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64. Well deserved
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Elliot POVI tucked Sammy into bed, pulling the dinosaur-patterned blanket up to his chin, his small frame settling into the mattress with a sleepy sigh. The soft glow of his nightlight cast shadows across the room, illuminating his face—peaceful, innocent, and so much like Reese’s it hurt. “Goodnight, buddy,” I murmured, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead.“Night, Dad,” he mumbled, his voice drowsy but content, his eyelids fluttering shut. I lingered for a moment, watching his chest rise and fall, the quiet rhythm easing some of the tension in my shoulders. But the peace didn’t last long.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, the sharp vibration cutting through the stillness. I glanced at the screen—Jennifer. My stomach tightened, a familiar dread creeping in, but I answered, stepping out into the hallway to keep my voice low.“What do you want, Jennifer?” I said, my tone clipped, already bracing for the storm.Her voice exploded through the line, furious and shrill. “I’m going t
Last Updated : 2025-02-28Traded For His First Love 66. My walk here
Reese POVI stood at the window of my bedroom, holding a glass of red wine, the deep crimson liquid glinting under the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The distant hum of the city was a faint murmur, but my thoughts were fixed on the path that had brought me here. The battles, the losses, the victories—I was close to winning.A soft creak made me turn, and Avie, my daughter, ran in, dressed in a pastel nightgown, her blonde curls bouncing. She climbed into my lap, hugging my neck, instantly bringing peace.“Mommy, can we read a story?” she asked, her voice sleepy.“Of course, sweetheart,” I replied, smiling as I carried her to the bed, grabbing a book about dinosaurs—Sammy’s favorite. I imagined the day he and Avie would meet, laughing together in this room.Flashback on: Three Years AgoThree years ago, pregnant, I stepped into a new apartment in the city, the empty space echoing my loneliness. I stood at the window, looking out, my heart heavy after divorcing Elliot and los
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Bethany POVThe sound of Josh’s car crunching over the gravel of my parents’ mansion driveway jolted me out of my reverie. Josh sat beside me, and since we’d left the restaurant, a morbid silence had hung between us. Every time I spoke, he’d huff, grumble, or roll his eyes as if the sound of my voice alone irritated him. I considered myself pretty, but Joshua Carter’s disdain made me feel like the ugliest, most uninteresting woman in the world.“Alright,” he said after pulling up in front of my house, his voice flat, not even glancing at me. “You’re safely delivered. You can go now.”I looked toward the house through his car window and sighed. So that was it? I’d just get out of the car, and this would end here? For heaven’s sake, things were only getting worse… “Or better yet, why don’t you come in? My parents won’t mind if you sleep with me tonight. It’s kind of fitting, since we’re engaged,” I invited, flashing a seductive smile.He frowned at me as if I’d just said something outr
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Bethany POV“Lady Venus is a beautiful and very interesting woman, but she really isn’t my type,” Josh said, “so stop hating her to ease your frustration over me not responding to you, okay? Besides, you’re so pretty—stop being so bitter, it doesn’t suit you.” He pinched my cheek in a gesture that was anything but romantic, then reached for my door handle. “Now get out of the car, come on. It’s getting late.”But I pulled the door shut, closing it firmly, and looked at him with my nose tilted upward. “What?” He was confused by my defiance.“I already said, I’m not getting out of here unless you’re with me,” I repeated. “Or would you rather take me to your place? I’ll take any place as long as we’re together.”“You’re not seriously doing this, Bethany, are you? You’re not challenging me like this, are you?” he raged, his brow furrowed. There was danger in his green eyes, but I wasn’t afraid. What more could happen? I was already in deep trouble anyway.“If Lady Venus isn’t your type,
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Elliot POVI stood on Venus’s doorstep, clearly anxious, Sammy’s hand gripped tightly in mine, my heart pounding like a drum against my ribs. It was Saturday, and the crisp, quiet morning stretched before us, the promise of a whole day with her pulsing through my veins.I’d barely slept, my mind racing with anticipation—not just for Sammy’s sake, but for mine. I wanted to be near Venus again, to feel the spark of connection we’d once shared, to see if we could start understanding each other after all this time. Who knows… maybe this could be the start of something new.Sammy shifted beside me, his dinosaur-themed sneakers scuffing the stone step, his wide, curious eyes darting between me and the polished wooden door. “Dad, is Lady Venus really here?” he asked, his voice small but hopeful, the uncertainty left by years of Jennifer’s lies still echoing in his tone.“She is, buddy,” I replied, squeezing his hand, my voice steady despite the nerves churning in my stomach. “She’s excited t
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Venus POVThis felt like a dream—watching my two children, Sammy and Avie, communicating for the first time, their small voices filling the living room with chatter about dinosaurs. Sammy’s excitement over his T-Rex book, Avie’s timid but growing curiosity about the big, scary ones—I could barely breathe, my heart swelling with a joy I’d held onto for years, buried under the pain of loss and Jennifer’s lies. It was as if the fractured pieces of my family were finally stitching together, and I stood there, frozen, soaking in the miracle of it all.Sammy sat cross-legged on the carpet, his dinosaur-themed sneakers glowing against the soft rug, holding up a plastic T-Rex figurine for Avie to see. “This one’s the strongest, but I think the Velociraptor’s smarter,” he said, his voice bubbling with enthusiasm, the uncertainty left by Jennifer’s manipulations melting away.Avie, still clutching her favorite stuffed bunny, peeked from behind the couch, her blonde curls bouncing as she edged
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Last Updated : 2025-03-04Traded For His First Love 72. Club of the Pathetically Unlovable Dudes
Elliot POVSpencer Davies dragged me to a luxury club in the heart of the city, a place where only gentlemen with six zeros in their bank accounts could even dream of entering. The air was thick with wealth and arrogance as we stepped inside, the dim lighting casting a golden glow over polished wood and leather.A group of guys was sprawled out on plush sofas, their eyes glued to a massive screen blaring some sport, drinks in hand and smoke from exotic herbs swirling around them. At least there weren’t any obscenities or naked women around—small mercies, I suppose.“Hey, lads!” Spencer greeted them with firm handshakes as he approached, his voice booming with that smug confidence I’d come to despise.I recognized Josh Carter among them, hunched over a glass bong, inhaling the herb smoke with a glazed look in his eyes.“Bloody hell, you lot started early today, huh?” I commented, sinking into a chair beside them, my tone dry as I tried to mask the unease gnawing at me. Being here with
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Traded For His First Love 109. Heat of the Night
Alice POVI was on the balcony of Nathalie’s party, the cool night air brushing against my heated skin as Connor pinned me against the railing, his hands firm on my waist and his lips locked on mine in a kiss that was pure fire. The lively music from the ballroom spilled through the glass doors, muffled by the sound of crickets and the light breeze, but I could barely hear anything beyond the rough sound of him against my mouth. Our earlier conversation there— me throwing his flirting with the green-dress brunette in his face, him promising to surprise me — had turned into this: heated making out, his hands sliding up my back under my purple dress, and me losing myself in his warmth despite swearing I wouldn’t fall so easily.“You’re driving me crazy,” he murmured against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as I arched into him, my heart pounding. His blue eyes glinted in the dim light, and his citrusy scent wrapped around me, pulling me deeper.“You started it,” I shot back, my voic
Traded For His First Love 108. Shelter in the Storm
Venus POV I’d barely shut the apartment door when the buzzer rang, a sharp sound cutting through the heavy silence I was trying to cling to. My body was still trembling, the dress damp from Nathalie’s champagne sticking to my skin, my face faintly stinging where Bethany had slapped me, and Spencer’s words still echoing in my head like knives. I hesitated, my feet frozen on the cold floor, thinking it might be him coming back—maybe regretful, maybe to yell some more. My heart lurched with reluctance, but I dragged myself to the door anyway, opening it with a tired sigh. But when I saw who was there, my shoulders slumped, the weight of the day nearly knocking me over with relief. It was Elliot. He stood in my doorway, his hair mussed by the wind, his green eyes full of a concern I hadn’t expected but that hit me like a bolt. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed him until that moment—not just his presence, but the way he saw me, as Reese, not the Venus everyone seemed to hate now.
Traded For His First Love 108. Fractured Trust
Venus POV The low rumble of Spencer’s car engine was the only sound filling the silence between us as he drove through Chicago’s dark streets, the streetlights streaking past the window like blurs. I was slumped in the passenger seat, my blue dress still damp from Nathalie’s champagne clinging to my skin, my face faintly stinging where Bethany had slapped me in the parking lot. My head was a mess—the party had started so well, with laughter, light conversation, a moment with Elliot on the balcony that nearly made me forget everything. But then it all crashed into a nightmare I couldn’t wrap my mind around. The humiliation in front of everyone, the accusations from Nathalie, Jennifer, and Bethany, and now this—Spencer driving me home with a look that said he was holding a volcano inside him. I ran a hand over my face, trying to wipe away the last of the dried champagne prickling my skin, and felt the weight of his gaze even without turning to him. The silence was suffocating, and
Traded For His First Love 106. Breaking the Chains
Josh POV I was standing near the door of Nathalie’s party, the cold night air hitting my face as the sound of Spencer’s car tires faded into the distance. What had just gone down in the parking lot—Bethany chasing after Venus and slapping her across the face—was still spinning in my head like a movie I didn’t want to watch. I’d seen it all from the entrance, the way Bethany screamed, the pure hatred in her eyes, her hand smacking Venus like she was a punching bag. And I knew, deep down, that this was one of the reasons I didn’t want to marry her. It wasn’t just that I didn’t love her—though that was true—but because Bethany had a rotten soul, a darkness that twisted my stomach every time I saw her lose it like that. I wasn’t some saint, and I didn’t pretend to be. The engagement to Bethany was my dad’s doing, a move to tie our families together, his business with hers, and I’d even thought it might work out. Maybe, with time, I could fall for her—she was pretty, had a fire that s
Traded For His First Love 105. The Sting of Victory
Bethany POV Watching Venus get humiliated in front of everyone had been like a balm—every shout from Nathalie, every drop of champagne running down that perfect face, every shocked stare in the room felt like I was cashing in on a piece of the pain I’d been carrying in my chest for so long. I was leaning against a table near the bar, arms crossed, my heart still racing with pure satisfaction as the echo of Nathalie’s shattering glass replayed in my head. Venus was everything I wasn’t—beautiful, desired, with that effortless charm that made everyone like her, even Josh, my fiancé. But now, drenched and kicked out, she was imperfect for the first time, and for the first time, I felt special. Jennifer was beside me, laughing softly as she swirled her sparkling wine, the bubbles rising like they were toasting our victory. “Did you see her face, Bethany?” she said, her tone light but dripping with that venom I loved. “She looked like a wet dog trying to explain herself. Pathetic.”
Traded For His First Love 104. Soaked in Shame
Venus POV The party at Nathalie’s was starting to wind down—the golden lights still glowed, but the music had softened, and the little clusters of people were breaking apart, some grabbing coats, others exchanging goodbye hugs. I was near the door, Spencer at my side with that look like he couldn’t wait to leave, and I was trying to say my farewells to a few acquaintances so we could get out of there. My heart was still racing from the almost-kiss with Elliot on the balcony, and all I wanted was to get home, take a hot shower, and pretend this night hadn’t turned me inside out. “Nice seeing you, Clara,” I said, smiling at a friend of Nathalie’s I knew from other events. She was in a shiny green dress, holding a nearly empty glass, and gave me a friendly nod. “You too, Venus. Take care, okay?” she replied, her tone light as she turned to grab her purse. I nodded, adjusting the strap of my blue dress—which was still clinging to my back from the party’s heat—and glanced at Spenc
Traded For His First Love 103. Venom in the Air
Jennifer POV The party at Nathalie’s was still buzzing—the hall aglow with those golden lights that screamed luxury, the loud music making the floor tremble, and the air thick with the scent of champagne and expensive perfume. I was leaning against a column near the drink table, a gin in hand, the ice clinking as I watched the crowd. But my focus was all on Bethany, a few steps away, her eyes narrowed and fists clenched, spitting venom like she owned the place. She was ranting about Reese—or Venus, as everyone but Elliot called her—and I could almost see the hatred rolling off her in waves. “You saw that, Jennifer? It’s so obvious that bitch wants my fiancé,” she snarled, her voice dripping with rage as she jerked her chin toward Reese across the room. There she was, the elegant woman in that perfect blue dress, smiling and chatting with her friends, her loose hair falling over her shoulders like she didn’t have a care in the world. “The way she looked at Josh? What a slut! I b
Traded For His First Love 102. Echoes Over the Lake
Venus POV The balcony at Nathalie’s house was a breath of calm amidst the storm of the party—the cool breeze blew in from Lake Michigan on the horizon, where the dark water swallowed the city lights like an upside-down sky. I was leaning against the railing, the cold metal pressing into my arms, the wind playing with my hair, and Elliot was beside me, close enough that I could feel his warmth without even touching. The noise of the party inside—the loud music, the laughter, the clinking glasses—felt like a distant echo, and I let my eyes drift to the serene line of the lake, the peace of that place wrapping around me like a blanket I didn’t know I craved. Alice and Connor were still in their little corner, murmuring and giggling, but my mind was all on Elliot, as it always was. I took a deep breath, the chilly air filling my chest, and the words slipped out before I could hold them back. “You know, Elliot… sometimes, in my craziest moments, I wonder what it’d be like if we’d wor
