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81. Yes, I fell.
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Traded For His First Love 82. Common Reason
Bethany POVThe luxurious restaurant felt almost suffocating, with its golden lights and the muffled sound of elegant conversations surrounding me. I sat at a corner table, drumming my fingers on the white linen tablecloth, my stomach churning with anger and humiliation.I had come here to meet a mysterious woman who had promised juicy information about Venus—information that, according to her, could ruin that woman’s career. I didn’t have anything personal against Venus, at least not until she started hovering around Josh, messing with what was mine. And after the dreadful weekend I’d just had, I was more than ready to take my anger out on someone.My mind was still trapped in the humiliating scene from that morning, and as I waited, the memories swallowed me like a whirlwind. I had woken up next to Josh, still in his bed, my body warm against his, believing that the night we spent tending to him—after he stumbled in drunk and cursed at me—might have changed something.I washed him,
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-17Traded For His First Love 83. The Poisoned Invitation
The Poisoned Invitation Reese POVThe air at La Maison d’Or reeked of truffles and hypocrisy. The gold-plated walls reflected the fake smiles of women trading secrets like currency. I adjusted my red silk dress and forced a smile for Natalie Singleton, the client who barely hid her fascination with "Chicago’s Venus." Alice, beside me, was already in "pitbull in stilettos" mode, scowling at anyone who smelled of betrayal. “So, Natalie, we want something intimate but impactful. A party that says, ‘I’m rich but classy,’” Alice said, toying with her pearl necklace while reviewing the proposal. Natalie laughed, her eyes bright. “Exactly! I want everyone to remember this house. White flowers, dramatic lighting, and…” A sharp laugh made me turn. Across the room, *Bethany Skyland* leaned against a table like a trainee geisha, her lips glued to the ear of… Jennifer Durham. My body froze. The water glass in my hand trembled. “Shit,” Alice whispered, following my gaze. “What’s that
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-18Traded For His First Love 84. Tangled Hearts and Tangled Lies
Reese POV “Alice, please, stop the car,” I asked, my voice coming out quieter than I intended. The soft sound of blue jazz spilling from the Ferrari’s speakers felt like it was mocking the mess swirling in my head. She turned to me, eyes wide with surprise, one hand still on the wheel. “What? You okay? Why do you want me to stop now?” I sighed, running my fingers through my hair as I tried to sort out my thoughts. “We need to go back there,” I said, referring to La Maison d’Or, where Jennifer and Bethany had just cornered us like a pair of grinning hyenas. “I need to talk to Bethany. Clear some things up. I don’t like seeing her with Jennifer one bit—that woman’s pure poison.” Alice pulled over to the side of the road with a dramatic sigh, her gloved hands tapping the leather steering wheel. “I know that, honey. I didn’t like seeing that girl cozying up to Jennifer Durham either. How’d they even meet, huh? And look, I love you, but you can’t go around saving everyone. She’s go
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-19Traded For His First Love 85. Shadows of Trust
Reese POV Back at my apartment, the air felt lighter, but only on the surface. I was sunk into the couch, running my fingers through Avie’s soft hair as she blinked sleepy little eyes in my lap, nearly giving in to sleep. Alice and Spencer were parked at the coffee table, wine glasses in hand, while I tried to explain the Bethany fiasco without letting exhaustion swallow me whole. “So, Bethany was totally different,” Alice started, swirling her wine in the glass like it was some magic potion. “She treated Venus like she was trash or something. I swear, if I hadn’t held myself back, I’d have yanked that sloppy ponytail right off her head.” Spencer laughed, that low, raspy laugh that always carried a hint of irony. “Seriously? What happened to make her so prickly?” “She’s convinced Josh is into me,” I said, rolling my eyes while I rubbed Avie’s back, her warmth calming me a little. “Josh Carter’s a great catch, but to me, he’s just a good friend, you know? But Alice thinks that’
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-20Traded For His First Love 86. Sunlit Smiles and Stolen Kisses
Reese POV The midday sun was perfect at the park, a warm glow that made the tree leaves shimmer in vivid green. Me, Elliot, Sammy, and Avie had claimed a little spot by the lake, with a checkered blanket spread out on the grass and a picnic basket Elliot insisted on bringing. It was a light day, one of those that almost made me forget the weight of the world. It reminded me so much of those days in London when I dreamed of moments like this with my family—we hardly ever had them, but the few we did were eternal, and it was just wonderful to be doing it again with Sammy and now with Avie. Now the boy was chasing his little sister, who clutched a red ball with her chubby hands, laughing loud as she tried to escape him. “You can’t catch me, Sammy!” she squealed, her short legs stumbling over the grass, but her smile was so big it lit up everything. “I can too, you little rascal!” Sammy shot back, pretending to run slower to give her a chance. His hair was all messed up by the wind
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-21Traded For His First Love 87. Echoes of Us
Reese POV The kiss felt like a wildfire, hot and out of control, and I was burning up in it. Elliot held me like I might slip through his fingers any second, his hands firm on my waist, his body pressed against mine in a way that erased any rational thought. I clung to his neck, my fingers tangled in his hair, lost in that taste I knew so well yet felt so new—like we’d gone back in time, but with all the weight of the present on our shoulders. Then a sharp cry from outside—“Mommy!”—cut through the air like a knife. It was Avie. My heart jolted, and I pulled away from him in a panic, the cold bathroom air rushing into the space between us. “Elliot, the kids,” I muttered, my voice hoarse, almost breathless, as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand like I could erase what had just happened. He looked at me, his green eyes still dark with desire, his breathing heavy. “Reese, wait…” he started, but I was already unlocking the door, the click sounding too loud in the silence. “N
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-22Traded For His First Love 88. Candlelight and Cold Sparks
Reese POV The restaurant Spencer took me to was one of those places that felt straight out of a movie—the kind where luxury screamed in every detail, but not over-the-top. Le Jardin sat atop a downtown Chicago building, with huge windows showing off the city lights twinkling like fallen stars. The hostess led us to a corner table by the window, with a view that seemed to cradle the world outside. Candles flickered in crystal holders, and the scent of fresh herbs and expensive wine floated in the air. Spencer pulled out my chair with that crooked smile he did so well, and I sat down, trying to ignore the weight still pressing on my chest from the park. “You look beautiful tonight, Venus,” he said, his dark eyes gleaming under the soft light as he took his seat across from me. “That blue dress… it’s like it was made for you.” I smiled, smoothing the fabric of the dress I’d picked almost on autopilot before leaving. “Thanks, Spence. You’re looking pretty sharp yourself,” I said, n
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-23Traded For His First Love 89. Petals and Promises
Reese POV After dinner at Le Jardin, Spencer suggested a walk around the city, and I couldn’t say no—not with that crooked smile of his looking at me like I was the center of the universe. The night was gorgeous, the clear sky dotted with stars, the cool air carrying the scent of wet asphalt from the rain earlier. We strolled through Chicago’s lit-up streets, the building lights reflecting in puddles, and he took my hand, lacing his fingers with mine in a way that caught me off guard with its ease. “Ever stop to think how alive this city feels at night?” he asked, his voice soft as he gazed at the glowing shop windows and passing cars. “It’s like it never sleeps.” I smiled, following his gaze. “Yeah, sometimes I forget that. I spend so much time rushing around, I don’t really look.” He laughed, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. “Then let me show you. Let’s enjoy it a little.” We walked without hurry, chatting about everything and nothing. He told me a funny story about a clie
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Traded For His First Love Chapter 113. In Your Arms
Reese POV The sheets were still warm where our bodies met, my head nestled on Elliot’s chest, the steady thump of his heart against my ear. His arms wrapped around me, one hand tracing slow circles on my lower back, the other resting on the curve of my hip. The room was cloaked in silence, save for the soft hum of the baby monitor on the nightstand, reminding me Sammy and Avie were sleeping soundly down the hall. I wanted to freeze that moment — us like this, bare, entwined, as if the world outside, with its venom and humiliations, couldn’t touch us.“You okay?” Elliot asked, his husky voice cutting through the quiet, a hint of worry tucked into the lightness. He tilted his head, trying to catch my face in the dimness.I looked up at him, his features softened by the faint light slipping through the curtains. “Why do you ask?” I countered, a half-smile tugging at my lips as I tried to keep things easy.He chuckled low, his fingers sliding through my brown hair, mussing it gently. “Y
Traded For His First Love 112. Beneath the Quiet
Reese POV The day had been a soft unraveling of something I’d almost forgotten how to feel — Sammy’s wild laughter as he darted around the apartment, toy plane in hand, chasing Elliot through the narrow hall; Avie’s sticky fingers tugging at my blue robe while she babbled and stacked blocks that toppled with every giggle. We’d spent hours like that, the four of us tangled in a rhythm that felt dangerously close to the life I’d once pictured, before Jennifer stole it away. The kitchen still held the faint sweetness of pancakes from that morning, a trace of Elliot flipping them with that easy grin while Sammy shouted “Daddy!” and Avie clapped like it was magic. It was too good, too fragile, and it scared me — because every second of it pressed against the secret I still hadn’t let slip.Night crept in slow, the kids finally crashing after a day that wore them out. Sammy’s snores echoed faintly from his room, and Avie’s soft breaths hummed through the monitor on the counter, her little
Traded For His First Love 111: Shadows of the Morning
Alice POV The morning sun slipped through the cheap motel curtains, casting golden stripes across the tangled sheets where I woke up, my body still warm and heavy from sleep — and from the night before. Connor was there, on the other side of the room, talking quietly on the phone out on the tiny balcony, the glass door cracked open just enough to let his murmurs blend with the distant hum of cars on the road. He was wearing a white motel robe, loosely tied, showing off the chest I’d run my hands over hours ago, his brown hair a messy tumble over his forehead as he gestured. I blinked slowly, reality hitting me like a soft slap: I’d actually gone to bed with him. After everything I’d sworn — no attachments, no letting a guy pin me down — here I was, still feeling the echo of his touch on my skin.The night had been wild, a blur of heat and desire that started on the balcony at Nathalie’s party and ended here, in this plain room that smelled of clean sheets and sex. I sat up in bed, t
Traded For His First Love 110. Morning Light
Reese POV I woke up to my kids’ laughter echoing through the apartment, a sound so alive it almost felt like a gift after the night I’d had. Sammy and Avie were in the kitchen — Sammy’s loud, energetic laugh mixing with Avie’s joyful little squeals — and the smell of fresh coffee and warm pancakes drifted through the air, pulling me out of bed like a thread of hope. My head still throbbed, a leftover from the party that turned into a nightmare, from the ugly fight with Spencer that ended with him dumping me at the door like I was nothing. But those laughs… they were a piece of something I’d lost, something coming back, even if it carried secrets I wasn’t ready to face.I got up slowly, my body heavy with exhaustion and a truth I hadn’t found the courage to tell. I grabbed the blue robe tossed over the chair, tied it around my waist while rubbing my eyes, and followed the sound down the hall. Last night had been a mess — Spencer spitting venom over things I didn’t even fully grasp,
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 107. 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
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.”
