During my sophomore year, I became infamous in the worst way possible. My best friend Zoe asked me to meet her at a hotel. I went, and from that moment, I plunged into a bottomless abyss. Not only did I lose the most precious thing to me, but I was also stripped, photographed, and humiliated. Those obscene photos were sent to every single one of my classmates and professors. Everyone said the student council president had sold herself for money. In an instant, I became the hottest topic on everyone’s lips. My parents couldn’t bear the pressure of public opinion and divorced. My mom, feeling utterly disgraced, took her own life with an overdose of pills. After that day, I was forced to transfer schools, undergo plastic surgery, and change my name. I’ll never forget Zoe’s smug face that night. All of this was her doing! I couldn’t let her get away with it. I worked tirelessly to get into the same university as Zoe. I sold the house my mom left me and packaged myself as a rich girl to infiltrate her social circle, pretending to be her best friend. I heard her boyfriend was from a wealthy family in the city, filthy rich and incredibly handsome. The key was that he was head over heels for Zoe. He was my first target, and also the first “gift” I would give to Zoe. Approaching such a high-quality, devoted man was difficult, but I had to try! Soon, my opportunity came. On Zoe’s birthday, she had a fight with her boyfriend and refused to answer his calls. So he called me instead, “Aria, is Zoe with you?” I said, “Yes.” Her boyfriend hesitated, “Zoe and I had a misunderstanding. She won’t take my calls. It’s her birthday tonight, and I want to surprise her. I need your help.” “How can I help?” “Can I borrow your key?” Zoe came from an ordinary family but pretended to be rich, claiming she couldn’t stand living in the dorm. To get close to her, I had gritted my teeth and rented a large apartment off-campus with her. “What do you want to do?” I asked. “I want to set up a surprise at your apartment. I’m going to propose to her tonight.” My heart sank. How could a vain, evil woman like Zoe marry a good man like Marcus? Back in sophomore year, she had come up with that despicable plan to ruin me just for the title of student council president! If she could marry into a wealthy family, where was the justice in this world? “Okay, I’ll help,” I agreed quickly, while an evil plan began to form in my mind. Zoe’s birthday party was booked at a bar near the school. I made an excuse about being stuck in traffic, turned around, and went back to our shared apartment. From a distance, I saw Marcus standing at the entrance of our building, with a large cardboard box at his feet. He was tall, about 6’2″, wearing a black T-shirt that showed off his fit physique. He had on a black baseball cap that partially hid his incredibly handsome face. Despite his casual attire and lack of expensive accessories, he couldn’t hide his unique, aristocratic aura. I ran up to him with a smile, “Have you been waiting long?” He didn’t say much, his eyes dark and bright, “Not long.” I led him back to the apartment and helped him set up the romantic proposal scene. During a break, I took a few bottles of beer from the fridge and slipped something into one of them before casually handing it to him. The alcohol content wasn’t high, just a brand commonly drunk at bars. He glanced at it and downed it in one go.
I sat on the cardboard box and took a sip, “What do you like about Zoe?” Marcus seemed thirsty and finished the entire bottle in one breath. He lowered his head slightly and placed the empty bottle by his feet, “She’s kind and cheerful.” “Pfft…” I spat out my drink. This guy might be good-looking, but was he blind? Zoe and “kind and cheerful” were worlds apart! She was vicious, vain, dark, and would stop at nothing to get what she wanted. I would use the filthiest language in the world to describe her! And use the most despicable methods to get my revenge! “What’s wrong?” Marcus looked up at me, his eyes deep and dark, slightly intoxicated, with an indescribable sexiness. “You really have good taste!” I got up and went to the balcony. Following Marcus’s instructions, I made an urgent call to Zoe, telling her to come home early because of an emergency. When I returned to the living room, as expected, Marcus had passed out on the sofa. I shook him, and he was truly unconscious. I hesitated, standing there unable to act. Marcus was a good man, and I shouldn’t have dragged him into this conflict. But then I thought of Zoe’s vicious fangs, and I shuddered. “Marcus, I’m not doing this to hurt you, but to save you.” I steeled my heart and stripped off his clothes, laying him on the sofa. “I hope we can play this act well.” I disposed of the beer bottle he had used, tore my own clothes, and pinched myself all over until I was covered in bruises. I even slapped myself a few times until my face was swollen. Only then did I stop and send Zoe a message, “Zoe, come back quickly, save me! Marcus has gone crazy!” My phone was instantly flooded with calls from Zoe. I smashed my phone to pieces.
Zoe sensed something was wrong and rushed back. I huddled in a corner of the sofa, crying hysterically, my body covered in wounds. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, torn underwear hung on the bar counter. Even an idiot could see what had happened between Marcus and me. “Aria, what happened?” Zoe’s expression was rigid, her face pale. “Zoe…” I threw myself into her arms, crying and sobbing, “Marcus… Marcus assaulted me!” Heaven knows how satisfying it was to spit out those words! Zoe’s body shook violently, her eyes fixed on Marcus. “Marcus, wake up, how much did you drink?” Two classmates shook Marcus. Everyone knew Marcus couldn’t hold his liquor, but they’d never seen him this drunk before. Marcus woke up, confused by the scene before him. “You bastard!” Zoe broke down and slapped him, “Bastard!” I picked up my phone, wrapped myself in clothes, and ran out crying. Zoe’s family was ordinary, she used her looks to hook rich guys. Marcus was the highest caliber man she could ever hope to catch. She wouldn’t let go easily. Sure enough, I had barely run downstairs when Zoe chased after me, “Aria!” I stood by the roadside, pretending to shake as I dialed 911. My phone was intentionally broken, unable to turn on, thus delaying the police call and giving Zoe ample time to expose her true nature. “Zoe…” I turned to her for help, “Let me use your phone. I need to call the police. I must call the police. I won’t let that beast get away with this!” Zoe’s face was pale and serious. She gripped my hand, “Aria, calm down.” “How can I calm down? I can’t calm down! Do you know what he did to me?” I cried as I spoke, “He tore my clothes, kissed and touched my body, and then… then violently assaulted me. I want that scumbag to go to jail! If you protect him, we can’t be friends anymore!” My words deeply affected Zoe. Her eyes turned cold and vicious, her eyes red with jealousy. She forced an eerie smile on her pale face, comforting me, “I’m not protecting him. I’m worried about your reputation. Calm down for a couple of days. I’ll talk to Marcus and get to the bottom of this, I’ll give you an explanation.” That smile shouldn’t have appeared on her face, yet she wore such a chilling expression. I knew she was going to make her move against me. Everything was under my control. So, I started to add fuel to the fire, stimulating Zoe even more intensely.
The news that Marcus and I had “slept” together spread like wildfire on the campus forum. The information was spread by my childhood friend, the more outrageous and salacious, the better. I wanted to make Zoe suffer, to infuriate her. Even if she wanted to call me a slut, she couldn’t find a reason. She had to rack her brains to cover up for her rich “rapist” boyfriend. It must have been like swallowing a knife, cutting her tongue, but having to swallow it whole. Afterward, I moved back to the school dorm, and Zoe moved back too. She kept a close eye on me, ostensibly accompanying me out of friendship, but actually afraid I’d report to the police and ruin her dream of marrying into wealth. The day after moving back to school, I received a message from Marcus. “Aria, let’s talk.” “Let’s talk off-campus. I don’t want to be seen at school.” “Alright.” I knew Marcus liked to wear black, so I chose a long black T-shirt, wore a black cap and mask, wrapped myself up tightly, and had my childhood friend stake out to take photos in advance. As soon as I left the school gate, I saw Marcus’s Maybach parked across the street. I opened the car door and sat in the back. He looked somewhat haggard. Looking at me through the rearview mirror, his expression was cold and complex. He seemed to want to say something but hesitated, “Where to?” My eyes were red and swollen, my long hair messy, looking very haggard. “Let’s just talk in the car.” The car drove aimlessly around the city. I actually felt quite guilty towards Marcus, but when I thought of my deceased mother, I hardened my heart again. I couldn’t tell Marcus the truth. He had swallowed Zoe’s poisonous bait, the love potion had already infected him. If I told him everything, he might not believe me and would alert Zoe. At that point, I would be beyond redemption. The time wasn’t right yet. Soon, the silent atmosphere was broken. He turned his head and looked at me. He said, “Aria, I’m very sorry about what happened that night. I don’t usually drink that much, but one bottle of beer shouldn’t have knocked me out. Zoe and I have been analyzing it, and we’re wondering if something strange might have happened.” My heart skipped a beat. I hadn’t expected Marcus to suspect me. I suddenly burst into tears, “What do you mean?” Marcus hesitated, “Don’t you think it’s strange? Could someone have…” “What are you suspecting?” I interrupted him, crying, “I don’t want money, I don’t want anything from you, we have no connection. What reason would I have to do that?” “That’s not what I meant.” “To clear yourself of the rape charge, why are you trying to smear me?” Marcus drew a sharp breath, seemingly unable to bear me using such a dirty word to describe him. His face turned ashen, and he unconsciously gripped the steering wheel tighter. “If that’s the case, let’s go to the police station to talk! I still have the underwear with bodily fluids from that night!” I angrily got out of the car and started walking back. Marcus chased after me and grabbed my arm, “Aria, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” I struggled desperately. “Maybe I drank too much and it went to my head. I might have mistaken you for Zoe.” Marcus finally gave in, but his eyes were filled with sorrow and anger, “I’m sorry, I sincerely apologize to you. I can compensate you! Any amount!” “What good is an apology? What good is money?” I sobbed on his shoulder, “What kind of person do you think I am?” This scene was being photographed by my childhood friend, and the photos were simultaneously uploaded to the school forum. I guessed the forum must be in an uproar. Today, I had deliberately worn matching outfits with Marcus, got into his car, and now was photographed with Marcus pulling me, me crying in his arms. Anyone looking at the photos would think Marcus was pestering me. I guessed that when Zoe saw these sneaky photos, she would want to kill me. She wouldn’t pity me, the “assaulted and harassed” victim. She would only see me as an obstacle to be eliminated. The torment and cruelty she once gave me, I would now return to her bit by bit! “Marcus, Zoe and I are good friends,” I said. “I don’t want to mention this incident again. I don’t need compensation, and I won’t report to the police.” I further gained his trust, “For the sake of my reputation and Zoe, let’s just pretend nothing happened, it was just a misunderstanding.” Marcus’s distrustful expression eased a bit, and he suddenly looked at me with deep remorse. I waved my hand, not wanting to talk anymore, and called a taxi back to school. I actually didn’t want to hurt Marcus, nor did I want to entangle with him. Zoe was like a parasite sucking his blood. To remove Zoe, Marcus would inevitably experience pain. He was an innocent victim. I should be the one apologizing. Back at the dorm, Zoe greeted me with red eyes and a smile, as if nothing had happened, “Aria, where did you go?” “Just went for a walk.” Zoe hugged me comfortingly, “I was so worried you might do something stupid. Tonight, my friend is having a celebration party. Why don’t you come along to take your mind off things?” Back in sophomore year, she had used the same excuse to call me to the hotel. What was meant to come, couldn’t be avoided. Everything was a cycle. She was finally going to make her move. Only this time, she was the prey, and I was the cunning hunter.
I hadn’t been lurking around Zoe for so long without learning anything. I knew everything she said and did, who her connections were, all like the back of my hand. Although Zoe acted reserved and elegant in front of Marcus, she was actually quite wild. Back in sophomore year, she was already buddying up with people from the streets, calling many gangsters her “brothers”, with a wide network of connections. Even after getting into a prestigious university and moving to a new city, she still had quite a few “brothers” from the streets. I sent the address of the celebration party to my childhood friend, who made preparations in advance. The party was at a nightclub in the city center. The private room was dimly lit and filled with smoke. It was full of shady characters – some shirtless men were playing cards, while others were swaying to the loud music on the dance floor. “Sister Zoe’s here,” said a tall, thin man in the center, raising his hand holding a cigarette. Zoe patted my shoulder and said with a smile, “Brother Jake, I brought a friend to hang out.” Several men turned their heads to look at me, their gazes unabashedly lustful. I instinctively turned to leave. Zoe pushed me into the room. “Zoe, why are you pushing me?” I asked her. The moment the door closed, she seemed to transform into a different person. She sneered, “Aria, drop the act now, will you?” I pretended to be confused, “What do you mean?” Zoe slapped me hard across the face, her face dark, “We’re both old foxes here, why are you playing dumb with me?” She hit me with tremendous force. Before I could steady myself, she slapped me several more times, as if unleashing all the anger she had been holding back for days. I staggered and fell to the ground, tasting blood in my mouth.
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