My first crush (COMPLETED)√

Filler chapter

THERE'S A WILL...

The question was simple.

The answer wasn't.

The lawyer adjusted his tie, flipping through a thick stack of legal documents.

"Who are you planning on handing all your properties to, Mr. Scott?"

A pause.

The kind that feels heavier than it should.

Then—

"Sharon."

The pen scratched across paper.

Outside the study door, someone stopped breathing.

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Patricia POV

Sharon.

Not me.

Not his first daughter.

Not the one who stood beside him in business meetings.
Not the one who defended his name.
Not the one who bled for this family.

Her.

My nails dug into my palm as I stood frozen in the hallway.

"She's the responsible one," my father continued. "Patricia would only waste it."

Waste it?

A slow, dangerous smile spread across my lips.

You have no idea what I'm capable of wasting.

The signature was done.

The will was sealed.

And in that exact moment—

A war began.

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Later That Night

"She took everything from me!" I screamed, knocking over the glass in Tyler's apartment. It shattered loudly.

"My happiness. My family. Stephen. And now my father is handing ALL his properties to her?"

Tyler grabbed my shoulders.

"Calm down."

"I will NOT calm down!" I hissed, eyes burning with something darker than anger.

"I won't watch her win again. I won't watch her take everything."

My voice dropped to a whisper.

"I'll destroy her."

And this time...

I had a plan.

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Graduation Day

The air was filled with celebration.

But underneath it?

Tension.

Stephen stood in front of Sharon, eyes desperate.

"Marry me, Sharon. We can leave. Start over. Just you and me."

Her heart pounded.

Her mind screamed.

Her father was barely recovering.
Her sister hated her.
An unplanned baby.
Her world was unstable.

"Stephen... I can't."

Silence.

The kind that suffocates.

His jaw tightened.

"What?"

But she didn't answer.

Not fully.

Not yet.

And the crowd kept cheering — unaware that something between them had just cracked.

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A Few Days Earlier...

"Sharon, we need to talk."

Her father's voice was strained.

"What about, Dad?"

His eyes looked tired. Guilty. Almost afraid.

Before he could respond—

His phone rang.

"I need to take this."

He stepped outside.

Sharon waited alone in the room.

That's when she noticed it.

An envelope.

Half-hidden inside the waste bin.

Why would Dad throw away photos?

Curiosity pulled her in.

She bent down.

Picked it up.

Photographs slid onto the floor.

Her stomach dropped.

Stephen.

Patricia.

Close.

Too close.

One photo looked like a secret.

Another looked like betrayal.

Her hands began to shake.

"Oh my God..."

Footsteps approached.

The door opened.

"Sharon, I can explain—"

Her head snapped up slowly.

Eyes cold.

"So it was you all along."

The room fell silent.

Outside the office window, thunder rolled in the distance.

And somewhere...

Someone was watching.