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Love My Way

Chapter 5 game over

Word Count: 854    |    Released on: 18/05/2025

rse we're not here to fight. I just heard you're amazing at badminton, so I came especially to see you. Isn't the company holding a sports competition soon? I'm s

ic, slowly let her guard down as she took in Bl

ummer's foot this morning, and I thought she was holdi

ight. I've heard of Sister Sierra for a while-how beautiful and gracefu

the ground, but flatte

r urgently, "Blair, why are

rance. **Now wasn't the era of hair-pulling and

rra sighed, "but seeing how eager you are

chin lifted high, arms crossed arrogantly over

Sierra, how about we play a quick round? Then

ied with a maliciou

npredictable shots, making them difficult to return. Blair chased one

ay?" Sierra asked

air responded

ey were supposed to be getting revenge, so why

apparent exhaustion. Sierra smiled smugly. "Still want t

smile. "Of course I want to learn. Let

e birdie, weighi

ion, holding the racket l

lair s

d, clearly trying to end things. But Blair met the ball with precision, her ret

ket with practiced ease. Meanwhile, Sierra was suddenly the one sprin

over her own feet and hit the ground hard-limbs flaili

h-

activity center. Several employees tu

, looked over with a smile, and said lig

She quickly followed Blair, bare

ge her. But now? Blair's popularity skyrocketed. For an entire week, people she barely knew were

orksite inspection when his assistant called

rous roar of **Richard Graham**, "You unfilial boy! Do you still think of me as your fathe

t me to abandon my work crew and ru

ade of red. "You ungrateful brat!

image. Let's not confuse the two,"

d. "I warned you about c

m not marrying a woman like the one you p

the desk. "You will do wha

king on his father's. "By not

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“She didn't mean to knock the mayor to the ground, let alone shove a fistful of coins into his chest and vanish into the night. But that's exactly what Blair Walker did after one too many tequila shots at her cousin's wedding. Three accidental meetings later, she found herself waking up next to him. Again. And then she married him. By accident. Graham Marcus-yes, the sharp-jawed, no-nonsense mayor of Crestwood Falls-wasn't exactly her idea of a dream husband. Arrogant. Infuriatingly calm. And way too good at twisting her words. Their second night together proved that their chemistry was both a blessing... and a ticking time bomb. On their wedding night, a stray kick to his most sensitive region marked the beginning of a cold war that would span their entire marriage. He called it payback. She called it unfair. He kept score. She fought back. Their life became a chessboard-passion-fueled fights, sarcastic flirtations, and retaliation disguised as affection. And still, somehow, she couldn't stay away from him. Then came that fateful Monday morning at the office. A curious colleague asked, "Blair, who is he to you?" Caught off-guard and panicking, she blurted the worst thing possible: "He's my uncle." The silence was deafening. The air crackled with tension. That night, Marcus's voice was velvet and venom as he shut the bedroom door. "Oh? I'm your uncle now? Funny... because your 'uncle' knows exactly how you sound when you're begging for more." She slept on the sofa. Again. This man was impossible. But deep down, Blair knew something had changed. He was no longer just a mistake or an enemy with a wedding ring. He was a storm-and she had walked straight into the eye of it. And somewhere between the war and the wine, between every argument and every stolen look... She realized she might not make it out of this marriage with her heart intact.”