Zamyrah has never believed in fairy-tale endings, and Dayvon has never been the type to follow rules. But when their families force them into an arrangement neither asked for, they're left with no choice but to play the part of the perfect couple-or risk everything their loved ones have built. From staged interviews and handholding under flashing cameras to living under the same roof, their lives become a performance for the world. But behind closed doors, sparks fly-sharp words, stolen glances, and touches that feel too real to be fake. Zamyrah is determined to keep her guard up, convinced Dayvon's smirk is nothing more than trouble in disguise. Dayvon, on the other hand, is sure he can break down every wall she's built. What starts as a contract soon turns into something neither of them can control. Because somewhere between pretending and resisting, their hearts stop following the script. publish on- september 29,2025 Finish on-

"So let it go for me." 11/9/2021-11/17/2021

Love is the one memory that one could never, ever, forget; because even if one has lost its mind, the feeling of love will always remains in the heart; curing every emotion to ever be felt. The antidote to it all.

In which he was her best friend before everything happened. "I know you love skittles. So I specifically didn't bring them."

𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨? 𝐀𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝗞𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗲 𝗞𝘆𝘀𝗮𝘂𝗻 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝘁𝘁, 𝗮 𝟮𝟴 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗼. 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙢𝙪𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙, 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙆𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝘼𝙩𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙝 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣, 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙. 𝙈𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙤'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙪𝙚? 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧? 𝙊𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧.

"I'll play you." Kross challenged with a serious expression on his face, smoothly twirling the basketball on his pointer finger. "For what?" Amiko sighed heavily, a bored look on her face, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭."

"I know ma. Stop fronting. Tell me you miss me." He kissed her in between his words, in love with the way her brown eyes dazed. "I miss you. And your mouth tastes like pickles." She spoke softly, a smile taking over her face once he laughed. "You wanna taste it again?" He stuck his tongue out at her, and she closed her eyes after sucking it into her mouth. She cradled the side of his face, rubbing over his prominent jawline as the kiss deepened. Dayvon's hands went underneath her tank top, breaking the kiss for a moment to get it off. The way he rubbed on her body made her moan again, missing the feeling of his hands on her skin. He hadn't touched her intimately in so long. She'd missed him.

𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫