Betrayed On Stage – Wicked First Love Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)

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Betrayed On Stage - Wicked First Love

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Marian Tee

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French rockstar Dylan Charbonneau didn’t mean to be best friends with an innocent schoolgirl like Bree…
And Bree certainly didn’t mean to have a crush on a rock god notorious for his womanizing ways. Dylan does everything to keep her at a distance, but Bree is tired of waiting.
She’s willing to risk it all for love, but because Dylan knows it could never work out between them…
He’ll just have to hurt the only girl he’s cared about…for her sake.
*Previously published as The Rockstar I’ve Loved for So Long
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Sabrina “Bree” Wyle should have worn her glasses, shouldn’t have let vanity get the better of her. But like most good ideas, it came a little too late and now she was dying of curiosity.

The guy on stage had the most beautiful voice – and that was all she knew. Stupid impaired eyesight only allowed her to make out a figure in white – and that was it.

Something about that voice made Bree catch her breath. She didn’t love rock music like her friend did, but she had attended this concert anyway, figuring it was about time she came out of her shell.

She was fourteen already and she still hadn’t had her first kiss. Everyone she knew had theirs when they weren’t even in their teens.

Tonight was all about being girly and not dorky, but it had been an epic fail – or at least it had been until this guy came on stage.

Squinting hard, she tried to make better sense of his features. Dark hair? Tanned skin? Really tall? She just couldn’t tell, and she and Saffi already had front row seats, courtesy of her chaperone’s famous last name.

Tugging at Saffi’s sleeve, she whispered self-consciously, “Tell me. Is he gorgeous?” Bree didn’t want to risk anyone accidentally hearing her ask about a guy. Especially this guy. It just wasn’t done for a dork like her to even dare have a crush on a rock star.

“Yup!” Saffi clucked her tongue. “You really should’ve worn your glasses, Bree.”

“Easy for you to say,” Bree huffed. Saffi, who was older by four years, might be a bigger nerd than her, but she would never have to worry about looking like one.

Saffi looked like a cute doll. Bree didn’t – unless it was ideal to look like Chucky’s oversized teenage sister.

Saffi sighed. “You’ve got the strangest hang-ups about your looks! You’re stunning, voluptuous—-”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bree thought the world of Saffi, but she was too nice. She wasn’t blind about her looks. She was too everything that was not right. Too curvy, too fair, too ordinary with too brown hair and too brown eyes.

The rock star was singing the last lines of his song, which was haunting and catchy at the same time. Impressive for a self-composed song from someone who wasn’t even a pro.

Thinking about that voice saying her name was enough to make Bree blush. Oh God, she really did wish she had brought her glasses with her. She’d risk wearing it outside school just to know what this guy really looked like.

The song ended and the huge crowd of high school girls screamed. Bree shrieked with them and so did Saffi, who was sort of a professional screamer – the kind that didn’t go hoarse even after screaming nonstop for hours.

“Is he gone?”

“Backstage,” Saffi confirmed.

Bree’s shoulders slumped. And there went her first crush. Well, it was sweet while it lasted.

They met with Silver, one of Saffi’s older brothers, at the side of the stage, where he had been hanging out with his own set of friends. If Saffi was Bree’s chaperone, then Silver was hers. It had always been so since Saffi was the baby of her family.

“How did you find your first concert, Bree?” There was a grin in Silver’s voice that made Bree grin back.

“It was great.”


And then Silver said, “Aaaaah.”

Bree scowled. “Saffi, you always did have a big mouth!”

Saffi giggled.

“I know him, actually. Well, he’s more like an acquaintance,” Silver said. “His name’s Dylan Charbonneau and we’ve bumped into each other a few times in some parties. He’s enrolled in one of those art colleges in NYC.”

Bree suppressed a sigh. Dylan Charbonneau. Even his name sounded way out of her league.

“Is it okay if you guys wait for me here while I check out the souvenir booth?” Saffi asked. “I saw something I want to buy.”

Silver raised a brow. “Really? You listen to rock music?”

Bree kept her face blank at the question.

“It’s not rock music. It’s more like, a fusion of dance and European rock,” Saffi answered very seriously.

“We’ll go with you,” Silver said.

Saffi didn’t answer.

Knowing it was because Saffi didn’t want any of her family to know about how much of a hardcore fangirl she could get over Staffan Aehrenthal, Bree said quickly, “I, umm, need to go to the restroom. Could you walk with me first and then we can catch up with Saffi after?”

She could feel Silver looking at her and Bree did her best not to squirm. Silver March might have a reputation for being one of the country’s most charming playboys, but it didn’t mean he was stupid. Far from it.

Saffi added helpfully, “You have to walk her to the restroom first, Silver. She’s blind.”

Bree glared. Silver laughed.

“True,” Saffi’s brother confirmed.

“I changed my mind,” she said huffily, knowing the two gorgeous individuals before her would never understand what it meant to grow up as a four-eyed geek.