I Love A Guy, But He's 15 Years Older — Novel

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Darcey has spent years trying to forget the complicated feelings she harbors for Ulysses d'Amboise, the man who took her in as a child after a tragic accident ripped her family away. Now, just when she’s about to chase her dreams at the Royal Ballet School, Ulysses returns with a fiancée, Ginger, who seems to have everything Darcey wishes she could have. As the wedding date looms, Darcey grapples with the reality of her feelings, torn between loyalty to her adopted family and the desire to break free from the tangled web of her heart.

In the midst of rehearsals and the pressure of competition, every encounter with Ulysses feels like a painful reminder of what she can never have. Ginger’s presence only amplifies Darcey’s struggle, as she transforms the home she thought she knew into something foreign and suffocating. With every change, Darcey feels more invisible, the love she thought was a secret now a burden she must carry alone. Can she find the strength to break away from the past, or will the ties of family and unrequited love hold her back forever?

As Darcey prepares for her leap into a new life, will she discover that some loves are worth fighting for, or will she have to let go of her first love to truly find herself?

I Love A Guy, But He's 15 Years OlderChapter 1

The day I got my admission letter from Royal Ballet School was the same day Ulysses d'Amboise brought his fiancée Ginger Collentine home.

The email on my phone screen glowed faintly.

I stared at the bright red admission sign for what felt like forever, my eyes stinging until tears threatened to fall.

This was my dream school—one of the world’s most prestigious stages for ballet. But right then, it just felt like the universe was mocking me.

I called Aunt Petunia. On the other end of the line, her joyful voice rang out. “Darcey! Have you made up your mind?”

“Yeah. I’ve decided to go to London.”

I didn’t want to see that man who hurt me over and over again anymore.

I just wanted this exhausting, messed-up, 15-year age gap nightmare to end.

But I never thought there’d come a day when he’d stand in front of me again, kneeling, begging me to take him back.

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Eight years ago… It was a rainy night when my biological dad—drunk behind the wheel—crashed his car. That accident that took him and my biological mom away from me forever.