All Chapters of Traded For His First Love : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Reese POV I could barely feel my own body as I trudged heavily down the condo hallway, heading back to my apartment. The conversation I’d just had with Elliot had really gotten to me—I felt drained, almost breathless, the pressure nearly bringing me to my knees right there in the corridor. I even had to brace myself against the nearest wall. “Please pull yourself together, Venus…” I begged myself, repeating it like a mantra to make my heart remember my cause, to remind my heart of my struggle. I’d chosen to stay away from Elliot because I believed it was the right thing for me, but it was overwhelmingly heavy, and I just didn’t feel strong enough to bear it. It hurt like hell—uncontrollable tears streamed down my face—so I crouched down, trying to gather my strength. “Venus…?” It was Spencer. “My God, are you okay?” He came over, kneeling in front of me and pulling me into a hug, visibly worried. “Did that guy do something to you? Did he hurt you or anything?” I could hear the

Reese POV The party at Nathalie’s was a knockout—the hall shimmered with golden lights hanging like stars, the five-tier cake gleamed like a sculpture in the center, and the clink of glasses and laughter bounced off the marble walls. I was standing near the dance floor, the blue dress Spencer had complimented hugging my body, trying to feel in control, when Nathalie swooped in out of nowhere, her eyes sparkling like the chandeliers above us. She grabbed me in a tight hug, her expensive perfume nearly choking me as she pulled Alice in too. “Venus! Alice! My brilliant girls!” she exclaimed, her voice loud enough to turn a few heads. “Look at this party! It’s all perfect—I’m in love! You two are a dream, you know that?” I laughed, a little awkward under her enthusiasm, and hugged her back. “Glad you liked it, Nathalie. We gave it everything to make it your way.” “Your way?” she shot back, letting us go to step back and fling her arms wide, like she wanted to embrace the whole ro

Reese POV The party at Nathalie’s was still buzzing, the romantic music wrapping around the couples on the dance floor as I spun in Spencer’s arms. Elliot’s heat was still clinging to my skin, like a tattoo I couldn’t erase, but I tried to focus on the moment—Spencer’s steady arm around my waist, the way he led me with precise steps, the scent of whiskey and cologne surrounding me. He was smiling at me, but there was something in his eyes, a shadow I couldn’t ignore. “Venus,” he said suddenly, his voice low so it wouldn’t draw attention from the other couples twirling around us. “I… I got jealous. You with Elliot just now. I didn’t like it.” I blinked, caught off guard, my heart giving a jolt I hadn’t expected. “Spencer, you don’t need to be jealous,” I replied, keeping my tone light as we kept dancing, the blue dress brushing against his legs. “I know you’re my boyfriend. It’s fine.” He pressed his lips together, his gaze dropping to the floor for a second before meeting min

Bethany POV The party at Nathalie’s was pure noise—golden lights bouncing off the marble floor, music filling the hall, laughter and clinking glasses blending into a chaos I usually loved. But there I was, standing near the drink table with a glass of champagne I hadn’t even touched, feeling nothing but a burning anger in my chest. It was because of her. Venus. I was watching her dance with Josh, the two of them spinning on the floor like old pals, laughing and chatting in a way that made me want to smash something. Josh never laughed like that with me. Never. With me, it was always a forced smile, a dry joke he’d toss out just to fill the silence, or worse, that blank stare that said he was only there out of duty. But with Venus? God, he was light, his head thrown back as he cracked up at something she said, his eyes sparkling in a way I hadn’t seen in months—maybe ever. It was natural, effortless, like she had some magic I’d never possess. A lump lodged in my throat, my eyes s

Alice POV The party at Nathalie’s was still in full swing—the hall pulsing with upbeat music, golden lights dancing on the walls, and everyone spinning on the dance floor or laughing in little clusters like the night would never end. But me? I was slumped in a corner, sprawled in an armchair by the window, arms crossed and a scowl plastered on my face like I’d bitten into a sour lemon. Everyone seemed to be having fun except me. Even the champagne, which I’d grabbed to shake off my funk, had lost its appeal—the untouched glass sat on the side table, bubbles rising slowly as I stared into space. My mind wouldn’t let go of Connor, that jerk. His kiss was still stuck in my head, warm and infuriating, followed by that little show of him flirting with the brunette in the green dress like I was just a warm-up. Ugh, it pissed me off. I was so lost in my grumpiness that I didn’t even see him coming until he stopped right in front of me, tall and flashing that crooked smile I wanted to ha