"Get the hell out of here!" I yell at my cheater of a boyfriend.

I don't know how he got all that courage to jump through my window after doing all that shit to me.

He was going to marry my cousin and I am pretty sure he knew who she is to me. They both broke my trust together.

"Missed me, Giselle?" he asked with a smirk.

I compelled myself to not think about how much better he looked in that black tee he wore which showcased all of his well-groomed muscles. My gaze locked with his and I instantly regretted ever looking his way. All the emotions I had locked for so long came rushing by and I instantly stumbled back feeling a lot weaker. This is what he does... he makes me weaker every freaking time.

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"Tyler," I whisper as a dark figure surges towards my bed where I lied in my pink tank top and shorts.

He climbs on my bed, trapping me between his strong arms. His mouth ascends to mine as gave me a firm kiss.

"Why are you here?" I ask with a huge grin on my face.

He pressed another firm kiss on my lips pressing his body against mine. "I came to see you."

"If dad finds out, he will kill us."

"When you have a beautiful girlfriend you can't really help it."
I giggle at his compliment and hit his chest playfully.

"I love you," he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my neck.

"I love you too," I sigh. I have a perfect life.

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"Tyler, get out." My voice trembled as his name came out of my mouth after four years. Four years.

I am so weak when it comes to him. I can't feel anything but pain and vulnerability. Nothing could be compared to the amount of pain I had felt when he had left me. He shattered my heart and no one could fix it. My unhealed heart bled until there was nothing left to be saved; only scars.

"Giselle, darling-"

Something snaps inside me when he takes my name with an endearment.

"Don't you dare darling me! Get the hell out of this room or I will shout and call everyone."

He didn't even flinch at my harsh tone instead he stepped closer to me. He was always the stubborn and controlling one.

"Giselle." He came so close to me that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. He brought his hand to my cheek stroking it as his gaze landed on my lips. I gasped and stepped back from him feeling a little dizzy.

Not again. I won't be fooled twice. I have learned my lesson and I won't repeat the mistakes from my past ever again.

"Are you getting out or should I call the cops?" I asked in a calm voice, contrary to the hurricane of emotions inside of me.

"You don't need to I just wanted to see you once. I will come back and I won't let you go this time."
With one last long look, wearing an evil smirk, he jumped out of the window.

What he said forced a bitter laugh out of my lips. He won't let me go. What a joke! Wasn't he the one who left me last time? Now, what does he want from me again? He had taken away every-freaking-thing from me. What does he want, now?

"Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!" I throw myself on the soft bed, compelling myself to sleep, and finally, after hours of torturous memories, I was able to sleep.

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I barely slept last night, waking up earlier than I usually did, I made a coffee for myself and sat on the couch in the living room.

I was rummaging through the completed and pending assignments when I heard a ringing of the doorbell.

I went to open the door as no one else was around. Mom might be busy with her work as she needed to take a day off yesterday and now she has loads of work on her head. Dad is already gone and John-well, John being John will sleeping in his room after the late-night study he did last night which-I bet ended up with him dozing off to sleep on his table at 10 o'clock in the night.

"Giselle."

I look at my traitor of a sister as she gives me a cold glare as she enters the house.

"Where is Aunt Isabella?" she inquires, her eyes searching through the living room.

I grab her arm and forced her to look at me. "You think you could get away with what you did to me?"

She yanked her arm from my grip and narrows her eyes at me. "I didn't do anything wrong, Giselle. I love him and he loves me. Stop obsessing over my fiancee, now. He has moved on and so should you."

"I should move on?! I should move on?! You think that I should move on after whatever he did to me?" I am amazed by her sudden change of attitude. She was never like this. She saw me crying for months over this guy, she knew I hated him, and now she loves him this much that she is hurting me for him.

"And what about the things you did to me?" she asked, and yet again I am left shaken by her tone.

"I didn't do anything to you. I am not like you Daisy. I don't hurt people I love."

Her expressions turned to one of guilt and then again to anger.

"You did hurt me, Giselle. You did hurt me very much."

"I don't understand," I confessed, utterly confused by her assertions.

Is she trying to imply that all this happening with us is my fault? I am hurt beyond belief. My sister thinks that I did all of this on purpose. How can I live with this blame on my head?

"What is happening here?" Mom comes down from her room.

"Giselle is being stubborn as usual." My eyes snapped back to my sister-correction-a stranger. The person in front of me wasn't the sister I had known for years, she is a stranger now.

I am not stubborn. I hardly ever argue with elders nor do I throw any tantrums. It is a rare case if I ever looked someone older than me in eyes. I am not the sassy kind of girl, neither am I stubborn. I am a quiet girl with average looks who rarely would mingle with anyone.

"Giselle, you already spoiled your sister's wedding, don't do any more damages you come to regret afterward. And about your horrible relationship with her fiance, you should forget about it. Try not to be jealous of your sister. What occurred in the past, keep it in the past."

Forget about it? As if I can. Everyone tells me to move on but how can I move on? How can I move when these memories keep on rushing like this? How can I move on knowing that the person who once claimed to love me forever is going to marry someone else? Everyone expects me to keep moving on with my life like nothing ever happened, no one knows how it affected me and how badly it affected me. I can't just forget it. It is impossible.

"Mom, how can you -"

"Giselle," Mom warns, and her eyes flash with anger. I lower my gaze to the floor. She will never understand even when she knows it all.

"What brought you here, dear?"

Typically mom. Nice to others' children but treats her own children like they were picked out of the gutter.

"Tyler is gone. He ran away because of her," She said, pointing a finger at me and started crying.

Is someone cutting the onions? Why this rainfall all of a sudden?

"How am I responsible for his actions?" I ask baffled at her accusation. Sure he came to my room last night but that doesn't symbolize my involvement in his escape.

"Honestly, Giselle, I should have never allowed you to attend our wedding."

"Then why did you?" I say, my own patience running out as those words slide off her tongue.

"Stop it, Giselle. Look at your sister. How can you speak to her like this, when you know her condition is miserable?" Mom chides, comforting Daisy with a hug.

I wish she comforted me the same way. I was in pain as well but, unfortunately, no one could see my pain. No one could understand how miserable I am, not even my own mum.

"What do you want me to do?" I ask on the verge of losing myself as I look at my sister. It hurts to know that the man I once fell in love with is now my sister's love; it hurts, even more, to watch my sister go through the same sorrow I had felt the day he abandoned me. My sister is in the same position I was, years ago. There is just one difference; there was no one to support me or comfort me as she does.

She lifts her face off my mother's chest and looks at me with sorrow-filled eyes which pains my heart further.

"Dad is trying to find him. He says that Tyler might be hiding because of the rumors of you and Jackson being together. He doesn't want to be in the spotlight, since it happened at our wedding. There's just one thing that can stop the paparazzi from nagging us."

"And what is that?" I ask a little anxious about her answer. I swear, I'll do anything to make my sister happy. Even if it meant me hiding from the world forever.

"You need to pretend as Jackson's girlfriend."

Oh no, not this. I won't do it no, no, no. A big no. Ever since Tyler broke up with me, I had sworn to never have a boyfriend again and his elder brother is not the person I would ever choose as my boyfriend. I was in total disagreement with this idea but one look at Daisy and everything shattered. Every single cell inside me begged me to comfort my sister and I started to feel guilty.

I let out an exasperated sigh as I agreed to something, I never wanted to approve of.

"Okay."

She looks surprised to hear me but a small smile took its place quickly.

"Great, pack your bags," she squealed, jumping at me as she dragged me to my room; all the sadness was gone from her face replaced by a bright smile.

"You did not just emotionally blackmailed me into this."

She kissed my cheek and winked at me.

"Bitch," I muttered under my breath.

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"I don't want you to go."

"I don't want to go."

"I will miss you, Issy," my little brother murmurs as he hugs me tightly to his chest.

"I will miss you too, Johnny," I mutter, burying my face in his neck. Yes, I will miss him and no I am not exaggerating the extent of unhappiness being separated from my brother and the only person who comforted me in the worst situation.

He makes me laugh when I am on the verge of crying. My secret keeper, my anchor, my best friend, the only boy who truly loves me and I know will love me forever; my little brother.

We have been inseparable since the day he was born and according to Daisy now I had to stay with Jackson until he completely forgives me.

“Okay, come on you two. Stop with the family drama,” Daisy interrupts, pulling me away from John.

“Drama is something you did fifteen minutes ago when you manipulated me into doing this.”

She ignores my comment and walks us out of the house.

“Get into the car and don't return unless Mr. Kremer forgives you,” Mom said pointing at a black car that looked totally out of place in our street.

How do you expect a person to forgive your daughter when you are literally shoving her to his face?

A man wearing black attire, probably a bodyguard opened the door for me and I slid inside the car wasting no time.

“Hi there, Miss Feisty.” I reluctantly turn my face to look at the person who acknowledged me in a not so decent manner.

He wore a smirk that I am very familiar with and which made me equally disgusted and interested in him.

“Good morning, Mr. Kremer,” I reply, controlling myself from calling him Mr. Moron instead, reminding myself that I am here to gain an apology and not to insult him.

His expressions turn to one of disapproval as he says, “I was expecting something else from you, Miss Feisty.”

“If you expect me to call you names then I am sorry to disappoint you but I can't keep up with your expectations,
Mr. Kremer.”

“Okay, but if you want to gain my apology then you need to cut out the formalities.”

I take a moment to think over his words. He is right. If I want him to forgive me I need to get close to him and I also need to do what pleases him.

“Giselle Rose,” I offer my hand for a handshake. He stares at it and frowns.

“I don't like your name,” he says.

Ouch?!

“What?” I stammered, baffled by his bluntness.

“What is your middle name?”

Isn't this going a little too fast?

“Isabella. Giselle Isabella Rose.” I let out, hesitantly.

He smiles in appreciation and repeats the name then nods in approval.

“I like Isabella but I will call you Bella. It suits you. Now I can say ‘a beautiful name for a beautiful girl’.”

I don't know whether to feel insulted that he didn't like my name or to blush at his compliment.

I didn't realize where we were going until the car suddenly comes to a halt in front of a house.

“Is this your house?” I ask as I look at a really huge place which surely couldn't be called a house.

“Nope."

I give him a questioning look waiting for him to explain and he finally does. “It's my girlfriend's—who is now my ex-girlfriend. It's her place.”

His answer makes me even more confused. “And why are we here?”

“To apologize.”

Okay...?

“For?” I inquire.

“The paparazzi made her think that I am having a secret affair and also that I cheated on her and my father refuses to reveal the real situation to anyone outside the family so I need to break up with her.”

“Okay, then go ahead,” I allow.

He smirks at me and takes a strand of my hair between his fingers. “Bella...”

He leans closer and whispers, “It's not me who is going to talk to her. It's you.”

You gotta be kidding me.

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