She only wanted a chance at love. She never expected that the one man who truly saw her, challenged her and lifted her higher would be the person she was never meant to meet. Twenty-four-year-old Janyia Hefling enters Peryn City's most competitive career program hoping to escape the weight of being the eldest of six, the expectations of her quietly struggling family, and the constant pressure to prove she's more than her circumstances. She wasn't expecting him. Eric Dusine-calm, brilliant, effortlessly playful, a tech CEO who neither looks nor acts the part. A man who notices things he shouldn't: her humor, her fire, her ambition... her. Their connection is instant. Their chemistry is sharp enough to cut. But neither of them knows the secret powerful enough to unravel everything they're building-before it even begins. When a long-buried truth surfaces, it doesn't just endanger their growing bond, it shakes the foundation of who they believe they are. Heartbreaking yet meaningful. Emotional with threads of humor. Intense enough to ache. This is the story of two souls drawn together by fate only to discover that fate came with a warning label.
I wake up to my phone vibrating like it's angry at me.
Not my alarm. A call.
I grab it off the nightstand without looking, heart already beating too fast.
"Hello?"
"You're listed as an emergency contact."
That snaps me fully awake.
"For who?" I ask, already sitting up.
There's yelling in the background on their end. A child crying. Paper shuffling.
"For your brother," the woman says. "There's been an incident at his school."
My stomach drops.
"What kind of incident?"
"He got into a fight. Another student is injured. We need a guardian here immediately."
I swing my legs off the bed. "I'm not his guardian."
"You're the first adult who answered."
Of course I am.
"What happened?" I press.
She hesitates. That's never good.
"He says the other boy wouldn't stop calling you names."
I close my eyes.
"I'll be there," I say, already pulling on sweatpants. "Give me ten minutes."
"We're starting paperwork now."
The call ends.
I stand there for exactly one second, phone still pressed to my ear, brain already calculating damage. Physical. Academic. Financial. Emotional.
Then my alarm finally goes off.
6:03 a.m.
"Perfect," I mutter.
I yank my door open and step straight into noise.
Two of my siblings are screaming at each other in the hallway. Not arguing. Screaming. One is crying so hard they're hiccuping. Someone slams a door. Someone else yells my name like it's a life raft.
"STOP."
My voice cuts through everything. Not loud. Sharp.
They freeze.
"What happened," I say, already moving, already annoyed at myself for how automatic this is.
"He broke my charger!"
"You threw my shoes!"
"She won't stop touching my stuff!"
I hold up a hand. "I don't care."
That earns gasps.
"I care," I continue, "about why the school just called me at six in the morning."
Silence.
All eyes swing to my brother.
He crosses his arms. Defensive. Stubborn. Too much like me.
"What did you do," I ask.
"He started it."
"By doing what."
He shrugs. "Talking."
I stare at him. "Try again."
He looks away. "He said you think you're better than everyone. Said you're gonna fail and come crying back."
My jaw tightens.
"And you decided violence was the solution."
"He shoved me first."
I don't yell. I don't lecture.
I just nod once and say, "Get dressed. We're leaving."
My mom appears in the doorway, already stressed. "Leaving where?"
"School," I say. "There's been a fight."
Her face changes immediately. "I can go-"
"You can't," I cut in, grabbing my hoodie. "You have work. I'll handle it."
She opens her mouth to argue.
I'm already moving.
My phone buzzes again. This time it's a calendar notification that feels like a threat.
APEX ORIENTATION - 8:00 AM
The room tilts slightly.
I stare at the screen.
Not today.
Not like this.
My brother watches me, guilt finally creeping in. "Are you mad?"
I shove my feet into sneakers. "I don't have time to be mad."
"That's worse," he says quietly.
He's right.
I grab my keys and my bag in one motion. Charger. Folder. Badge. I don't even check - I just pray.
As I reach the door, my phone buzzes again.
Unknown number.
I answer without stopping.
"Hello?"
A man's voice comes through. Calm. Unrushed.
"Janyia Hefling," he says. Not a question. "You were supposed to confirm your attendance yesterday."
My chest tightens.
"I'm on my way," I say. "There's been a family emergency."
A pause. Measured. Judging.
"That won't be noted kindly," he says.
"I understand."
"Do you?" he asks lightly.
I stop walking.
"Yes," I say. "Because I'm still coming."
Another pause.
Then, amused: "Good. We'll see if that confidence survives the day."
The call ends.
I stand there, house loud behind me, consequences waiting in two different directions.
I open the door anyway.
The car door slams harder than it needs to.
My brother sits in the passenger seat, knee bouncing, jaw tight like he's chewing on regret and refusing to swallow. His backpack is on the floor instead of his lap, straps tangled around his shoes. I don't tell him to fix it. I don't have the patience.
I pull away from the curb and immediately hit traffic.
Of course.
The dashboard clock flips to 6:17 like it's proud of itself.
I grip the steering wheel harder.
"Why'd you do it," I ask, eyes forward.
He doesn't answer.
"I didn't ask to hear your breathing," I say. "I asked why."
"He wouldn't shut up," he mutters.
"That's life," I reply. "People talk. You don't get to hit them for it."
"He said you think you're better than everybody."
I glance at him. "Do you think that's true?"
He hesitates. "No."
"Then why does his opinion matter?"
"He laughed when I told him you got into that program."
Something sharp twists in my chest.
"He said people like us don't last in places like that," he adds quietly.
There it is.
I pull up to a red light and finally look at him fully. He's thirteen and already carrying too much perception. Too much anger for someone his size.
"Listen to me," I say. "You don't protect me by throwing punches. You protect yourself by outgrowing people like that."
He scoffs. "Easy for you to say."
"Nothing about this is easy," I snap. Then I breathe. "But it's necessary."
The light turns green. I accelerate too fast and then force myself to slow.
My phone buzzes again in the cup holder.
Bella: where are you. don't lie.
I don't answer.
The school comes into view faster than I want it to. Brick building. Too many windows. Too many adults who are about to look at me like I failed a test I didn't know I was taking.
I pull into the parking lot and park crooked.
"Stay here," I tell him.
"They said I have to come in."
"I'll decide that," I reply, already unbuckling.
He grabs my sleeve. "Janyia."
I pause.
"I didn't mean to mess anything up for you," he says, eyes finally meeting mine.
I soften. Just a little. "I know."
I step out of the car and walk toward the entrance, every step dragging the reality closer.
Inside, the air smells like disinfectant and authority. The secretary looks up like she's been expecting me.
"Are you-"
"Yes," I say. "I'm here."
She gestures toward a door down the hall. "They're waiting."
Of course they are.
Forbidden Stranger
Joan Ereme
Romance
Chapter 1 WEIGHT OF THE FIRST BORN
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Chapter 2 THE PRICE OF SHOWING UP
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Chapter 3 THE MAN WITH THE VOICE
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Chapter 4 BELLA DOESN'T MISS THINGS
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Chapter 5 COFFEES AND CONSEQUENCES
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Chapter 6 THINGS I CAN'T LEAVE BEHIND
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Chapter 7 WALKING INTO THE LION'S DEN
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Chapter 8 MUTUAL RESTRAINT
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Chapter 9 GHOSTS DON'T ASK FOR PERMISSION
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Chapter 10 WITNESSES
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Chapter 11 EYES EVERYWHERE
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