Enemies to Lovers

CHAPTER 1

𝐸𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑜.

𝗠𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗬

Dreams are fragile. Once, mine was to attend Yale. I'd imagined it since I was a little girl, working tirelessly, earning the top grades, and being the best in my class. But that dream never came true.

And not just that, my life spiraled. My dreams shattered, and I started hating myself, to the point where I even considered ending it all.

● ● ●

I opened my laptop, waiting for an email from Yale. I was nervous, but I knew deep down that I was going to get accepted.

I closed my eyes, inhaling a deep breath before opening them again. My eyes spotted the email from Yale. It said, "Congratulations, you've been accepted..."

Once I read this email, I screamed. I started jumping. It finally happened. I'd been waiting for this for years.

"Mom, Dad, guys! Come quickly! I've got some amazing news!" I yelled, excitement rushing through me.

This is the best day ever.

The door opened, revealing my parents and my sisters. Their faces were worried, but little did they know what was behind my yelling.

"You won't believe it, but I got accepted to Yale!" I hugged them, my smile growing bigger.

I wanted to study fashion and modeling. They exchanged smiles and pulled me into a warm hug.

They looked happy but not as happy as I expected them to be. Sure, they smiled and hugged me, but something was off. They didn't seem thrilled, even though they knew this had been my dream since I was a kid.

I'm not their favorite kid. They've always loved my sisters more in everything, and I can't seem to understand why. I'm also part of this family. I've never had a good relationship with them, except with my grandmother. I truly loved her more than anyone in this world.

They always treated me poorly, but never in front of others. When there were people around, they'd act like I was special to them, but in reality, I never was. I didn't mind. I loved them because they were my family, even if they didn't show me real love.

Everyone left the room, leaving me alone. No one knows that I'm going to live in an apartment with my boyfriend Pablo. We've been together for two or three years. We always video call when I can, which isn't often because if my parents knew I was in a relationship, they'd kill me, and I don't want that.

I've been keeping this secret for so long, and I'll still keep it. It's better that way. I haven't even told my friends. I thought it was best to keep it this way.

I met him at a party once, and since then, we haven't seen each other again. It was a long-distance relationship, and I couldn't wait to finally go see him.

I called him, making sure no one was around. When he answered, I spilled the news.

"Baby, I got accepted! I'm so happy. We finally get to see each other for a long time! Can you believe it?" I smiled just thinking about it.