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𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕿𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍

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𝕮𝖗𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕿𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍

002 : 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋

          "I have something to tell you." You froze on your spot, palms sweating, not ready for what's going to escape your mother's mouth. But before she could say anything, a knock erupted and stole both of their attention.

          Your mother opened the door to be greeted by a tall guy, wearing a black suit, and hair neatly gelled. Not like your dad who's a drunk asshole.


(I know that's a bit much, I'm sorry. Your dads are amazing, well some dads.)

          “Hello honey, please come inside. Did you bring the boys too?” Your mother spoke as she hugged the guy.

          “Yes hon, they're just getting something out of the car.” Smiling at your mother before turning to you.

          You felt your anxiety rush to your hands as they started to sweat. Why is he looking at me?

          “Oh yeah, right. Hon, this is Y/n, my daughter. Y/n, this is Samuel Ryker, my...” Your mother hesitated and looked at the tall guy.

          “Her fiance,” As Samuel smiled at you, your body froze. Again. Looking at your mother with wide eyes you suddenly held her hands and said.

          “Mom? Can I, talk to you for a minute.” Pulling her from the guy's grasp to your room.

          “Mom, why didn't you tell me!?” You whispered shout, looking at your mom.

          “I was about to but—”

          “Mom, that's not an excuse. I know you were hiding something from me but you could've just told me you're having a fiance. Mom, I thought we already talked about this. No hiding secrets.”

          “I was just—I thought you'll get mad at me. After what happened, I was thinking of hiding it from you and telling you sooner or later.” She said as tears were threatening to fall from her eyes.

          “When is the wedding?” Sighing, understanding your mom's decision.

          “Two weeks from now.” Smiling sheepishly at you as you rubbed your temples.

          “Ok Mom just, don't let the last time happen again.” Sighing in defeat, your mother hugged you before you guys made your way to the living room.

          Following your mom's direction, you saw two—no, three other tall guys sitting on the couch with paper bags that I can't even count.

          “Ok, so who wants to eat first before we start with the introduction?” Your mother cheered and all the guests started to sit on the dinner table. You mother's fiance positioned in the middle like a father would, your mother sitting on his right, you sitting beside your mother opposite with two of his sons, and the one positioned at the other end of the table.

          The dinner was silent, awkwardly silent. No one dared to speak. Only the clinking of the eating utensils echoed throughout the atmosphere.

          “So, Y/n. I know this is quite a surprise to you, but me and your mom are, getting married. By the time we get married, you both will be living with us.” Samuel smiled at you and your mother as they held hands.

          As much as you don't want this 'having a new family' thing, but after seeing your mother happy made you look so selfish.

          She's happy, I need to be happy for her too. The thought made you sigh.

          “Dear, are you ok?” You mother asked.

          “Um, yeah. I'm fine. It's just, I've been thinking of school lately.” You smiled.

          Throughout the dinner, you felt like there are so many eyes are observing your every movement, but you just let that slip out of your mind as you thought it was only in your head.

          You all are now in the living room just talking about some of the wedding preparations and some talks.

          “So Y/n, these are my sons.” Samuel gestured to the other three to introduce themselves.

          “The name's Marshall, you probably know our last names by now.” A brown eyed boy, with long pink hair smirked as he said the last part of his sentence. You also noticed a small tongue piercing when he spoke.

          “My name is Mateo, the third oldest.” A suited black haired boy said coldly, not looking in your direction. His eyes were deep blue, probably from the way his eyes were so ice cold.

          “And I'm Marco, the youngest. And you must be. Y/n,”

         

         

          

          “Our new, Sister.”

          • ANOTHER CHAPTER!!!

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          • ANOTHER CHAPTER!!!

          • IKRR IT'S SO SHORT BUT YEAHHH

          • ONLY 9 DAYS LEFT BEFORE CHRISTMAS!!! ACKKKK CANT WAITTTT. ADVANCE MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVESS<3

 ADVANCE MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVESS<3

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