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Falling for my Enemy’s Brother

"Look at me," he said, voice barely above a whisper, like he wasn't just asking her to see him—but to choose him. She did. And oh God. The moment her eyes met his, it was like the floor tilted. His gaze wasn't cold anymore. It wasn't guarded or teasing. It was raw. Fierce. Wrecking. Like he saw through every layer she'd tried to hide. She swallowed hard. Her legs trembled. Her heart betrayed her, pounding so hard against her ribs it seemed like it wanted to break free. Why did his eyes soften like that, as if she was delicate glass, and he'd do anything to keep her from shattering? She swore she was going to melt right there. And he didn't even kiss her. Didn't have to. That one look—his fingers brushing against her skin like he owned the right, it was more than any kiss she'd ever had. More dangerous. More intoxicating. Her lips parted, maybe to speak, maybe to breathe, but nothing came out. Nothing could. The tension between them tightened—thick, electric, blinding. If he moved even an inch, it would be over. But he didn't. And that restraint? That maddening, infuriating, goddamn beautiful control made her want him even more. "Let me handle this," he whispered. "You don't have to trust Conor. Just trust me." Her eyes dropped to his lips. They were so close now she could feel the whisper of his breath. Her heart pounded harder, like it wanted to escape. "Please stop doing that," she murmured. For a fleeting second, nothing moved, then he dropped his hand. His brows drew together. "Doing what?" "Touching me," she whispered. "Especially when you're trying to make a point. You did it in the restroom too." "Why do you think I'm doing that?" he asked, voice husky now, softer. Synopsis: At an elite college, falling for the rich, cold son of a bi-llionaire wasn’t part of the plan, especially when his brother is tied to her mother’s mysterious death. But from the moment Merlina steps onto campus, the chemistry is undeniable. He’s detached, arrogant, and everything she should stay away from. Yet no matter how hard she tries, she can’t ignore the pull. She’s here for a degree, but her real mission is uncovering the secrets of her mother’s past at this very school. As sparks fly between her and the guy she should keep her distance from, she’s torn between two things: exposing the truth and protecting her heart from falling for him. The deeper she digs, the more dangerous things get. Anonymous threats, dark secrets, and a guy who’s starting to think her obsession with the past could ruin everything. When the truth finally breaks free, it threatens everything she’s worked for—the truth, her heart, and the fragile bond she shares with him. With everything at risk, she must choose: expose the truth, or hold on to the one person who makes her feel truly alive.
teanuh · 18.3k Views

Second Chance With You

Grief leaves no room for instructions. It comes, uninvited, and settles like fog—thick, persistent, and blinding. For Daniel Lewis, CEO of a billion-Leones tech empire and head of one of the country’s most influential families, the world never stopped moving after his wife’s death, but his did. He buried the pain beneath polished suits and endless meetings, pouring all that was left of him into the only person that still tied him to her, their daughter, Betty. Betty was once a bright, talkative girl with a laugh that could melt a room. But the accident that claimed her mother’s life also stole her voice. Five years later, she hadn’t spoken a single word. Specialist after specialist had failed to reach her, and her silence became a fortress no one could breach. Until Esther walked in. She wasn’t a licensed expert. Not yet. Just a 21-year-old child psychology student with soft eyes, a quiet determination, and a heart bigger than her experience. Hired as a live-in governess and emotional support tutor, Esther’s job was simple: help Betty speak again, help her live again. But no one warned her that in healing the child, she might touch the man as well. Daniel didn’t expect to feel anything. Not for a woman so much younger. Not for anyone ever again. And yet, in the quiet moments, between shared books, unspoken smiles, and late-night tea in the garden, something began to bloom, tender, impossible, real. This is a story about healing. About love rediscovered. About a man haunted by his past. A girl chasing her dreams. And a child who, through them, finds her voice again. Sometimes, the second time around… love writes a better ending.
MisMuoka · 11.4k Views

SCORELINE

"The worst manager of our generation." - Orion Newsletter. "Where did it all go wrong for Sczerny?" - Saint John's Pen. "One of the worst falls from grace ever." - Hamilton Vice. "Doubt he could win even if he coached an all-star team." - USA Times. The headlines didn't lie. Paul Sczerny had once been a top coach, leading Norwich to victory after victory at the highest level of football. Then, suddenly, everything collapsed. His team, comfortably sitting at fourth place, plummeted eighteen spots into the relegation zone. He was sacked. But his reputation still carried weight, earning him another shot in the Sky Bet Championship. It didn't matter. Sczerny failed again, this time relegating Luton, the very team he had been trusted to save. Sacked once more. Desperate, he took every opportunity that came his way, hoping to turn things around. But nothing worked. He lost match after match, defeat piling upon defeat. Eighty consecutive losses. He tried everything from switching formations to signing new players but the results never changed. He couldn't win. He couldn't even climb a single spot in the standings. His fall was staggering. From managing in the Premier League to the depths of the Vanarama National League. Now, he found himself at Halles Sieger, a struggling German club, demoted after four disastrous seasons. This was it. His last chance. If he failed here, no club would touch him again. But Sczerny was determined. He didn't care how long it took, he would win. He had to. Because everyone knew the truth: if he failed this time, he was finished. [All characters, events, and situations depicted in this work are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, or to actual events, is purely coincidental.]
Jeffery_XXVI · 9.7k Views