Prologue

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PROLOGUE

"Bughead, can I let him court me?" Bella asked him. She looked like a puppy waiting to be patted.

"Just try it," he said.

"But—"

"I said no!" he replied firmly, his jaw tightening as he turned to her. "He's not right for you, Bella."

"Then who is he right for?!" she retorted.

He smirked and took the cake his sister was holding. It was from her supposed suitor, who had it delivered to their house.

He then stormed out of his sister's room and went to his own to eat the cake. Once in his room, he devoured the cake alone.

Well... it tastes good.

It really does, especially since it was meant for his sister.

Natan Dela Cruz, huh? You don't deserve my sister.

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