Lessons in Forgiving: English Edition by LYX (eBook)

von WATTPAD-Superstar Selina Mae

Selina Mae (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Aufl. 2025
383 Seiten
Lyx.digital (Verlag)
978-3-7363-2337-7 (ISBN)

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WE HAD TO BE REASONABLE. FOR THE SAKE OF THIS PROFILE. FOR THE SAKE OF MY ABILITY TO WRITE ABOUT HIM WITHOUT THINKING ABOUT THE WAY HE KISSED ME.

»WE CAN TRY«

Paula Castillo is determined to get her life back on track. And after a long time on the metaphorical writing-bench, she thinks a profile on an upcoming HBU-soccer legend will at least roll her plan »Restore Journalistic Reputation« into motion. The problem: Henry Pressley hasn't only signed a million-dollar deal with an MLS club in the past year, he also broke up with Paula. Although she promises herself not to get caught up in the whirlwind of Henry that almost cost her everything already, one-on-one interviews and unexpected nights together force them to face their past. Between the pages, it becomes apparent that the broody soccer player still seems to have a soft spot for his lucky charm ...

»Selina Mae perfectly balances heart and humor in stories that are as delightful as they are addictive!« Ana from malfoyuh

English edition of LESSONS IN FORGIVING by WATTPAD-superstar Selina Mae featuring the popular LYX-Paperback-format

<p>Als begeisterte Liebesromanautorin und (Überraschung!) -leserin kompensiert<strong>Selina Mae</strong>ihre nicht vorhandenen Meet-Cutes im echten Leben, indem sie sie einfach durch ihre Figuren erlebt. Unter dem Namen Seselina schrieb sie auf<strong>WATTPAD</strong>seit fast zehn Jahren Fan-Fictions und begeisterte mit ihren Geschichten weltweit Millionen von Leser:innen,bevor sie den Schritt in die Buchbranche wagte. Selina lebt und schreibt in Berlin.</p> <p><strong>Selina Mae</strong>is a writer of romance and reader of... (you guessed it!) romance and hasbeen compensating for her lack ofmeet cutes by writing them into her books. Sharing her work on WATTPAD(@Seselina) for almost ten years, shereached millions of readers around theworld before deciding to dip her feetinto the publishing world.</p>

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CHAPTER 1

THEN, August: three years and seven months ago

For the past eighteen years of my life, I’d learned to become an expert at reading my parents like an open book. Predicting their whims, knowing when to ask for something and when to keep my mouth shut—when to push a topic and when to drop it.

Right now, I could tell they regretted this.

From the way María Castillo’s brows pinched together, and the concerned tilt of Juan Castillo’s lower lip, I could tell. My parents were seconds away from dragging me onto that plane, back to the scorching, familiar Caribbean heat.

They’d lasted a whole two days longer than I’d given them credit for.

“It’s… big.” Trying to fit into the English-speaking environment, Mom’s accent was thick. She gaped up at the high ceilings, eyes raking over the rising rows of seats in the lecture hall. With one last lingering look at the families around us, she turned to me.

Oh yeah. Big-time concern was written all over María’s face.

“Don’t worry, mami.”

I tried not to freak out at the prospect of her freaking out, so I waved her off, pretended like I didn’t wholeheartedly agree with her. Which made me feel stiff. Robotic.

Dad mirrored the sentiment. “Mi vida,” he muttered, trying to swallow his own worries. His hand rested in the small of her back, nudging her out into the hallway. When his eyes flitted in my direction, one thing was clear.

We were on the same page.

And he was desperate to get Mom there, too; tried to convince her of how sure he was I’d find my place here. “Estoy seguro de que nuestra Paulita se integrará—”

But Mom’s head shot in his direction so fast, he swallowed his Spanish before she’d even said anything. Her withering glare probably helped.

“Coño, Juan. Por favor. English!” With one glance down the hallway, she made sure no one had heard the accidental Spanish slip.

Not that anyone cared as much as she did.

But if there was one thing María couldn’t stand, it was sticking out. If there was another, it would probably be not knowing what her only daughter was doing at any given moment.

So, the prospect of leaving me in a foreign country, where I’d most likely not fit in had clearly been more appealing on paper. Proudly telling cousins, aunts and uncles that her daughter was going to study in America until they’d started avoiding her on the streets, had been fun—but she did not seem to be a fan of the reality it had become.

Her brows furrowed, she chewed on her red-painted bottom lip, and I had about two seconds to convince her that this is where I’m supposed to be.

At Hall Beck University. In the United States. About 1,600 miles from the Dominican Republic. Home.

Harder than it sounded when I wasn’t fully convinced of it myself yet.

“Look,” I began, tentatively nudging her into one of the smaller rooms we’d passed on the orientation tour. Gone were the rising rows of chairs and the intimidating podium where professors held hour-long lectures. Entering a simple classroom that would hopefully shake my parents out of their shock-like state, my shoulders sagged with a little bit of relief. “It’s not so different from Universidad Tecnológica de Santiago.”

Which was where I’d probably end up if I didn’t sway this situation in my favor. Fast.

Mom shook her head, a disapproving tsk passing through her teeth. “Don’t lie, Paulita,” she huffed. Looking at the wall of windows, the whiteboard and the tablet on each seat, she was probably right when she said, “This is nothing like it.” She sighed. “I… don’t know. Maybe you should come back with us after all. What do you think, Juan?”

Panic. It zipped through my body, white and hot, at the questioning look she directed at Dad. For the life of me I could not remember a single instance in which Juan Castillo had denied my mother a single thing. And sharing a glance with the man who had advocated for my degree in the States so hard, it did not seem like he was about to start now.

I could see him slip. He was probably already calculating the cost of an extra ticket back to Puerto Plata tomorrow.

“No!” My intervention kept him from so much as a nod that would set their decision in stone. “Why? Think of how good this school will look on my CV! You’ve already told Aunt… all of the aunts about it. And the cousins! Can’t forget about the cousins.” All twenty-three of them. “What would they think—?”

But her head continued shaking, and I was losing momentum here. “No.” Her eyes drifted to me again. “I don’t care about that.” Lie. “We just want what’s best for you, Paula. I don’t know if that’s here. I mean… have you… adjusted?” Concern found its way back into her brown eyes. “Have you made any friends yet?”

I was not surprised by the fact Mom’s only worry was how well I’d fit in—how popular I’d be.

And I did not feel guilty about the lie that flew out of my mouth, either.

“Yes!” I had not. “Of course.” Hadn’t even met my roommates yet. “Is that what you’re worried about, mami?”

“No.”

Yes. Yes. Yes! She was lying, too, and I could work with that.

“Oh,” I swooned, slowly guiding my parents away from the spot in which they’d almost made a decision that would’ve jeopardized my entire future. Just in case it would remind them of it. “I’ve met amazing people. They’re all so… chatty here!”

“Americans do love to talk.” Dad agreed gruffly. “Loudly, too.”

“Really?” Not quite sure whether she’d asked me or Dad to elaborate, I took over. Finally, there was a glimmer of hope. Light at the end of the tunnel. María Castillo looked relieved, and I could build on that.

If all I needed to fake was an outstanding social life for the next four years, I’d call that a win.

“Really,” I assured them, throwing all the conviction I could into my gaze. It stayed on them, even when we continued making our way out of the room. “We spent all day together yesterday,” I lied as I walked backward. “And—”

I couldn’t build on my lie when I backed into a solid… something. Then, startled, felt myself slip.

I prepared to hit the floor face first. Or maybe the back of my head would make contact instead? Either way, my parents would realize I wasn’t fit to take care of myself (because I’d landed myself in the hospital with a head injury two days into my independence journey) and I’d be forced to agree with them because… well, I did land myself in the hospital. Mentally, I was already back in the Dominican Republic before I’d even made it to the ground.

I never did.

Instead, I felt a cool hand curl around my wrist, yanking me upright and keeping me there until I managed to find my footing.

I did not faceplant, only stumbled into Dad’s chest when the stranger’s grip around me loosened. And instead of my parents realizing I was in no condition to take care of myself, I heard an ironic, “Eyes up. Or you might hurt someone.”

Followed by Mom’s curious voice. “Do you two know each other?” She sounded… excited, and suddenly I did not care who I’d just run into. They would have to do.

I turned just in time to silence him with a look, his lips already parted to give the obvious answer: No.

“Yes!” I blurted, ignoring the confused furrowing of his dark brows. Ignoring how beautifully they contrasted his green eyes more. Wincing, I mouthed a Please. Then added a Sorry.

I swallowed thickly before turning to my parents, taking a step back to stand beside the brunette stranger, his hair a few shades lighter than my own brown curls. “Of course!” I doubled down, cheerily. Too cheerily? “This is…”

With the way he winced, I might’ve gently nudged my elbow into his side a little too forcefully. But it must’ve done the trick, conveyed my desperation accurately, because he straightened beside me and extended his hand.

“Henry Pressley. Pleasure to finally meet you.” His eyes only flicked in my direction for a second before he went on. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

How much could I have potentially told him in the two days we’re supposed to have known each other?

I was surprised to hear Dad speak first.

“Pressley?” He repeated the name under his breath, barely loud enough for me to pick up his next words either. Like they weren’t intended for the audience he had. “¿Dónde fue que escuché ese nombre?”

Instead of answering where Dad could’ve heard the name before, Mom lovingly rammed her elbow into his ribs at the second Spanish slip of the day.

“Henry!” she cheered a little louder, smile forced, and eyes glued to the boy. Probably to distract from Dad’s Spanish and to compensate for his whispering. “No wonder Paula talked so much about you.”

I hadn’t, obviously. And in any other circumstance, I might’ve been embarrassed by the—although false—revelation. But the fact Henry’s appearance had made her forget that I hadn’t mentioned anyone until two minutes ago was worth the little color in my cheeks.

“Has she?” His eyes slid to me again before he huffed, the...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 28.2.2025
• Reihe/Serie: Hall Beck University: English Edition by LYX
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• Schlagworte: Aktion Kulturpass • Bookstagram • Booktok • BookTok Germany • College • dracotok • dramatisch • Elle Kennedy • Emotional • Ex-Freund • Fanfiction • forced proximity • Große Gefühle • Hannah Grace • Henry Parker Pressley • Icebreaker • Journalistin • kulturpass • Leidenschaft • Liebe • Liebesgeschichte • Liebesroman • Major League Soccer • Nähe • New Adult • Paula Castillo • Romance • Romantik • romantisch • Second Chance • second chance romance • Sports Romance • Sports-Romance • Studium • TikTok • TikTok books • TikTok Germany • tiktok made me buy it • Wattpad • Wildfire
• ISBN-10: 3-7363-2337-9 / 3736323379
• ISBN-13: 978-3-7363-2337-7 / 9783736323377