Ballerina’s Confession：Seduced by My Twin Coaches - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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"Michael and I aren't actually brothers. To put it in terms you'd understand—I'm his brother-in-law."
A dull throb started pulsing behind my temples as I frowned.
"Three years ago, fresh out of college in my early twenties, I was obsessed with the culture here. First people I met? Michael and his sister Melanie—ran into them in first class. They were weirdly nice, even helped me find an apartment."
Warren's voice turned bitter. "Once we got close, Michael started dragging me everywhere—underground poker dens, shady antique galleries. Gambling wasn't my thing, but the art? I fell for it hard. Next thing I knew, I'd dropped serious cash on his 'expert recommendations.'"
He dragged a hand down his face. "At first it was great. Then I realized—the guy was running a con. Drained my $300K savings dry before pushing loans on me..."
My stomach twisted. "Why not just walk away?"
"Tried." Warren's laugh held no humor. "By then Melanie and I were dating. She threatened to cry assault if I bailed."
"That's blackmail!" I spat.
"Yep." His jaw tightened. "Should've seen the red flags sooner."
A pause. Then, quieter: "Been scraping together payments for years. Got investments now, big payout coming next month. Once I settle the debt—with interest—I'm done with them forever."
"Finally free."
I exhaled, relief washing over me—until Warren's gaze locked onto mine with startling intensity.
"Isabella... once this mess is cleared up." He leaned in. "Would you be my girlfriend?"
No sugarcoating, no games—just that raw American directness. Under that earnest stare, my lips curved despite myself.
Warren checked every box: sculpted jawline, gym-toned frame, that effortless charisma. For a relationship rookie like me? Resistance was futile.
What followed was a deliciously ambiguous limbo. We swapped numbers, our phones buzzing nonstop. Downloaded some cringe couple app to maintain our "streak" with daily video clips.
Soon I was spacing out mid-lecture, grinning at my screen like an idiot.
Sophia's fingernail jabbed my forehead. "Out with it. You're totally seeing someone."
My guilty laugh gave me away. Under her interrogation, I spilled everything about Warren.
The second I finished, her palm cracked across my cheek.
"Are you brain-dead?" she seethed. "This reeks of a romance scam!"
A dull throb started pulsing behind my temples as I frowned.
"Three years ago, fresh out of college in my early twenties, I was obsessed with the culture here. First people I met? Michael and his sister Melanie—ran into them in first class. They were weirdly nice, even helped me find an apartment."
Warren's voice turned bitter. "Once we got close, Michael started dragging me everywhere—underground poker dens, shady antique galleries. Gambling wasn't my thing, but the art? I fell for it hard. Next thing I knew, I'd dropped serious cash on his 'expert recommendations.'"
He dragged a hand down his face. "At first it was great. Then I realized—the guy was running a con. Drained my $300K savings dry before pushing loans on me..."
My stomach twisted. "Why not just walk away?"
"Tried." Warren's laugh held no humor. "By then Melanie and I were dating. She threatened to cry assault if I bailed."
"That's blackmail!" I spat.
"Yep." His jaw tightened. "Should've seen the red flags sooner."
A pause. Then, quieter: "Been scraping together payments for years. Got investments now, big payout coming next month. Once I settle the debt—with interest—I'm done with them forever."
"Finally free."
I exhaled, relief washing over me—until Warren's gaze locked onto mine with startling intensity.
"Isabella... once this mess is cleared up." He leaned in. "Would you be my girlfriend?"
No sugarcoating, no games—just that raw American directness. Under that earnest stare, my lips curved despite myself.
Warren checked every box: sculpted jawline, gym-toned frame, that effortless charisma. For a relationship rookie like me? Resistance was futile.
What followed was a deliciously ambiguous limbo. We swapped numbers, our phones buzzing nonstop. Downloaded some cringe couple app to maintain our "streak" with daily video clips.
Soon I was spacing out mid-lecture, grinning at my screen like an idiot.
Sophia's fingernail jabbed my forehead. "Out with it. You're totally seeing someone."
My guilty laugh gave me away. Under her interrogation, I spilled everything about Warren.
The second I finished, her palm cracked across my cheek.
"Are you brain-dead?" she seethed. "This reeks of a romance scam!"
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