_Elle

Just when you think you loved the wrong person, you meet the right one who reminds you what love truly is. And just like that, the fairytale begins.

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Lily's life was apparently perfect, she had a good work that kept her occupied for the majority of her time and a husband she deeply and devotedly loved. The women in the city enviously hated her for having the perfect life they all dreamed about. Until the workaholic girl's perfect life image falls apart when her husband leaves her at the altar and confesses he cheated on her, in front of everyone.
After that day, her life doesn't appear so perfect to the women in the city that now laughed behind her back.
The poor Lily never felt more pathetic in her life and she wished the ground would swallow her down for the embarrassment she felt in the second he declared he had seconds thoughts.
The same day, three hours and about four drinks later, Lily was enough dizzy to finally rebel against her (almost) husband's despicable gesture.
She wanted to prove to all the people who called her perfect and who said she would never do something aberrant and crazy by having one night of passion with a mysterious man at the club.
Little did she knew that the man was none other than the richest man in the city.

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Love at First Night

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Two different possibilities, if I decided not to answer it then if it was an important call Cameron could get frustrated and I would feel guilty for not telling him. Second, if it was a private call he would get mad and from what I learned getting to know him in those few months, he wasn't someone who liked when you overcame his boundaries.

I took a long breath, my heart speeded so fastly in my chest, the sound penetrated in my ears and echoed in my mind.

Suddenly the phone's ringing stopped.

Maybe it was faith sticking its hand out for me.

I took a deep breath and came back into my room.

About half an hour later I spotted his silhouette from the crack of the door, he walked to his phone and then into his room, locking the door.

I heard his voice but couldn't figure out what he was saying nor who he was talking to.

Let it burn