Everything we never said

English version of my official story called "Mentiras a medias".

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Moving to a picture-perfect town. Starting at an elite private school. Wearing an expensive uniform. Having a billionaire stepfather.

And on top of that... the hottest guy at St. Augustine's suddenly desperate to know everything about you.

The perfect life?

Yeah. Right.

Maeve Finnegan never wanted to be noticed. She just wanted to stay invisible, survive the hallways of her new school, and pretend everything was fine. Turns out pretending is what she's best at. And Asher Sinclair is the only one who starts seeing past the half-truths she wears like armor.

Maeve's wounds never bled. But she still learned how to live with them-and how to smile through them.

She'll discover that love doesn't always save you... but sometimes it holds you long enough for you to save yourself.

This isn't a fairy tale painted in soft pinks. There's no destiny here-only the private wars people fight just to feel okay.

This is a story about process.

About slow, quiet reconstructions.

About the kind of wounds that don't always show on the surface.

About hearts that keep beating somewhere between fear and the fragile hope of trusting again.

There are no princes.

There are no neat happy endings.

Just real people who collide. Who crash into each other.

Who choose each other anyway-even when they're terrified of breaking a little more.
This isn't about being strong all the time.
It's about staying when you have nothing left.
About finding, in the middle of the pain, the smallest reasons to keep going.

If you've ever felt the silence pressing down on you.

If you've ever wanted to scream and known no one would hear it.

If you need a story where love doesn't fix everything... but holds you while you try.

Then this one is for you.