb, and with a dumbfounded look that said: I can’t believe this is real.“Stop looking at me like a cat that just got tuna,” I muttered without turning around.“I’m just trying to make sure you’re actually real,” he said, his voice still raspy from sleep. “Or maybe I just woke up from a hot dream and you’re the best part of it.”I hissed. “Save the poetry. I need salt. Where do you hide the salt, Aaric?”“Second drawer. But pretty sure you don’t need salt. You’re salty enough as it is.”I turned and threw the spatula at him. He laughed—low and lazy—but got up
Last Updated : 2025-04-29Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback—The Second It Got Hard
Aaric’s flat was the same as always—one wide, spotless floor that was way too neat for any normal guy, with soft lighting from corner lamps that looked like they were picked by someone with a Pinterest addiction, and a subtle scent from the diffuser that switched between sandalwood and white tea.As soon as the door closed, I shrugged off my jacket and tossed it onto the couch, then unbuttoned the top of my shirt—it had been too tight around the shoulders all day.“We seriously need to talk about Caitlyn and the intensity of her eyelashes when she talked to you this afternoon,” I said without even bothering with a greeting.Aaric chuckled behind me. “You’re still on that?”“Still on it. Especially after she changed her voice tone and asked you to teach her interior design at your family’s lakehouse,” I said, glancing back. “Her intentions were visible from outer space.”He strolled in, pulling off his T-shirt, and dropped onto the oversized beanbag in front of the massive flat-screen
Last Updated : 2025-04-29Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback—Rest in Peace, Cannes Girl
I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror in Aaric’s flat, toothpaste still foaming in my mouth, when my phone lit up like a digital fireworks show. Again. Group chat from campus, Instagram DMs, emails—even a message from my professor.All about the same thing.The photo.I hadn’t clicked the link yet, but I already knew. It was from that skincare photoshoot Margo recommended—one I thought would end up in some local catalog or maybe an Instagram campaign.But now?My face was on their homepage. On a digital billboard in SoHo. On one of the banners of a fashion website.With the title: The New Face of Radiant Rebellion.Ridiculous. Dramatic. But—I had to admit—it kind of fit.Margo really knew how to sell “me.”I walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying my face, only to be greeted by that look from Aaric—the kind a puppy gives when it sees its owner get walked by someone else.He was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirt rumpled, hair a mess like he’d just wrestled with a pillow.
Last Updated : 2025-04-29Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Under the Olive Sky
I’ll never forget the scent of the air in Italy the first time I landed at Marco Polo Airport—a spring breeze carrying the salty tang of the Adriatic Sea mixed with the faintest hint of citrus. It felt unfamiliar, but comforting. And somehow, as I stepped out of the airport with my suitcase in one hand and Aaric’s fingers wrapped around mine, I felt like someone who had just escaped her old life.“Welcome to my second home, Princess,” he whispered, his accent thicker than usual.I could only nod, too caught up in the way his eyes sparkled under the golden rays of the afternoon sun filtering through the olive trees outside the terminal. He looked different here. More alive. More... himself.The drive to his family’s home in Veneto took about an hour in a rental car that was way too expensive for a couple of college students. But of course, Aaric wasn’t just any student. He was a Bernardi—and that name meant wealth, influence, and whispered stories people never dared say out loud.Along
Last Updated : 2025-04-30Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Yours
We had dinner at a small restaurant tucked against the stone walls of Vicenza’s old town. Our table was on a second-floor balcony, overlooking a narrow canal that flowed quietly below, reflecting the golden glow of the streetlamps. The spring breeze kissed my skin, carrying the scent of pasta and wine from the open kitchen I could glimpse through the vines crawling along the balcony rail.Aaric sat across from me, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the tendons in his forearms flexing every time he lifted his fork. His face was calm, lips curled ever so slightly—like the world belonged to him, and this night was made just for the two of us.“If I didn’t have graduation plans, I’d ask you to stay here,” he said, slowly swirling his wine. “I think life would feel a lot easier without deadlines and ambition trying to kill us.”I smiled. “You? Bernardi? A life without ambition?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’d be bored to death in a week.”He chuckled softly. “Maybe you’re right.” His eyes n
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Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Glances and Gray Beanies
The sun wasn’t fully up yet when I woke to a ticklish feeling.Not the alarm. Not the sunlight. But something moving slowly across my stomach—warm breath, then a soft nip at my rib. And a voice I knew far too well growling low in my ear.“What the...” I mumbled, half-asleep.“Guess who fell asleep on her laptop with the screen still on,” Aaric whispered between quiet chuckles. “And guess who’s been snoring just a little for the past two hours?”I slowly opened my eyes and looked around.We were still in the workspace. The desk lamp was still glowing dimly. My laptop screen was frozen on a half-finished presentation, the cursor blinking at a sentence that read: “Emotion and space influence each other—so honest design is living design.”My head felt heavy. My neck ached. But my body was warm.Because Aaric was still there.He was now lying on his side on the rug, facing me, his head resting against my bent leg on the couch. His hair was a mess. His eyes were barely open. But that smile—
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — When Deadlines Meet Distractions (and Love)
I stared at my laptop screen for a full five minutes and still hadn’t typed a single sentence. My thesis deadline was breathing down my neck, my advisor’s voice echoing in my head, and the blank screen in front of me stared back like a bottomless pit.Then, as if to add spice to the chaos—“BRO! BROOOOO—NO WAY, DID YOU SEE THAT SNIPE?!”The voice exploded from the living room. Followed by loud laughter and half-muttered curses from the guy sitting on the floor, black headset on his head, controller gripped tight, and a triumphant expression like he just conquered the world.I looked up from my laptop and glared toward the couch where Aaric was cross-legged, surrounded by empty water bottles and chip crumbs. The TV glowed brightly, showing a fast-paced virtual war zone. Player names blinked at the edge of the screen—“Lucif3r,” “Tino_Tornado,” and of course, “Bernardi_Blast.”“Dude, did you see that?! YOU SAW THAT, RIGHT? I said ‘cover me’ and you ran off to loot? Tino, I swear, if we’r
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — What They Can't Control
The light from the floor lamp cast a faint silhouette on the wall, and the steady sound of rain outside made my head sink deeper into the pillow. The call with Elle and Joy had ended just a few minutes ago, and I hadn’t moved since placing my phone on my stomach.My body was tired, but it wasn’t just physical. It was the kind of exhaustion that runs deeper—the kind that comes from places that are supposed to bring you comfort, but only make it harder to breathe.I pulled the blanket up to my chest, curling into myself. My shoes were still on. My hair was half a mess. But I didn’t have the energy to care.The apartment door creaked open softly. Footsteps came in, slow, then stopped.Aaric.I didn’t open my eyes. Didn’t say anything. But I think my breathing changed, and he knew.His steps came closer, then silence again. Then something warm, heavy, and deeply familiar sank down slowly against my back. His arms wrapped around my waist, his chin touched the edge of my shoulder.I could s
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Calamity
I slammed the door to Aaric’s apartment a little too hard, then tossed my bag onto the couch without bothering to unpack it. The jingle of keys hitting the floor blended with the deep breath I finally let out after hours of holding it in.The New York sky was gray that night—like a mirror of my brain. And after a full day inside a house that called me family but felt more like an opera stage run by a director obsessed with reputation, I needed to hear another human voice. A real one. One not wrapped in expensive linen shirts and layered passive-aggressive remarks.I grabbed my phone and opened the Flat Fam (drama edition) group call. The screen rang once, twice, and then two faces I knew like my own popped up: Elle, with a half-dried face mask, and Joy, lying sideways wrapped in a blanket like a lazy burrito.“De Cruuuuuuuz!” Elle yelled as soon as my face appeared. “Why do you look like you just walked out of a royal family’s funeral?”Joy squinted. “You look like someone who got tra
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Mess it Up
The next morning, just past six, I woke up to the sound of running water from the bathroom. The morning air still hung damp beneath the ceiling of the flat, and from the slightly open window, I could hear the faint rumble of a garbage truck making its rounds on the back street.I got out of bed, still half-asleep, and shuffled to the kitchen, where I found a small note on the table.Meet me at the campus park at eight. Bring your sketchbook. No pink. —AA small smile tugged at my lips as I rolled up the note and tucked it into my shirt. He knew I always carried my sketchbook, and he knew pink was never my go-to color. But Aaric had this habit of turning instructions into jokes—it was his way of making sure I was still thinking about him, even when he wasn’t around.By the time I arrived at the campus park, still half-empty that early in the morning, he was already there—sitting on a bench near the small lake, wearing a gray hoodie and jeans, his face partly hidden behind a sketchbook
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Where the City Forgot to Listen
This city always welcomes you the same way—loud, rushed, and utterly indifferent to whether you’ve just fallen in love or lost everything.On my first morning back in New York, I didn’t wake up to sunlight streaming through the windows like in Italy. Instead, it was the impatient honking of a yellow cab down below the apartment. Maybe that was the biggest difference between the place we’d just left and the one we were returning to.Life fell right back into its old rhythm. Aaric’s apartment was cold in the mornings, the bitter coffee he brewed half-asleep in the kitchen, and the work desk still cluttered with blueprints he hadn’t touched since the night before our flight.In the living room, I sat cross-legged on the carpet, laptop on my lap, my hair still damp from the shower. Design assignments piled up on my screen, and project revisions stared at me like little monsters waiting to devour my time. But my mind kept drifting back to the villa on the hill, to the evenings filled with
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Full of Paper and Promises
Dusk had fully fallen by the time we returned to the villa.The Italian sky had turned a deep blue, with streaks of orange lingering on the horizon like the final brushstrokes of a painting that refused to be finished. The air was cooler now, crisp against my skin as I stepped out of the car. But something warm was blooming quietly in my chest, something that had started growing ever since my conversation with Luciana. Not because her words were comforting—at least, not entirely. But because beneath all that elegance and grace, I’d seen that her heart wasn’t all that different from mine.She was just a mother, loving her son in the quietest, most anxious way.And me… somewhere along the way, I had begun to love Aaric not just as a lover, but as a wound I wanted to tend to, even knowing it might never fully heal.Inside, the villa felt warmer than usual. The fireplace was already lit—by whom, I didn’t know, as no staff had appeared since we got back. The scent of burning wood mingled w
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Where the Light Doesn’t Reach
The sky had begun to shift into shades of copper as the staff brought out the afternoon coffee. The last rays of sunlight pierced gently through the garden foliage, casting abstract patterns over the small marble table. Aaric and his father were standing near the fountain, discussing something that looked serious—judging by their gestures and the way their eyes kept darting toward the edge of the estate, I guessed it was about property or a construction project.Luciana sat next to me. A pair of sunglasses hung from the collar of her cream silk blouse, and her manicured fingers held a tiny espresso cup like she was observing the world, not just sipping coffee. In the golden light of late afternoon, she looked like an editorial photo straight out of a Milan lifestyle magazine—elegant, calm, and too perfectly composed to read clearly.But I could feel something. A subtle shift. A deliberate pause.“Aaric seems... more relaxed, doesn’t he?” she said suddenly, her tone light—but not empty
Stealing My Sister's Fiancee Flashback — Behind the Porcelain Smile
Luciana Bernardi served tea like an elegant witch brewing a secret potion—every movement slow and deliberate, yet never showy. Her gaze was sharp, but not piercing. Her smile was precise, but not fake. And from the beginning to the end of our little tea session, she called me darling—in an Italian-accented English that made the word sound like a cello melody.“Darling, this lemon cake was made by our family chef,” she said, handing me a small plate. “He has a soft spot for beautiful guests who know how to appreciate good food.”Beside me, Giancarlo—whose face looked like an older, more stone-cut version of Aaric’s—gave a slow nod.“We enjoy these relaxed lunches,” he said, his voice deep and full. “No need for stiff galas or exhausting charity events. At this table, we’re just family. No ‘Bernardi.’ Just Luciana, Giancarlo, Aaric… and now, Maya.”My heart swelled a little at that. Even my fingers stopped fidgeting with the napkin in my lap.“Thank you,” I said softly, my voice catchin
