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016: Fight Back

Author: Rosa Kane
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-08 00:38:07

ANYA

Standing on the balcony, I watched as Hunter’s car sped down the long driveway. His sleek, black car was like a shadow fading into the distance, but the tension in my chest lingered.

"Goat? Yam?" I muttered bitterly, shaking my head. "How can a man be so narrow-minded in this day and age?"

The wind whipped around me, tugging at my hair, but it wasn’t enough to cool the fire building under my skin. I felt trapped in a cruel joke. The entire school must have heard about Hunter’s display by now. Gossip spreads faster than wildfire when it’s laced with scandal.

Tomorrow, I’d walk through those halls as "the girl who married Hunter Steele." And suddenly I’d be famous for all the wrong reasons. And Cross... oh, Cross. It would make even a simple conversation with him feel like climbing Everest barefoot.

How was I going to approach him without a storm of rumors brewing around us?

I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Evans’ name. I hesitated f
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storyteller290
They’re just making stupid plans...
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Gracegold Daniel Bassey
Evans is playing with fire.
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This won't end well for Anya and Evans, next please
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