Semua Bab Accidentally Married to my Ex-Boyfriend’s Father : Bab 101 - Bab 110

~EthanThe whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but I barely felt it. My mind was too tangled, too heavy with thoughts that refused to settle. I sat slumped in my chair at the bar, one hand wrapped around my glass, the other drumming against the counter. The dim lighting, the low hum of conversation, and the distant clatter of billiard balls barely registered. My mom’s voice echoed in my head. Call the number. He’ll tell you how to get me out of here. What the hell was I supposed to do? I exhaled sharply and took another sip, barely noticing the three idiots sitting around me. "Yo, Ethan!" I blinked and looked up to see Darren waving a hand in front of my face. His cocky smirk made me want to throw my glass at him. "You good, man?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "You’ve been staring into that drink like it’s about to tell you your future." Beside him, Jordan snickered. "Nah, he’s still crying over Sarah. Poor guy got played like a sack of trash, and

~EthanI sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the crumpled piece of paper in my hand. My fingers hovered over my phone’s keypad, ready to dial the number my mom had slipped to me at the prison. I took a deep breath. I was about to do something insane. Was I really going to break my mother out of prison? I rubbed a hand over my face. I had already talked to my friends about it, and they were in. My mother was desperate. And I… I couldn’t just leave her in there to rot. But still… this was risky as hell. I shook my head. No more thinking. Just do it. I exhaled and pressed the first digit of the number— RING! RING! I flinched as my phone rang in my hand, making me nearly drop it. I glanced at the screen. Dad. I groaned, rolling my eyes. "What does he want now?" I muttered under my breath. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Now, when I’m about to call the guy who’s going to break Mom out, Dad suddenly decides to call? I scoffed. "What, is he trying to distract me now

~NathanielThe church was bathed in soft golden light, the high ceilings echoing with the faint murmurs of guests as they waited. The air smelled of fresh flowers—roses, lilies, and peonies arranged beautifully at every corner. The scent blended with the faint aroma of burning candles, adding a solemn yet romantic touch to the atmosphere. I stood near the altar, dressed in a crisp black suit, watching the guests whisper among themselves. Everyone looked radiant, their faces alight with joy and anticipation. The groomsmen stood tall in their dark blue tuxedos, while the bridesmaids, dressed in soft pink, giggled amongst themselves. Then, the music changed. The doors at the far end of the church swung open, and the entire room turned to look. There she was—Martha. She stepped inside, her white gown flowing like a dream, the delicate lace shimmering under the light. A soft veil cascaded down her back, framing her glowing face. She held a bouquet of white roses, her fingers trem

~Nathaniel Ethan carried the last of our bags inside and set them down near the staircase. Just as I was about to thank him, he suddenly scooped Lily up in his arms, lifting her high into the air. “Little sis!” he said with a grin. “I really missed you.” Lily blinked at him, her mouth slightly open, clearly stunned. “You… missed me?” she asked, as if the idea was completely foreign. Ethan laughed. “Yeah, I did. Don’t sound so surprised.” Lily narrowed her eyes. “You never even acknowledge my presence! All you and your mom ever did was fight my mom!” The room went silent. Ethan tensed. Sophia and I exchanged a quick glance. “Lily,” Sophia said gently, stepping forward, “that’s enough. Go upstairs and unpack your things. I’ll come check in a few minutes.” Lily huffed but obeyed, wiggling out of Ethan’s arms and dashing up the stairs. Ethan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Well… she doesn’t hold back, huh?” Sophia chuckled, shaking her head. “No, she doesn’t. Bu

~SophiaThe conference room buzzed with the sound of papers shuffling and the occasional murmur from my team as I concluded the presentation. The large digital screen behind me displayed the latest statistics on our marketing campaign’s performance, and from the looks on my team’s faces, I could tell they were both intrigued and slightly nervous. "Alright, let’s wrap this up," I said, clasping my hands together. "Based on the numbers, our engagement rates have improved by 15% this quarter, which is fantastic. But we’re still lagging behind in our conversion rates. I need fresh ideas—things that will actually push our customers to commit." Lisa, my lead strategist, adjusted her glasses and raised her hand. "We could revamp our email marketing strategy. Add more personalization, maybe even AI-driven recommendations?" "Good," I nodded. "But we need something even stronger. What’s trending now? What are our competitors doing?" Paul, the social media coordinator, leaned forward. "T