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📍 Chapter Two 📍
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🍀 Alisa 🍀
Friday arrived like a promise I could not resist.
I woke up singing—loudly, carelessly—letting the sound bounce off the bathroom walls as I danced under the shower spray. Friday was my favorite day of the week, not because it meant rest, but because it belonged entirely to me.
I stepped out of the bathtub without much thought to modesty. After all, no one was supposed to be in my room.
"Naked Friday," I announced proudly to no one in particular.
What should I wear?
My gaze swept through my wardrobe as I considered the possibilities. Something gorgeous. Something that matched the energy of the day. And, of course, something that acknowledged the unofficial truth of my life:
Friday belonged to Miles.
My crush.
The one man who seemed genetically designed to dislike me.
He treated my existence like an inconvenience, which—strangely—only made him more interesting.
Perfect.
I selected a green straight skirt, a blue long-sleeve shirt, and purple canvas shoes. After moisturizing my skin, I styled my damp hair into four neat pigtails.
I examined my reflection.
"I look terrible," I said immediately. "Unacceptable."
I rummaged through my things until I found my rainbow scarf and wrapped it carefully around my neck. An orange bag completed the base outfit.
Still not right.
Accessories were essential.
Pink studs. Colorful bangles. Gray lip gloss. Pink eyeshadow. Blue blush.
Finally, I nodded at my reflection.
"Now this… is perfect."
Satisfied, I headed downstairs.
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🏠 The Gabriel Household 🏠
My family was already gathered for breakfast—chaotic, familiar, and exactly how I liked it.
Before I continue, introductions are necessary.
1. Mr. Carlos Gabriel – my father. Engineer by profession, cobbler by unfortunate circumstance. A kind man with a habit of calling me "madwoman" with affection.
2. Mrs. Laurel Gabriel – my mother. A strict high school teacher who believes discipline includes occasional head strikes and dramatic theories about me being "switched at birth."
3. James Gabriel – my older brother. Irritating, judgmental, and permanently convinced I am a fool. He lives far away, which is ideal.
4. Elvira – my sister. The sweetest soul in existence. Florist… or maybe vet. I never remember. Married with children.
5. Carlyle – another sister. Strange but reliable. Married, pregnant, and also an engineer.
6. Kierra (Kiki) – my closest friend and sister in spirit. An accountant engaged to a man she refuses to leave despite knowing he is wrong for her.
7. Cedric – the youngest. A medical student who behaves like an adult more than I do.
And then there is me.
Alisa Gabriel.
The last piece of the puzzle nobody knows how to place.
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I stepped into the dining room with energy.
"Good morning, family!" I announced brightly.
"Morning, idiot," my father replied without looking up.
Affection, Gabriel-style.
"You look… surprisingly decent," my mother said after a pause.
"I'll take that as a compliment," I replied, taking my seat.
My attention immediately landed on Kiki.
A fresh bruise marked her eye again.
I sighed. "Still collecting souvenirs, I see."
She shot me a tired look but said nothing.
"Have you found your certificate yet?" my father asked suddenly.
"What certificate?"
A collective groan filled the room.
"Oh. That thing."
"I think I left it at my hostel… or maybe James's house," I added casually.
"I'll call him," my mother said, already standing.
My father exhaled deeply. "I should go to work."
One by one, they left.
I stayed behind a little longer before heading out to my shift at the restaurant.
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🍴 Miles 🍴
I arrived at work in high spirits and went straight to him.
Miles.
Tall, composed, permanently irritated.
"Good morning, Miles."
He barely glanced at me. "No."
"Is that your greeting or your personality?"
"Yes."
I smiled. "You're in a good mood today."
"I hate you."
"Why?"
"Because you never stop talking."
"Why?"
"Because you're exhausting."
"Why?"
He finally looked at me.
"Are you seriously going to keep doing this?"
"Doing what?"
"This."
"Talking to you? Absolutely."
He exhaled sharply. "I can't date you."
I tilted my head. "I never asked you to."
"Good."
"You're not my type anyway."
That caught his attention.
"Excuse me?"
"You're rude. Emotionally unavailable. And—" I glanced him over deliberately, "—a little broke."
His jaw tightened.
"Fix your rent first before you worry about romance. Homeless Miles doesn't have a nice ring to it."
I walked away before he could respond.
Perfect timing.
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💥 Trouble at Work 💥
"Lisa!" Queen Eliza's voice sliced through the kitchen. "What did you say to Miles?"
"Hello to you too."
"What did you say to my boyfriend?"
I smiled sweetly. "I said he looks like a church rat. Why?"
The air went still.
"You what?"
She stepped forward, furious.
"Just because he doesn't want you doesn't mean you should insult him!"
I tilted my head. "Do you know what a whore is?"
Her expression shifted instantly.
"A whore is someone who sleeps with her best friend's boyfriend, her sister's husband, or her stepfather for entertainment," I said calmly. "Just so we're clear on definitions."
Silence.
I leaned closer. "Also… protection is important."
Her slap came fast.
I stumbled slightly, holding my cheek.
"Oh," I muttered. "That one had intention."
She tried again.
I stepped aside.
She collided with a locker instead.
"Clumsy me," I said pleasantly, walking away.
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🍽️ Later That Day 🍽️
A customer screamed across the restaurant.
"Did I order scones or donuts?!"
"I didn't take your order," I replied.
Slap.
I blinked.
She did it again.
"Fix it!"
My phone buzzed.
Dad: Emergency. Come home immediately.
Uh-oh.
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🏠 Home Again 🏠
Kiki sat on the couch eating cookies like the world had ended.
"We broke up," she said flatly.
"I heard you the first time."
"He cheated… and hit me… and tried—"
"Hotel Rapesovania again?" I interrupted.
She glared. "Is that really what you want to say right now?"
"If you had listened to me earlier, you wouldn't be here crying."
"You're heartless."
"No," I corrected. "I'm consistent."
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Later that night, the atmosphere in the house changed.
Heavier.
Serious.
A storm before impact.
"A man came today," my father said slowly. "With legal documents. The debt I thought was cancelled… has returned."
"What debt?" Kiki asked.
"The one I owe Daniel Petersen."
"I thought his son cleared it," she said.
"He reversed it."
Silence fell.
"He's coming tomorrow," my father continued. "He wants to meet the entire family."
"Why?"
"I don't know," he snapped. "If I knew, would I be standing here like this?"
I raised a hand.
"What is debt… and who is Daniel Peter—whatever?"
No one answered.
Just facepalms.
Five million dollars.
That number hung in the air like a threat.
"I can't afford this," my father whispered.
Neither could any of us.
And yet, somehow…
I had the feeling this was only the beginning.