Brewing Love And Lies
The final ingredient to finding true love is one teaspoon of lies. **** On her 18th birthday, Elspeth's world was shattered after a one-night stand left her pregnant. The child's father, Alan, betrayed her by revealing his alliance with her scheming half-sister, Heather, who aimed to steal Elspeth's position as heiress. To protect their family’s reputation, her parents sent her away in disgrace. Years later, Elspeth returns, determined to reclaim her place and exact revenge on those who wronged her. But her family’s pressure to marry complicates things. Desperate to dodge a blind date, she impulsively kisses Castiel Stepanov, her daughter's teacher, using him as a convenient escape. When a key investor insists on meeting her husband, Elspeth sees an opportunity and proposes a fake marriage to Castiel. Castiel, a powerful Russian business mogul and part-time elementary teacher, has his own hidden agenda. Traumatized by witnessing the murder of his family, Castiel’s life has been driven by the desire for revenge. Unbeknownst to Elspeth, her father is responsible for the tragedy that destroyed his family. Eager to destroy Elspeth's life, Castiel agrees to the sham marriage, intent on ruining her and her father. As their fake marriage progresses, hidden truths and deep-seated wounds begin to surface. Can Elspeth balance her desire for vengeance with her need to protect her heart, her daughter, and her empire? And will Castiel follow through with his plan for revenge, or will love and the weight of the past consume them both? _______ TROPES: One night stand. Pregnancy. Contract/Fake Marriage. Win her back. Betrayal x Revenge Family. First person (dual perspectives) ______ IG: @ebynamani TT: @eby.namani
MEDLENNO(slowly)
Song Rec'd: Youngblood — Five Seconds To Summer (the lyrics reminded me of this scene lol)
Where's My Love? — SYML
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I feel his hands on my waist, and hell, I've missed this. I've missed him—his touch, the warmth of his lips, and his scent.
I feel my blood drain for a moment when he doesn't kiss me back but instead pushes me away gently. I pull away immediately and glance at him. He says nothing but pulls me into a hug, whispering in my ear, "We need to talk."
I nod, and he starts packing his bag. Does he no longer want me? Didn't I push him away and ask him to stay distant? What if I didn't want that anymore? What if I wanted him close and craved more? I have taken him for granted so many times; not even Alan made me feel the way he does, or did half of the things he's done for me. Not just for Reese, but for the time he's invested in our marriage—even if it's fake.