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Winning My Ex-Crush 152: Catching Wind
Fenella’s POVBack to present day…“Oof,” I exhaled from my mouth after placing the boxes containing used books that I would sell at the bazaar this time. I wiped a drop of sweat from my forehead. Since about 9 in the morning, I have been helping my mother prepare our bazaar stand for fundraising. The air still felt freezing cold, but we were determined to raise money to hold a Christmas celebration at the hospital for children. This was one last effort to get donations for Christmas gifts and medical expenses. “I think that's all, Mom,” I said to my mother. She rearranged the pretty trinkets for home decor on the table, covered with a red tartan cloth. “Thank you, dear,” she said with her characteristic smile. My mother was indeed not young anymore, but there was still some beauty left on her face. Her skin was porcelain white but is now adorned with black spots as a sign of aging. Her facial skin had become wrinkled, and her blonde hair had mostly turned white. I imagined that w
Last Updated : 2024-08-22Winning My Ex-Crush 153: Thrift Shop
Fenella’s POV“Is it true that you’re going to pay for the items to be given away for free?” An elderly woman gasped, asking for confirmation.“Yes, it’s true. Take whatever you like, and I’ll pay for it.” Alan nodded quickly.“Don’t listen to him!” I tried to hold them back, but the older women were getting more and more excited.“Even this book, will you pay $200 for it?”“Yes, anything.” Alan nodded confidently again.“Oh no, that’s cheating. We are selling them at standard used-item prices,” my mother shook her head.“Yes, but this is my form of donation. Please don’t hesitate. Consider it a Christmas gift from me.”“No, just ignore him! Go away,” I pushed Alan’s body with both hands, but he didn’t move from there. The older women also took my words lightly, as Alan seemed to have won over all their hearts.“God bless you, son.”“What a kind-hearted angel,” the women praised Alan.“Hey! Why are you taking things first? That’s cheating!” Someone apparently took the opportunity whil
Last Updated : 2024-08-22Winning My Ex-Crush 154: Up and Down
Fenella’s POVHearing Alan's statement, my mouth dropped open. I huffed and shook my head in annoyance. "How could I not do it? You made me fall too deep into the grave you dug for yourself." "Isn't it the other way around? I built a staircase framework for you, but you were the one who knocked it down." He shrugged. His eyes blinked, and it was clear he didn't want to be blamed. "Yeah, yeah, Alan. I know you're trying to provide me with a lot of projects. Even yesterday, Mike said that I was taking on too many projects. Was that your doing?" I squinted at him, and he fell silent. Seeing his reaction, I huffed again and rolled my eyes. Without needing a response from him, I already knew my suspicions were correct. "Hey, Fenella, just calm down." Alan hurriedly tried to stop me from getting angry, but I was already far too annoyed with him. "How could you do that to them? They are all my friends, including Mike. You said you didn't want any toxic people like Kiara in your sacred t
Last Updated : 2024-08-22Winning My Ex-Crush 155: You are the Reason
Fenella’s POV"I didn't expect it to turn out like this. I really wanted to help you, Fenella. Please trust me."Alan pleaded with me in a soft voice. His body was now fully facing me, and his legs were no longer propped up sideways on the table.No matter how many times he said that, I couldn't believe him. Maybe if another woman were sitting here facing Alan, she might believe him. His handsome, charming face, dark eyes that glittered seductively, and the stubble on his jaw that gave a modern impression—all of it screamed the word ‘charmer’.After various heated debates and bad soap opera dramas, it seemed we were starting to reach some calm. I hoped this was enough to soothe my emotions and speak calmly. Although I wanted to treat the burn on his leg, Alan insisted that the cold compress on his leg was enough. He said he would endure it until all my questions were answered."Alright, if you want me to trust you, answer all my questions honestly." I demanded answers firmly."I will
Last Updated : 2024-08-23Winning My Ex-Crush 156: Siblings
Alan’s POVThe senior year, winter holiday, 7 years ago…This year was my last year at Whitehill Academy as a senior in the 12th grade. Isn't that great?! I smiled widely at myself in the bathroom mirror."Ouch!" My cheek got nicked by the razor. "Oh, no, no. Damn." I quickly dabbed at my bleeding cheek with a tissue."Clark! Get the hell out of there! It’s almost 7 p.m.!" My mom banged on the bathroom door."Yeah, Mom! I’ll be out in a second! Just a little accident!""Hurry up and put your clothes on! We’re going to be late!""Yes, Mom!"Following her orders, I rushed to finish shaving, occasionally pressing the cut on my cheek. When I was done, I stepped out of the bathroom, dried off, and put on my shirt and black suit, not forgetting my favorite red bow tie."Katching! You look cool!" I shot finger guns at myself in the mirror. Doesn’t it look great? My curly red hair matched perfectly with the red bow tie I was wearing."Clark! It’s already 7! Get down here now!""Yes, Mom!"My
Last Updated : 2024-08-23Winning My Ex-Crush 157: Say Cheese!
Alan’s POVThe screen of my laptop still displayed a long-haired blonde woman riding a man, her breasts bouncing. The woman resembled Fenella. Perhaps when she grew up, she would look like the woman on my laptop screen.In truth, I didn't need to be afraid of getting caught because Mom and Dad were on their honeymoon. As for Amy, well, she seemed to have been out with Chris since the morning. However, there was still the housekeeper in the Schmidt household.I peeked out of my window. It turned out Mrs. Greta, the housekeeper, was sweeping the dry leaves in the front yard. The house felt quiet that afternoon, so I thought I could watch more freely now. Besides, my ears were starting to hurt, and I couldn't move freely because of the headphone cable."Shit."The headphones slipped off my ears again. Just as I was about to adjust them, that damn broken headphone interrupted my fantasy once more. I looked down from my bedroom window again. There was no sign of Chris's car, and Mrs. Greta
Last Updated : 2024-08-24Winning My Ex-Crush 158: Personal Transformation
Alan’s POVA week after prom night…This summer was the worst!Mom went on vacation with her husband, Amy went with Chris, and I was left home alone. My friends were all busy with their own family holidays. I never thought I would say this, but I missed my mother. At least, she would nag me when I lazed around all day in my room during the summer.I had told my mother many times that remarrying was a bad idea. I was forced to move and lost my fun neighbor friends. Several times, I begged my mom to divorce Mr. Schmidt and come back to our old home.Of course, my mother rejected it. She had won all the lotteries she wanted, while I was left isolated and alone.I stared at the photo from my graduation ceremony with Fenella just before prom night. That morning, Fenella still had a bright smile, like a sweet angel. In this photo, I stood next to her, and I had to admit we looked good together!I ran my fingers through my hair in frustration. I took a deep breath, staring at the photo for a
Last Updated : 2024-08-25Winning My Ex-Crush 159: Crazy Rich Investor
Alan’s POVA year after college graduation…Everything may have passed in the blink of an eye for others, but not for me. I spent four years attending the same university as Amy and Chris. Those times were a long torture for me. They made me their sexual slave, and it completely changed me. Both psychologically and physically, I was no longer Clark Thomson.I had to endure the forced suffering for more than four years.How could anyone influence another person to change their entire identity like this? I used to love eating, but Amy forced me to change my eating habits and turned me into a clean-eating enthusiast. I used to watch cartoons while snacking, but now Amy has driven me to become obsessed with working out at the gym.Maybe it was better for me. Perhaps it was what I needed, even if I had to suffer. It was what transformed me into someone who was valued like I am now.I walked toward the altar. A small box containing a gold ring was safely tucked in my black tuxedo pocket. As
Last Updated : 2024-08-25
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Winning My Ex-Crush 210: Revenge Served
Fenella’s POVThree months later…“State of New York vs. Alan Schmidt! All rise, and please be quiet!”The bailiff announced the case name in a loud voice. I sat in the audience with my heart pounding and my feet restless. The reporters waiting in the back of the room fell silent, capturing every moment as the judge entered.I squeezed Laird's hand to quell my nerves. He smiled at me and whispered that everything would be okay. I nodded and offered a small, reassuring smile in return.This was the final appeal at the Supreme Court. After this, Alan wouldn’t be able to appeal again until his sentence was served. After two long years of a drawn-out case with various appeals from Alan’s side, we had finally reached the finish line.The judge began reading various considerations and court notes. They took turns reading the decision documents. Time seemed to crawl, and I began to feel drowsy.I occasionally glanced at Alan, who sat in his prison jumpsuit. His once curly, neat hair had grown
Winning My Ex-Crush 209: Award Winner Supermodel
Fenella’s POVTwo years later…I held Laird's hand, squeezing the palm that felt damp with sweat. A smile appeared on my lips as I tried to calm the nervousness he had felt since we left the house. This was the first award ceremony for him, Dave, and Rowan. They couldn’t sit still in their seats either.I couldn’t deny that I felt the same. My heart raced, even as the host made jokes that had the audience laughing. Still, I tried to remain calm because I didn’t want to make him more anxious than he already was.“The winner of the Best Mobile Game of the Year is...” The music stopped, the announcer paused, tension built, “My Supermodel!”“Oh! Thank God!” I exclaimed behind my hands that covered my open mouth.“Congratulations, honey!”I immediately stood up and hugged Laird tightly beside me. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his lips strong and quick. He smiled broadly and whispered for a moment, “I love you, baby. Thank you.”“Congratulations!” I shook hands with Dave and Rowa
Winning My Ex-Crush 208: You and I
Fenella’s POVI stood at the edge of the balcony. My hands are firmly gripping the iron rail of the balcony as my eyes gaze at the nighttime scenery in the distance. Puerto Vallarta, a cliff with a stunning coastal view that showcases the beautiful side of Mexico.Perhaps there is truth in the saying—including Lloyd's yesterday—that bad memories must be replaced with good ones.Since arriving in Mexico until now, all the bad memories have been erased and replaced with the beauty of a honeymoon vacation with the love of my life. It's not bad, really.Despite the heavy trial we went through yesterday, we finally had some peace of mind. The night breeze blows through my hair. There's a strange sensation, but I don't want to go into the room yet. Until Laird came from the balcony door and immediately hugged me, enveloping me in soothing warmth.“Hey,”“Hi, baby. Are you done showering?” I asked, raising my head to look at Laird's face for a moment.“Yup.”“You smell nice,” I said as I inh
Winning My Ex-Crush 207: Objections!
Fenella’s POV“Oh, sweet Mother, that was divine!” Jessy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then he opened his eyes wide while his mouth continued chewing my mother’s crab cakes. The murmurs and cheers were still heard until he finally finished his last bite.“I was glad you liked them,” my mother smiled broadly.“I didn’t just like them. I loved, loved, loved them!”Everyone around us laughed at Jessy’s confession. We felt the same way because my mother had succeeded in making a super delicious wedding reception dish. Truly, our Baxter family home was filled with guests. Even though we had invited only a small number of people, our home had never been this lively.The decorations of pink, white, and red flowers and balloons filled the entire room. The furniture had been rearranged to create enough space for the guests to dance or chat. Soft music played through the speakers set up in the corner of the room.Occasionally, guests would step up to change the music, hold the microph
Winning My Ex-Crush 206: Little Happiness
Fenella’s POV“Honey, you looked absolutely stunning,” my mother said. “Thank you, Mom.” I smiled wide upon hearing my mother's compliment. She handed me a bouquet of wedding flowers that was a mix of pink, red, and white colors. I then grabbed the small bouquet and held it tightly. “I couldn’t believe we pulled this off all in just a week.” My mother shook her head, her eyes wide. “We even thought to get married the day after he proposed, but I remembered your words about wanting to prepare every detail of my wedding. You only have one chance because I'm your only daughter, so here we are.”“I just hoped those fruit tarts and crab cakes would be enough for all the guests.” “It’s okay, Mom. If the food wasn’t enough, we could stuff them with the wedding cake. That’s the job of the five-tier cake you ordered.”“You're right. I'm grateful that Mrs. Maddox's bakery shop is willing to take on the order." She sighed and stared at my face."Oh, I wish your father could see you, even th
Winning My Ex-Crush 205: Will You?
Fenella’s POV“Fenella.”“Yes, Laird.”Laird called me right after I arrived at the apartment.“Where are you right now?”“I'm at the apartment,” I replied quickly as I grabbed a glass of mineral water from the dispenser.“Oh, thank goodness. I'm on my way home,” he said.The apartment door opened, and I immediately saw Laird's figure enter. My mouth was slightly agape, with my eyes widening. My forehead wrinkled as I watched him walk in. I glanced at the clock on the table and realized it was 2 p.m.“Fenella,” he called in his distinctively low voice.He stepped inside and met me in the kitchen. I hurriedly set my water glass down on the dining table. For some reason, Laird's face looked different. There was a hint of a happy smile on his face, though the look in his eyes was dark, and I couldn't describe the meaning behind it.“You're home? One second you're calling me, the next you're standing in front of me,” I chuckled.Suddenly, he let down his backpack on the floor. Then he hug
Winning My Ex-Crush 204: Daddy Issues
Laird’s POVI took several deep breaths and let them out. I couldn't help but feel uneasy and anxious, and various bad thoughts were raging in my mind. My hands repeatedly smoothed my tie or combed my hair. Hell, I couldn't calm myself down!This wasn't the first time my father had gone this far. Using bodyguards to pick up other people by force, who does he think he is?I hate his methods. He's called the shark of the legal world for a reason. This is how he acts. Stalking, coercing, and making people bend to his will until they're crushed by Hugo Evans' ambition.Now he was after Fenella. He flew from Boston to New York for her. I just knew it.I almost know what my father wants from my girlfriend. Maybe he wants to tell her to stay away like some of the girls I dated at university. It could also be that he wanted to ask about the case involving me and Malgolm Golden together.Whatever it was, I was waiting for a call or mes
Winning My Ex-Crush 203: Please Don’t Preach
Fenella’s POVMy eyes blinked after hearing Mr. Evans' words. My brow furrowed as I tried to understand his reasoning and failed miserably. I remained silent, but eventually, my heart was stirred to dig deeper.“Excuse me? Why is that?” I asked slowly, being careful not to make a misstep.“Because he helped my enemy,” Mr. Evans replied firmly.Again, I could only blink. An enemy? Yes, Laird had told me how Mr. Golden had an affair with his mother. But wasn’t that ten years ago? In fact, Mr. Evans had been busy with his young girlfriend.Still, Laird had helped to do the right thing. I didn’t want to argue with him, but I began to feel that Mr. Evans' disappointment in Laird was beyond reason.“But he helped capture criminals. He has contributed to the community.” I voiced my opinion again and swallowed to ease my nervousness.“You don’t know anything, kid. He helped my arch-enemy without considering my feelings.” Mr. Evans scoffed in frustration. “How dare he? Sometimes Laird can be u
Winning My Ex-Crush 202: Live Location
Fenella’s POVI willingly got into the black van, leaving Jessy alone on the sidewalk. I was sure he would immediately contact Laird. Maybe he would explain the situation to him, and Laird would call me right away.Sure enough, my phone rang just minutes after the van had driven away from Laird’s office building. I answered the call immediately.“Hello, Laird.”“Hey, Fenella. What is this about Jessy seeing you being abducted by a black van? He said you willingly got into the vehicle and mentioned it was my father’s men.”Laird asked with tension in his voice. His breath sounded hurried on the phone, but I didn’t want to make him more anxious.Well, yes, I was panicking too because suddenly I had been approached by men in black suits who resembled mafia. However, they mentioned Hugo Evans, Laird’s father. I didn’t want to give his father a bad impression, or I would lose th
