Engfa and Charlotte are best friends, known eachother for years now. They are very close and have never done anything until Charlotte asks Engfa to give her a kiss before she travels out of the country for a work trip.

Charlotte Austin's life was built on a foundation of success: a thriving career, a devoted girlfriend, and a grandmother who was her only remaining family - until she wasn't. When her grandmother's health fades, a forgotten promise resurfaces - one made long before Charlotte could grasp the weight of true commitment. A vow that binds her to the last person Charlotte would ever trust - and the very person she's spent her life avoiding. Engfa Waraha. The self-centered player from Charlotte's past. The tormentor who turned Charlotte's life into a battleground. The feeling was mutual. Charlotte saw Engfa as a superficial ideal - the last person who could ever understand the meaning of loyalty - and Engfa saw Charlotte as nothing more than the fake girl, the embodiment of everything she despised. But fate, it seems, has a way of turning everything upside down. In a single, fateful moment, everything they thought they knew about themselves and their futures shatters. Now bound by a promise neither of them fully understands, they're caught in an unavoidable web of secrets, betrayal, and a connection they can't escape. It all begins with a bitter vow - and neither of them could have anticipated where it would lead. ***** 🚫⚠️This story contains strong language, explicit sexual content, slow-burn romance, and heavy angst. If these themes aren't for you, please proceed with caution or skip this story. Read at your own risk. ☺ This story will not be translated or converted into any other story. I never gave permission for that. This is purely fanfiction, but the plot is original: MINE. However, I do not own the characters or the name.

She was her best friend's little sister. She was supposed to watch out for her, not sleep with her. (converted story, also G!P) [20|10|2023] #1 engfa [22|10|2023] #5 englot

Her best friend, who lives alone and always helps her, allows her to get in her apartment as she wants, anytime. Suddenly, she open a door to a half-naked, stunning stranger in her best friend's apartment and yelled in her face, leaving her perplexed by the beauty in front of her. "She's my stepsister; didn't I tell you that? My mother married her father when I was four and gave birth to her when I was five." "You didn't tell me she's gonna stay with you?!" "I didn't?" And from that moment on, she's questioning her own sexuality. The guessing game is started. Who's gonna win? "But, seriously, my little sister's friend is hot." "That rich, spoiled brat?! You've got to be kidding me."

When hate turns into something more. Would they be able to deny it?