All Chapters of Falling for my high school crush: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

BRITTNEY It had been three years since I married Tony Moore. Three years of wearing the title “wife” like a badge of honor, though it bought me nothing but heartaches. I was little more than a ghost in his life, a maid in his house, and yet my love for him stubbornly lingered. Life had been unfair, cruel even, reducing my heart’s deepest desire to a quiet ache. I cried myself to sleep most nights, clutching the hope that maybe— just maybe—he would look at me the same way I had always looked at him. With love. With desire. But the only warmth Tony ever gave me was the occasional, half-hearted “thanks” for the meals I prepared or rooms I cleaned. Our marriage wasn’t built on love—it was built on circumstance. Three years ago, Tony was at the center of a scandal that threatened to destroy his company. He needed a wife to salvage his image, someone responsible and devoted. And I, hopelessly in love with him, volunteered without hesitation. I had believed, foolishly, that this ar

Brittney Brittney’s pov “I’m being honest,” I said, meeting his gaze. “Something this family seems to be having a hard time with!” “You’re overreacting,” he snapped. “This isn’t the time or place for this.” “Why not?” I shot back, my voice trembling. “This family has never had a problem tearing me apart in public. So why can’t I speak my truth?” Lorraine cleared her throat, giving me a pointed disappointed look. “Dear, I don’t think this is the appropriate time to….” “No!” I interrupted, turning my attention back to Tony. My heart was beating faster than it should but I refused to stop. “I’ve spent three years giving everything I have to this marriage. Three years trying to prove myself to you, to your family, to everyone. And for what? To sit here and be humiliated while you say nothing?" “Brittney, that’s enough,” Tony growled, his voice low and threatening. “It’s not enough!” I said, my voice rising. “Do you want to know what I texted you last night, Tony? I told you

BrittneyI stood in front of a massive company, aurora designs. This job was my last hope after countless rejections, and I couldn’t afford to mess it up. My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted my bag. I squared my shoulders, forcing myself to take steady breaths before stepping inside. The lobby was breathtaking, polished marble floors, enormous chandelier and gleaming steel accents that screamed sophistication. The company was a hive of activity, workers bustled about with purpose. I approached the front desk, where a poised receptionist approached me with a polished smile. “Good morning, welcome to aurora designs, how can I help you?”“I’m here to meet Mr. Hayes, from HR,” I said, hoping I sounded more confident that I felt. She nodded and directed me to the elevators. “Take it to the twelfth floor, his office is on the left.” I thanked her and stepped into the elevator. This was it, the opportunity to prove that I could stand on my own, away from the shadows of Tony and hi

Jordan’s pov. The day I returned to New York, everything felt…. different. Aurora’s design, my empire named after my mom, stood tall amidst the steel and glass jungle of the city, a monument to years of sacrifice and ambition. But walking back into its walls after months overseas, something shifted. It wasn’t just the familiar scent of polished wood and designer cologne in the air, or the sight of the busy employees passing through the open spaces. It was the quite realization that I was no longer the same man who’d left months ago. I was here to now settle the pieces. The expansion into Europe was critical, but it wasn’t the design or the market that kept my thoughts occupied. “Welcome back, Mr. Carter.”Hayes, my HR lead, approached with his usual polished order. I nodded, aknowledging his presence as we walked towards my office. “Things have been running smoothly in your absence,” Hayes began, his voice professional. “Though, I’d love to bring your attention to a few matters.

Jordan’s POV Nate and I were still talking about Brittney when Phoebe walked up to us, arms crossed, a knowing look on her face. “Mom wants to speak with you,” she said. I exhaled through my nose. “Tell her we’ll be there in two minutes.” Phoebe rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. She turned and walked back inside, leaving me with Nate. Nate smirked at me. “You’re way too tense man.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re still staring.” “Because I know you,” he said, shaking his head. “And I know when you’re trying to act like something—or someone— doesn’t matter.” I didn’t take the bait. Instead, I shoved his shoulder lightly. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.” We walked inside, heading towards mom’s room. She was waiting on the edge of her bed, reading glasses perched low on her nose as she scanned a thick stack of documents. A faint trace of her signature perfume—jasmine and something sharp underneath— lingered in the air. She barely glanced up as I entered. “Jordan.