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Winning My Ex-Crush 28: The Dazzling Place
Fenella’s POVI looked at myself in the mirror. I don't know how long I spent making sure my appearance was perfect, as Oscar had requested.I styled my hair with a curling iron to give it a bit more thickness and waves. I also applied styling cream specifically designed to add volume and smoothness.Following Oscar and Alan's final choice, I wore a red lace lingerie set. Then, I put on a shimmering gold minidress that reached mid-thigh with a low-cut neckline. I didn't forget a small black purse with a gold chain strap to hold my phone and credit card wallet. My ensemble was completed with a set of gold earrings, a necklace, and a bracelet.All were designed by Oscar de Ragetti.I clicked the heels of my ankle
Last Updated : 2024-06-26Winning My Ex-Crush 29: Party People
Laird’s POVThe valet attendant immediately opened the door for her. Then he approached me to exchange the car keys for the valet parking card.A red carpet was laid out at the entrance. Music played lively from inside, and congratulatory flowers were lined up in the lobby. Journalists and paparazzi shouted for her to pose in front of them. Flashing lights and camera shutter sounds immediately animated our arrival.However, I shy away from the camera spotlight. I stepped back and let Fenella pose alone in front of the camera."Is he your boyfriend?" one of them asked.She didn't answer their questions and chose to continue posing. After Fenella was waving and blowing a kiss into the air, we immediately entered the club together.Inside the club, there were celebrities from the entertainment worlds. I couldn't even name them all, because there were so many. It's as if everyone present was a VIP. My throat dried up as my nerves began to rise."You should probably start looking for Alan
Last Updated : 2024-06-26Winning My Ex-Crush 30: Screening My Rival
Laird’s POV"It's okay. I can handle this. Just wait here for a moment," Fenella said, shaking her head."I don't want to leave you alone with that man," I said, nodding my head towards Tom. My eyes were still wary of him."It's okay, Laird. Trust me. Just a few minutes. I'll settle this once and for all," Fenella said, her eyes gleaming with determination.Seeing her determination, I finally let go of her hand. I continued to watch them both leave the club through the back door. They both disappeared, covered by other people dancing."It's okay. I'm sure she can take care of herself," Jessy said to me."Who's Tom?" I asked Jessy."Oh, he's her ex," Jessy replied carefully."Ex? The one she broke up with before meeting me?" I probed."Oh, Laird. You should ask Fenella directly. I'm not sure about my own memory." Jessy blatantly avoided my question.Of course, I wouldn't let him off the hook. This time, I stepped closer to Jessy and stared straight into his eyes. I spoke softly in fron
Last Updated : 2024-06-27Winning My Ex-Crush 31: Seeds of Doubts
Laird’s POVA daddy long-legs? If I remember correctly, I once read a book with that title for an English literature class assignment in high school. The novel tells the story of a man who provides many conveniences for a girl by keeping his true identity a secret. The man then fell in love with the girl, and they eventually got married.Does Alan deserve to be called Daddy Long Legs? I don't think so. He didn't keep his identity a secret. In fact, he bragged his name and position as the boss to Fenella. Then he intended to marry Fenella?It seemed Alan was indeed targeting Fenella. Perhaps he intended to offer career success to Fenella and hoped that she would marry him that way.I snorted as I successfully connected Alan's mindmap."Me?" I asked Alan. The man smiled broadly and nodded his head."I'd rather choose to be her lifelong best friend," I said with a wry smile."Oh, isn't that adorable? All fiction makes us dream, doesn't it?" Alan chuckled."You know, most girls in this r
Last Updated : 2024-06-27Winning My Ex-Crush 32: Ex
Laird’s POVAlan managed to hold back her slap. Alan's hand gripped Kiara's wrist until she felt pain."Let go of me!" Alan then released his grip."Don't spoil this party with your beastly behavior." Alan hissed back at her.Kiara groaned in annoyance as she held her reddened wrist. She then walked away, stomping her feet. I watched her quickly be swallowed by a crowd of people."Isn't she dreadful?" Alan asked me with a wry smile."I don't care about her," I said."But you care about Fenella, right? Isn't it too long to chat with an ex-boyfriend? Unless she really wants to mend things." Alan said it to me again.I wondered. How could he keep poking at my feelings? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? Why did he keep reminding me that Fenella had ignored me?The memory of prom night immediately disturbed me. I tried hard not to show my anxiety, but the crease in my forehead didn't fade."Ah, finally, there she is," Alan said.I turned to Alan and realized that Fenella had returned and
Last Updated : 2024-06-28Winning My Ex-Crush 33: Part Ways
Fenella’s POVThank goodness, that misunderstanding is over. Luckily, Tom didn't push and understood me. I took a long breath and looked up at the New York sky, covered with dark clouds without any stars visible.It's strange how life changes. At first, I remembered how Tom used to treat me well at the beginning of our relationship. Gradually, he seemed bored with me. Maybe Jessy was right; I often love people too much until they feel annoyed and bored with me.But is that wrong? Am I wrong if I want to love someone and give them as much as I can in this world? Am I wrong if I expect the same kind of love in return? Didn't mom always say to treat others as you want to be treated?I just want to be loved that deeply. Affection, isn't that simple?
Last Updated : 2024-06-28Winning My Ex-Crush 34: A Dare
Fenella’s POVI felt like I was going to explode with the pent-up anger tonight. What's wrong with tonight? Everything was supposed to go smoothly, right? Why, at the moment I was about to show off my greatness to Laird, was I instead disturbed by this chaos?"Laird!" I yelled out his name.My fists were clenched by my sides. I held myself back as much as I could while looking at the scene unfolding before my eyes.The man named Laird was sitting on one of the red chairs. A single sofa chair should only fit one person, but this time it was being used improperly. Laird sat with two women sitting on his lap. Just like Oscar.Around Laird, there were still many women and men surrounding him. They seemed to be playing a game and giggling with joy. When Laird saw me, he immediately widened his smile.One thing I couldn't accept was a woman playing with Laird's hair while kissing his neck. I knew that woman well, and I couldn't be mistaken. When she raised her head and turned to look at me
Last Updated : 2024-06-28Winning My Ex-Crush 35: Strip Dance
Fenella’s POVA man's voice echoed from a distance. Over time, people started echoing that voice. They kept shouting the same two words: strip dance.“Strip!” They roared."Do you hear that? They want you to do a strip dance." Laird still looked at me closely with his crooked smile. He put his hands in his pants pockets."If you do a sexy strip dance there and manage to impress me, maybe I'll consider liking you and being your slave for as long as you want," Laird said, raising his chin towards the stage.I smiled back at him crookedly."You don't know anything, Laird. Get ready to worship me and be my slave forever," I said with determination burning in
Last Updated : 2024-06-29
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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
