𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞..~

“I think the saddest part is that if someone asked my family what my favorite color was, they wouldn’t know. But if you asked them everything I’ve ever done wrong, they’d have a list.” She was everyone’s disappointment. The selfish daughter. The jealous sister. The girl who ruined everything simply by existing. {Y/N} spent twenty-four years apologizing for things she never did, loving people who never loved her back, and quietly wondering what was so terribly wrong with her. Then came Davis McHenrey. Handsome. Charming. Ridiculously affectionate. A man who kissed her like she was precious, held her like she was something worth protecting, and loved her in ways she’d only ever dreamed of. For the first time, she was someone’s first choice. Until he believed them, too. The lies. The accusations. The stories everyone told about the girl nobody bothered to understand. And when the one person who promised to love her became another reason she hated herself, something inside her finally broke. She didn’t scream. She didn’t beg. She simply stopped asking to be loved. Now Davis would give anything to hear her laugh again. Anything to take back the words that destroyed her. Anything to prove that she was worth loving. But how do you convince someone they’re your entire world when you’ve already made them feel like they were nothing? Because sometimes the most heartbreaking thing about being loved is realizing how easily someone can make you feel.. 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞..~

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The engagement party was in full swing at the Bennett family estate. Crystal chandeliers cast warm light over flower arrangements that probably cost more than a month's rent. Waiters circled with champagne flutes and bite-sized hors d'oeuvres. Laughter echoed off marble floors.

The bride-to-be, Vivienne Bennett, stood at the center of it all in a white silk dress, her honey-blonde hair perfectly curled, her engagement ring catching the light every time she gestured. Beside her, Nathaniel Brooks kept one hand on the small of her back, looking at her like she'd personally hung the moon.

And then there was Y/n.

Seated at the very back of the room, half-hidden behind a towering floral arrangement, wearing a simple dark dress that had clearly been chosen to draw as little attention as possible. She held a glass of champagne she hadn't touched, her expression carefully neutral.

Margaret Bennett

approaching the table, all smiles for nearby guests, voice dropping as she leans in Honestly, Y/n. The least you could do is look happy for your sister. People are starting to notice you sulking.

Vivienne Bennett

materializing beside their mother with a bright, practiced laugh Oh, she's not sulking, Mother. turning to Y/n with wide, sincere eyes You're happy for me, aren't you, sweetie?

The question hung in the air like a baited trap. A few nearby guests glanced over, their expressions caught between curiosity and pity.

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