Author's Note: Hello 👋 guys. So, this is the first official chapter of the playboy who loved. I hope you're ready for this cheesy(🧀), lovey duby(❤️), romantic(👩‍❤️‍👨), heartwarming(🫀🔥) and stomach, butterfly filling(🦋) tale. And remember, follow all ©️ copyright laws.

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The Playboy Who Loved – Chapter 1

The sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air as the golden sun cast a warm glow over the Fableman neighborhood. This picturesque suburban oasis, designed by the esteemed Fableman family, was a place that seemed too good to be true. Every house had its storybook charm, with neatly trimmed hedges and pastel-colored walls.

Neighbors waved to one another as they strolled by, children laughed as they rode their bikes, and somewhere in the distance, the faint sound of an ice cream truck jingled. Men lazed in their yards wearing shorts or just their undershirts, while women sunbathed in bikinis, exchanging gossip over glasses of lemonade. It was, by all appearances, idyllic.

But not for Anna Kendrick.

Inside a small, single-family house at the corner of the neighborhood, Anna stood in her bedroom, folding clothes in what could only be described as controlled chaos. The room was painted white but bore remnants of her previous interests—ripped posters of rock bands and old TV shows still clung stubbornly to the walls. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, highlighting piles of clothes scattered across her floor. Some were clean, others not so much.

Anna moved methodically, her blank face betraying no emotion as Billie Eilish’s Birds of a Feather played through her black headphones. She sang softly, almost absentmindedly, while folding a faded sweater and placing it neatly in her suitcase. Her vanilla-toned skin glowed in the afternoon light, her short, wavy brown hair framing her freckled cheeks. Grey eyes stared at the task before her, distant and unseeing.

She wore a light pink, unzipped sweater over a cream-colored shirt, paired with black jeans and pink flip-flops. She looked like a girl ready for anything—yet her heart felt like it was bracing for the worst.

Anna was moving. Again.

A knock on the door startled her. Anna turned to see her mother standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a delighted smile. Mrs. Kendrick, with her auburn hair tied back in a loose ponytail, looked as if she were bursting to share some good news.

“Sweetie,” her mom called, her voice full of affection.

Anna removed her headphones and studied her mom’s expression. The wide smile on her mother’s face made Anna sigh; she knew that smile meant work.

“Is it the storeroom?” Anna asked flatly.

Her mom nodded eagerly. “Yep.”

Anna groaned and dragged herself off the bed, stepping over heaps of clothes with exaggerated gloom. “I’ll get the cart.”

Her mom clapped her hands excitedly. “Wonderful!”

The next hour passed in a montage of sweat, effort, and dusty boxes. The storeroom, which had been a veritable jungle of forgotten knick-knacks, was finally cleared. Anna and her mom collapsed onto an old chair they’d dragged out with the rest of the junk, their breaths heavy and their clothes streaked with dust.

“We’ve cleaned the storeroom,” Mrs. Kendrick declared dramatically.

“We’ve packed our junk!” Anna added with mock triumph.

“And we’re tired!” they said in unison, laughing weakly before leaning back against the chair.

“I have never been this exhausted in my entire life,” Mrs. Kendrick sighed.

“Same. I hate moving,” Anna muttered, rubbing her temples.

“But this is the last time,” Mrs. Kendrick said, looking on the bright side. “After this, we’ll be settled for good.”

Anna glanced at her mom skeptically, her face twisting into a sarcastic grin. “Sure, Mom. I’ll believe that when I see it.”

Mrs. Kendrick ignored her daughter’s cynicism. “I’m really going to miss this neighborhood. It’s such a lovely place.”

Anna snorted. “You mean the place where grandmas do booty squats every morning and people dress up as SpongeBob for no reason?”

Mrs. Kendrick shrugged. “Okay, the squats are a bit...odd. But it’s still a great place to raise kids.”

“Sure, if you want to scar them for life,” Anna said sharply.

Her mom tilted her head, observing her daughter closely. Anna’s blank expression and monotone voice sent a pang of concern through her. Mrs. Kendrick sighed softly, leaning forward.

“When are you going to stop hurting yourself?” she asked gently.

Anna stiffened, her grey eyes narrowing. “I’m not hurting myself,” she replied defensively. “Why would I do that?”

Mrs. Kendrick gave her a knowing look. “Ah, denial. The first stage of grief.”

“I’m not grieving, Mom!” Anna shot back, her voice rising in frustration. “I’m fine.” But the way she slouched in the chair, biting her lip, said otherwise.

“You’re not fine,” Mrs. Kendrick pressed. “You used to be so cheerful. You’d sing Disney songs at the top of your lungs all day. Now you’re listening to sad songs and avoiding everyone. Anna, I’m your mother. I can see how much you’re hurting.”

Anna sighed in defeat and rubbed her forehead. “Mom, it’s not easy to get over something...like that.” Her voice faltered, and her shoulders drooped.

Mrs. Kendrick’s face softened with sympathy. “Anna...”

“But don’t worry about me, okay?” Anna said quickly, forcing a smile. “Like you said a few months ago, I’ll be fine.”

Her mom frowned. “That was three months ago, Anna.”

“Right...” Anna mumbled, realizing her slip.

Mrs. Kendrick sighed again, leaning back in her chair. “At least moving to Denburg might give us all a fresh start,” she said, trying to sound optimistic.

“Yeah,” Anna said dryly. “No more waking up to Grandma’s squats or seeing teenage boys dressed as SpongeBob. Or Ariana Grande,” she added with a shudder.

Her mom chuckled. “You’ll see. Denburg will be great. It’ll be fun!”

“I hope not,” Anna muttered. “I don’t want anything exciting. And let’s be real—if Dad got hired there, the school’s gotta be boring.”

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Denburg High

Excitement buzzed through the air like static electricity. The stadium lights illuminated the starry night, and the roar of the crowd filled every corner. The Denburg High soccer team had just scored their fourth goal, and the announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers.

“Liam Wilbert scores again! That’s his fourth goal tonight!”

The crowd erupted into wild cheers. Liam, the star player, spread his arms and grinned, soaking in the adoration as though it were his birthright.

The Denburg High team jogged to the sidelines, where their coach, Mr. Kendrick, waited with an approving grin. “That’s what I’m talking about!” he yelled, clapping his hands. “Liam! You’re on fire tonight!”

Liam matched his energy, exchanging a firm handshake with the coach. “Thanks, Coach.”

As the team gathered around, Mr. Kendrick paced in front of them, his voice booming with enthusiasm. “Alright, boys! We’re in the semifinals now. Just a few more games, and that two-million-dollar prize is ours!”

The players whooped and cheered, their confidence soaring.

“Now, listen up,” Mr. Kendrick continued. “The second half is starting soon. I want you to push harder, stay focused, and don’t let them score. Got it?”

“Got it, Coach!” the team replied in unison.

Liam, ever the charmer, caught the eye of a group of girls in the stands, who giggled and waved flirtatiously. He smirked, licking his lips.

“Focus, Liam!” Mr. Kendrick barked. “Game now, girls later.”

“Don’t worry, Coach. I’ve got this,” Liam said with a wink.

The whistle blew, signaling the start of the second half. The players charged back onto the field, determination written all over their faces. The crowd roared once more as the game resumed, the energy electric.

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Back in the locker room, the players laughed and joked as they toweled off, their victory secure. Mr. Kendrick entered, clapping his hands.

“Great job, boys! That’s how it’s done. But don’t get too comfortable—we’ve still got work to do. The finals are just around the corner, and I want that trophy!”

The team cheered, already looking forward to their next win. For them, Denburg was more than a school; it was a legacy. But for Anna Kendrick, it was just the next stop in a long, tiring journey.

And little did she know, it would be anything but boring.

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