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Two Men, One Choice
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2026-06-08 21:05:00
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Wrong Mrs. Vale Everyone Hates My Fiancée
Lucien’s Pov Nobody speaks. As he car glide through the street of Manhattan, the silence grows heavier with every block. Across from me, Alora keeps her eyes fixed outside. She'll look at anything except the people in this car. She'd stare at buildings, traffic, and pedestrians we've already driven past. She smooths invisible wrinkles from her dress, adjusts the clasp on her purse, and then starts picking at a fingernail. Anything to avoid looking at me. Leyla's scrolls through her phone with intense concentration like we're not in the car. Marcel is the only one who can't tolerate the silence. He looks from one face to another before clearing his throat. "So..." Nothing. Not a single person acknowledges him. He laughs awkwardly. "I know it isn't official yet, but..." Another pause. Then, he looks directly at Alora. "Congratulations on your engagement, Alora." I instantly hear Alora's stomach grumble, her shoulders stiffen. She's tensed. He looks between m
Wrong Mrs. Vale Four People, One Limo
Alora's Pov Tonight is the almighty gala, and Leyla hasn't been home since our blowout yesterday. Her room is exactly how she left it; a hurricane of glitter, makeup, shoes, and clothes scattered everywhere. The only thing missing is her overnight bag. Her phone still goes straight to voicemail. I’ve called. I've texted. Nothing. With a sigh, I toss my phone onto my bed and turn toward the mirror, smoothing down the midnight-blue gown Lucien had sent earlier this afternoon. It's beautiful, stunning even. The silk drapes over my figure perfectly, like it was actually made just for me (Won't be surprised though, Lucien does the most 'out of mind' things for impression). It's easily the most expensive thing I've ever worn. But every time I look at myself, I don't see luxury. I see another chain. Lucien's words in the hospital hallway echo in my head. "Think carefully, Alora... and make up your mind." Damn him. Even though he didn't spell it out, we all know the s
Wrong Mrs. Vale Before Him, It Was Always Us.
Leyla's Pov~Continued...I can't face her so it's easier staring at the blanket. She touches my chin softly, lifting my head. "Hey, look at me," she pleads.When I do, she gives me a small nod. "Talk to me, babes."I swallow, long and hard. "Mr. Vance... he tried..."I see it immediately as she closes her eyes tightly and exhales deeply. She knew. Always knew what kind of man her boss is. "He sexually assaulted me," I blurt out, the words burning my lips. "Out of anger, I might have said something that made him realise that it wasn't you all along. I know I messed up the swap, I just couldn't help it. And that's when he tried to force his way through, saying he could sue us both for criminal impersonation.""What did you do?" Her expression hardens into something scary, she looks ready to kill."I might have hit him with a vase," I mutter my voice trembling. "But that's not the scary part, Alora. Even after he passed out... I kept hitting him. Over and over again. I couldn't stop.
Wrong Mrs. Vale The Cost Of One Good Day
Leyla's Pov The worst part is the waiting. Not for George's trial or the cops. I'm waiting to find out if I ruined all of our lives in 10 seconds flat. I sit alone in the hospital room, staring at the clock mounted above the television. 1:18PM. The seconds tick by, and my stomach twists with every single beat. A nurse walks past the open door, glancing inside for a brief second. I immediately looked away, fixing my eyes on the floor. The police had already taken my statement. Twice even. The paramedics had asked their questions three different times. Yet, every single time footsteps approach the room, my pulse jumps into my throat. I stand and close the door. Then, my gaze drifts down to my hands. They're clean now, but if I close my eye I can still feel the weight of the vase. My phone vibrates. It's Alora, again. I just stare at her name until the screen starts to dim. A few hours ago, she had called me, sounding breathless and relieved, to tell me George was coming home
Wrong Mrs. Vale You Should Call Her
Alora's Pov George looks thinner as the orange jail uniform hangs off him, and the dark circles under his eyes make him look like he hasn't slept in weeks. How can anyone though? My stomach twists. Five days. That's all it took. Five days behind bars, and my little brother already looks like someone I barely recognize. I clasp my hands together under the table to stop them from shaking as our lawyer flips through his notes. Across the room, the prosecutor stands. The judge adjusts her glasses and glances down at the papers in front of her. The entire courtroom falls silent as we wait for the sentence. I stop breathing. PLEASE LORD... JUST THIS ONCE. The judge closes the file. "Having reviewed the evidence before this court, I find that the prosecution has failed to establish sufficient grounds to proceed." Nobody moves or even blinks. She continues. "Therefore, all charges against George Blackwood are dismissed effective immediately." For a second, I genuinely think I
Wrong Mrs. Vale Two Men, One Choice
Alora's PovSleep refuses to come.I stare at the ceiling until the shadows start looking like faces. Then, I check my phone.10:17 PM.I groan. Leyla still isn't home, probably because of our riff earlier on or work. Either way, I just know it's going to be a long night. I throw the blanket aside and sit up.The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rush of traffic outside.Usually, I'd write. Writing always helps.I grab my laptop on the nightstand and open my manuscript.Read the same sentence once, twice. Six times.Nothing.The cursor blinks, waiting in mockery. After ten minutes, I've written exactly four words and deleted all four."Ughhhhh! Forget it," I slam the laptop shut.The problem is'nt writer's block, It's Lucien. Every time I close my eyes, I see him. His office, that contract.I grab a pillow and throw it across the room. It hits the wall, and I feel exactly zero percent better.Maybe fresh air will help. Or caffeine, or even
Wrong Mrs. Vale I Get Things Done
Leyla’s Pov "Hey girl," Mira taps my shoulder. "Heard about your brother. Sorry about that.""Linda and her big mouth," I mutter, slipping off my heels."What?" I force a smile. “Nothing. Thanks but he’ll be out soon.”Mira snorts. “I’d say ‘thoughts and prayers,’ but those don’t usually beat mur
Wrong Mrs. Vale Poor Georgie
Alora's Pov"Chris!" I hiss as my body stiffens under the sharp, blinding spike of agony shooting up my heel. Hopping on one foot and clutching my toes, I glare down at the culprit. It's the jagged, green plastic dinosaur. Of course, it had to be the one toy designed like a medieval weapon.“Fanta
Wrong Mrs. Vale Check!
Alora's Pov Our plan is already in motion by dawn. Unfortunately, so is my anxiety. I get lost twice trying to find Lucien's office. It's not the directions. In fact, Leyla is whispering them into my ear with the patience of a saint through our video call. It's the building. The glass corri
Wrong Mrs. Vale Let Me Marry Him
Alora's Pov I don't let Leyla finish. I just can't. The moment she says Lucien Vale's name, my stomach drops. I grip the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turn white. "No." My voice comes out sharper than I intend. "Alora..." "No." I sit up so fast the blanket tangles around my legs. "You
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