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155: You are the Reason
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Winning 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
Winning My Ex-Crush 157: Say Cheese!
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Winning My Ex-Crush 158: Personal Transformation
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Winning 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
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Winning My Ex-Crush 161: Golden Ring
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Winning My Ex-Crush 162: Pep Talk
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Winning My Ex-Crush 163: Desperate Measure
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