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Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away — he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team — but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would announce our relationship tonight. I picked out special lingerie, which I wore under my outfit now, because I was certain that we would finally have sex for the first time. I was ready to lose my virginity. Aside from the lingerie, which was a sexy red set that I picked out at the mall a couple days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my thighs, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which was black with bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her beer. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in carrying cases of beers and whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for the alcohol and the weed. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting drunk and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the beer pong table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played drinking games, and smoked on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the beer pong table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra beer in her hand for me. I shrugged and finished off the last of my beer. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. Jessica pursed her lips and handed me the other beer. “You just need a little liquid courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my beer and frowned. Jessica was right, but beer wasn’t going to cut it — not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about vodka?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin was in my bed, but he wasn’t alone. He was with another girl. I recognized her immediately from her platinum blonde hair and thin body — it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together in my bed, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s panties on the floor as they had sex in my bed. “What the fuck!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk and pulled her panties on, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself, until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass of rum and coke, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig of my drink and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and had curly brown hair, and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me.

Nina Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the alcohol. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition of sex. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa — the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend — broke up last semester, Enzo’s dorm had a constant stream of gorgeous girls going in at night and walking out the next morning, their lipstick smeared and their hair a mess. No girls ever went back; Enzo only participated in one night stands. I had never been interested in one night stands. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance, when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school had laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Ugly Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of my ugly duckling phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect — someone who I would be willing to share my body with. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I entered, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and entered Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I entered, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It made my panties wet, almost like a pheromone. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth in a way that Justin’s never had. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. Our lips smacked together the whole way there. I bit his lower lip, which caused him to groan, and when we entered his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and slid his fingers down my panties, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed and licked my neck as he rubbed my clit, letting his fingers get wet with my juices as I moaned into his mouth. He pulled away briefly to remove his hand from my panties and let me taste myself off his fingers, then returned to touching me. Before he entered me with his fingers, however, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “I should tell you that I’m a virgin,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to nibble my ear. “I’ll be gentle with you.” I let out a loud moan, arching my back as he let his long, thick fingers slide into me. He slid them back and forth, going faster and faster, until I was soaking wet and moaning loudly. I kissed and bit his neck as he fingered me, and moaned into his skin. When he was finished pleasuring me, he removed his hand from my panties and looked me deeply in the eyes while he unbuttoned my skirt. I was still trembling, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my lacy panties. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I stood and began to nervously remove my clothes. I removed my top first to reveal my breasts, which practically spilled out of the top of my bra, then slipped off my skirt to reveal my waist and thighs. I could see Enzo’s erection straining in his gray sweatpants as he bit his lip. When I saw his huge erection, I knew that I wanted him. Saunter over to the bed, I pushed on his chest and pushed him down onto the mattress. I reached down and stroked his cock over his pants before sliding my hand inside and gripping it, feeling its warmth and girth in my small hand. He let out a groan as I stroked up and down his cock with my hand. I pulled my hand out and slid down his sweatpants so that I could see. Enzo must have seen the surprise on my face when I saw how big he was, because he chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows. “Scared?” he said. I shook my head, licking my lips. “Can I taste it?” I whispered, to which he nodded, his dark eyes fixed on mine. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside, slowly working my lips and tongue up and down the shaft. It was awkward at first — I had never done this before — but the sounds that Enzo was making told me that I was doing a good job. We laid naked together beneath the sheets, our limbs tangled together. Enzo spit on his hand and rubbed it along his shaft, pressing the head against me to go inside. I flinched at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself, and pulled my panties on. There was something different about Enzo now that we had had sex; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral?

Nina It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had sex on. As I laid in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given my virginity to a near-stranger? A playboy? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the sex was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the alcohol from the night before. I groaned and rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Men are trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after we had a one night stand? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her blonde hair around her finger. “Are you excited for the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light, or a result of the alcohol. Enzo had his arms folded across his muscular chest as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his brown eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leapt up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the livestreams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes and stuck her lower lip out. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice, but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His body is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those muscles just make me wanna bite him!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back; his muscular body, the way he touched and kissed me, how he felt inside of me… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to enter the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we laid in bed together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin.

Nina We entered the arena, which was already packed full with excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold — the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us win again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and platinum blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchange glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa seeing us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular — I think he was the captain of the other team — started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us in bed flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly brown hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how hot Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And a water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His brown eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator?

Nina Just as I thought, Jessica came home an hour later with a frown on her face. “Where did you go?” she said. I looked up from my book as I sat on the couch. Thankfully, I had prepared an excuse beforehand. “My stomach started to hurt,” I replied. “Probably from all the alcohol last night. I couldn’t get through the crowd to make it back to you, so I just decided to come home.” Jessica let out a sigh and walked over to her door. “I hope you’re feeling better now at least, because there’s a party at the fire pit later since we won the game. And don’t even think about saying no! You have to put on a sexy outfit and show Justin what he’s missing.” With that, Jessica disappeared into her room — presumably to get ready for the party. I sent Lori a quick text. “Where u at? U going to that party later?” A few minutes later, Lori replied: “Yeah. I promised Jess.” I put my phone away with a sigh and closed my book. It was already seven o’clock, so the party would probably start in an hour or two. I decided to shower and change. For some reason, as I got ready, I found myself actually caring about looking good… But not to make Justin jealous. I wanted to look good for Enzo. Jessica, Lori and I made our way to the party around nine o’clock. It was located outside, about a mile into the woods behind the school. It was an old campground from the 1970s with several little cabins, which had been cleaned up and repurposed by the students here for generations to use for… Well, you know. At the center of the circle of cabins, there was a large fire pit, where a huge bonfire was already burning and loud music was playing. As we approached, I could see rambunctious boys whooping and throwing beer cans into the fire and flirting with girls. Alongside the fire, guys and girls danced and grinded on each other to the music. “Like a bunch of monkeys,” Lori grumbled. She had her hands stuffed into her pockets and had her hood pulled up. Almost as soon as we arrived, she pulled out a joint and wandered off to go sit and smoke by herself. Jessica and I had become used to this by now, and didn’t mind our strange friend’s loner nature. “You look good, by the way,” Jessica said, nudging me with her elbow. I had picked out a short black dress with tights and boots, and wore a leather jacket on top. I still had my hair in braids, but I put on a little eyeliner and lipstick. Hopefully I wouldn’t cry tonight. “Thanks,” I replied. “You too.” I walked over to a cooler nearby and grabbed a beer while Jessica stopped to flirt with a drunk guy. I took a sip and looked around as I tried to decide whether I wanted to join the dancing or sit by myself. As I stood there, trying to decide what to do, I overheard what sounded like angry voices coming from inside one of the cabins. I was nothing if not a bit nosy, and nonchalantly walked over to the cabin, pretending to look at my phone while I eavesdropped. “Listen, I think I made it pretty fucking clear that I was just having fun!” I recognized that voice immediately: it was Lisa. And with her was none other than… “I broke up with my girlfriend for you! You said we would get together!” Justin. I heard Lisa scoff. “I never said that,” she replied. “Besides, you knew what you were getting into. Why would I make things exclusive with you when I could pick any guy I wanted? Ugh, you’re pathetic.” “Oh yeah? Any guy, huh?” Justin said. “How about Enzo, then? Everyone knows you’re still pissed that he broke up with you. So why don’t you go out there and ask him to dance, since you’ve apparently got the pick of the litter?” I heard the sound of stomping across floorboards, and then the door swung open. Lisa looked down at me from the top of the steps with a smirk. “If you’re gonna eavesdrop, at least don’t make it so fucking obvious,” she said, then flipped her hair over her shoulder and jogged down the steps. I followed her with my gaze all the way to the fire pit, where Enzo was standing and drinking while a group of girls — Jessica included — fawned over him. “Hey Enzo,” Lisa said in a sing-song voice, her ponytail bobbing as she sauntered up to him. Most of the other girls at this university wouldn’t dare walk up to Enzo so nonchalantly with so many girls around him, but seeing as Enzo and Lisa used to date, it wasn’t entirely unexpected of her. “Hey,” Enzo replied. Much to my surprise, his eyes flickered to me briefly over Lisa’s shoulder. I felt like he was looking into my soul again, but it was over quickly when he looked back at Lisa. Lisa folded her arms across her chest — no doubt pushing her breasts together — and rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes. “Wanna dance?” she said. “I haven’t had a dance partner yet tonight.” Enzo frowned and took a swig of his beer, looking Lisa up and down. Around them, people began to watch the scene. “We broke up ages ago, Lisa,” Enzo said. Lisa dropped her hands to her sides and balled them up into fists. “Aw, come on!” she said. “You can’t tell me you don’t miss this.” She gestured to her body, which was still dressed in her tight cheerleader uniform. Enzo simply shrugged and returned to his conversation with the other girls as though Lisa wasn’t even there. With a huff, Lisa stormed off. When she was gone, however, his gaze traveled over to me once more and fixed on me. His eyes almost seemed to glow again, and I felt afraid all of a sudden. I involuntarily dropped my beer and quickly walked away, making for a spot behind one of the unoccupied cabins. I just needed a few minutes alone, and then I could return… Hopefully Enzo would have his eyes set on another girl by then. “Hi, Nina.” I practically jumped out of my skin at the sound of Enzo’s voice behind me. I whirled around to face him; blocking the light of the fire with his huge body, he looked somewhat menacing in the darkness. Something else occurred to me, though… When we met at the bar, we had never exchanged names. How did he know my name? Wordlessly, I tried to step around him to go back to the fire as this whole interaction made me feel uneasy. However, Enzo blocked my path and folded his arms. “Why are you avoiding me?” he said, sounding a little hurt. I stopped and bit my lip, peering around him to see Jessica dancing by the fire with a new boy. “I’m not avoiding you,” I said. Enzo sighed and unfolded his arms. “It sure seems like it,” he replied. “You left so abruptly last night.” “What do you want me to say?” I whispered so that no one could hear if they were eavesdropping. “You had your one night stand with me. You never see girls more than once. You should be thanking me, because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a playboy who only sleeps with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school and a playboy, thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we slept together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.”

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Years after graduation, someone suddenly mentioned me in our class group chat. [Ashlynn, Mr. Lopez is gravely ill. Aren’t you going to show some gratitude? How ungrateful you are!] It wasn’t until I saw the fundraiser that I even knew about it. Our high school homeroom teacher, Henson Lopez, was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and our class beauty, Nicole Courtenay, was organizing donations and a match for a bone marrow transplant. [I’m donating ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Evergreen Valley Hospital, and I’ve already arranged for a private room for Mr. Lopez.] The moment that message popped up, accusations from my old classmates started pouring in. [You accused Nicole of giving you an STD, and she let it slide. Now you’re trying to steal her thunder? You’re so fake!] [This isn’t a joke! Why can’t you stop lying?] Nicole quickly jumped in, trying to ease the tension: [Ashlynn, I won’t hold the past against you, but don’t pretend to be the director’s wife.] [I’ve already arranged for his surgery and room. And I’ll donate another one hundred thousand dollars to Mr. Lopez.] I felt a mix of anger and amusement. Back then, it was Nicole who had crossed out her name on the test results, blaming me for having an STD. I didn’t call her out on it, and now she was playing the victim here. Nicole posted pictures in the chat group of herself and her so-called husband, the hospital director, in his luxury car. I laughed when I saw the man in the passenger seat. It was Jerry Davidson, my husband’s driver. “When did he become a hospital director?” I thought. After reading all the messages in the group chat, I called Jerry to ask him to drive me to the hospital. But Jerry said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Delgado, I’ve already taken the day off with Mr. Delgado. I’ve got some personal matters to attend to. But I can send Lanny to take you, if that’s alright.” Jerry had worked for my family for ten years, always diligent and never once slipping up. I couldn’t understand how he’d gotten mixed up with someone like Nicole. Though puzzled, I had Lanny Turner come pick me up. On the way, I bought a lot of imported supplements. When I arrived, there was already a crowd gathered outside the VIP room where Henson was undergoing tests for the transplant. Everyone was fawning over Nicole. “Nicole, you’re not just beautiful, you’re so capable too. You are lucky to marry a hospital director!” “He became a director at such a young age! He’s got a bright future ahead of him.” “Yeah! I heard he’s a specialist in treating rare diseases. With him on board, Mr. Lopez will definitely be alright!” “Nicole, you’re truly amazing! When’s the wedding? We’ve got to be there to celebrate!” They crowded around Nicole, showering her with praise. She was basking in it. With a broad smile, Nicole smiled, inviting them to her wedding next month at the Seraphine Hotel. When they heard she was holding her wedding at the city’s grandest hotel, the compliments started all over again. I rolled my eyes at their sycophantic nonsense and ignored them, carrying my supplements directly into the hospital room. Nicole spotted me, though. She greeted me with a bright smile. “Ashlynn, you actually came?” Her words immediately turned the others’ attention to me. However, their tone was anything but friendly. “How dare she show her face? Back then, she was living so recklessly that she got an STD and tried to blame it on Nicole.” “If Nicole hadn’t shown us the test results and proved her innocence, we might have believed it!” “How could someone so vile come to see Mr. Lopez? I can’t stand being near her for even a second!” They kept throwing the word “vile” around like I was some kind of walking disease. I felt nothing but cold indifference. Back then, a confirmed diagnosis of an STD had surfaced in class. Because both Nicole and I had visited the school nurse, Nicole claimed the test results were mine. Later, Henson pulled me aside and explained that the results were Nicole’s, but her family was so strict that if her parents found out, she might’ve been badly punished. He asked me to keep it quiet. Since I was already about to leave the country to study abroad, I let it go. But I never imagined Nicole would still have me carrying that burden after all these years. I didn’t want to get into it with these people, so I walked into the hospital room, planning to drop off the supplements and leave. But Nicole suddenly slapped me hard across the face. “Ashlynn, you’ve got some nerve! You caught that disease, and now you’re here, bringing supplements for Mr. Lopez? Are you trying to infect him on purpose? “All these years, and you haven’t changed one bit. Do you plan to use your sickness to harm others now?”

Nicole’s slap left me momentarily stunned. When I regained my composure, I shot back, “What gives you the right to say I have an STD?” Nicole’s face twisted into a mocking smirk as she pulled out a sheet of paper and flung it in my face. “Still playing dumb?” “I’ve got everyone’s test results right here! With your disease, there’s no way you can donate to Mr. Lopez!” My name was printed clearly on the paper, followed by a string of unsettling medical terms. The classmates who glanced at it immediately looked at me with disgust. “You filthy woman! With all those dangerous diseases, how dare you come here? Do you want to spread them around?” “Nicole even defended you earlier, telling us not to embarrass you over what happened back then!” “I can’t believe you’re this shameless. Are you trying to infect Mr. Lopez with your disease?” “Scum like you deserves a good beating!” A few bulky male classmates rushed toward me, kicking me hard to the ground. Then, the punches and kicks rained down. My head hit the floor with a sickening thud, leaving me dizzy. Before I could react, two more brutal kicks landed on my face. Filthy shoe prints covered my swollen cheeks, making them puff up like bread dough. But they didn’t stop there. One of them pointed at my jewelry. “Look! Her earrings are just like Nicole’s!” “How could they be the same? Nicole’s married to a hospital director. She’s just a cheap woman who’s been used by countless men! Or have you forgotten how she pretended to be Nicole, claiming she was the director’s wife in the class chat?” “No way her stuff is real.” “Fake! Rip it all off her! Don’t let her keep fooling people!” The female classmates swarmed me, their hands snatching my earrings, hairpins, and necklace. Their long nails scratched my face, tearing chunks of hair from my scalp. They didn’t stop there, though—they reached for my clothes. “Let’s strip this whore! She loves showing off, doesn’t she?” “Exactly! With all those STDs, who knows how many men she’s been with!” “I didn’t!” I struggled to fight back, but there were too many of them. I was no match. Within moments, my expensive jacket was torn to shreds, leaving me in just my underwear. I curled up into a ball, trying to shield what little dignity I had left, overwhelmed by humiliation. But they weren’t done. They dragged me into the middle of the crowd and poured the supplements I’d brought all over my head. The sticky liquid coated me from head to toe, making me look utterly defeated. Passersby stopped to gawk, pointing and whispering. Nicole, arms crossed and looking self-righteous, spoke up, “Ashlynn, just admit you’re sick. If you confess before you infect Mr. Lopez, maybe I can convince everyone to forgive you.” I was about to snap back when someone shouted, “Mrs. Lopez is here!” Paulina Lopez was Henson’s wife and our school nurse. She had just arrived. She was the one who diagnosed Nicole with the STD all those years ago. I saw a glimmer of hope.

Paulina greeted Nicole gently, her voice calm and warm. “Nicole, what are you doing here? “You’re about to marry the hospital director. Why are you acting so impatient?” Nicole instantly slipped back into her sweet and graceful demeanor, linking her arm with Paulina’s affectionately, though the scornful look in her eyes as she glanced at me didn’t waver. “Mrs. Lopez, it’s not that I’m being impatient. Ashlynn was shameless! “She knows full well she has an STD, but she’s pretending not to and even showed up for the donor match, trying to infect Mr. Lopez!” Paulina’s expression immediately darkened. She turned toward me, her tone sharp and filled with anger. “Ashlynn! This is outrageous!” My classmates joined in, chiming one after another. “That’s right! She did the same thing back then, got an STD and blamed it on Nicole!” “I always knew she was trouble! People like her deserve punishment!” For a moment, Paulina seemed to hesitate. I held onto a faint hope that she might reveal the truth. After all, she had been the one who examined Nicole back then. But it was clear she was determined to cover things up. “Wasn’t that incident years ago? Sure, it was wrong of Ashlynn to accuse Nicole, but Nicole didn’t hold it against her. Let’s not bring it up again. “Ashlynn, apologize to Nicole, and pay Henson one hundred thousand dollars in damages. Then we’ll call it even.” I was stunned. It was clear now. I realized that Nicole must have told Paulina that the VIP room and the doctors were arranged by her, using her so-called status as the hospital director’s fiancée. And Paulina, believing her, played along, blaming everything from the past on me. As for my outraged classmates, they were clearly fooled by Nicole’s lies about her engagement to the hospital director. That was why they felt justified in humiliating me. But what they didn’t know was that Nicole wasn’t the director’s wife at all. She was a complete fraud. Wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, I looked Paulina squarely in the eyes and said, “I won’t apologize. You know exactly whose name was really on that medical report! I even have her…” I nearly blurted out the whole truth about what happened back then. But Nicole dug her nails into Paulina’s arm. Paulina rushed forward, slapping me hard across the face and raising her voice to scream at me. “You filthy liar! Even now, you still refuse to admit it! “Looks like we’ll have to teach you a lesson today! Take her outside!” At Paulina’s command, my classmates swarmed me and dragged me out of the hospital. Lanny, who was waiting for me outside, was startled when he saw my bruised and battered state. He rushed over, his voice full of concern. “Mrs. Delgado, are you alright?” His words, however, only triggered fits of laughter from the crowd. “Did I hear that right? Someone actually respects this woman?” “Ashlynn, you’re quite the actress! First, you pretend to be the hospital director’s wife, and now you’ve hired some guy to act like you’re rich. Is that how you trick old men into sleeping with you?” “That’s not all! Her car looks just like Nicole’s! Probably rented from some dealership!” “Smash it! Let’s see how much this fake diva has left when we’re done with her!” At Nicole’s signal, the crowd surged forward, picking up bricks from the side of the road and hammering them against my luxury car. Lanny tried to stop them, but they shoved him aside. They even started beating him, punching his face over and over. “You like making money, don’t you? Here’s a chance to earn big!” “We’ll beat you to a pulp, and you can sue this slut for medical fees!” “You’d do anything for money! You deserve every hit!” Lanny and I were both treated with cruelty beyond imagination. The luxury car parked next to us was soon wrecked beyond recognition. Suddenly, someone noticed the pile of imported medication in my trunk and pulled them out. My heart sank. These were special medicines I had brought from abroad for my mother-in-law. I planned to drop them off at the hospital today as a favor. I never expected them to be discovered like this. Someone read the label aloud. “Sildenafil… Isn’t this Viagra?”

“Disgusting! She must be sleeping around. Why else would she keep something like Viagra in her car?” “She’s ready for it anytime, anywhere. What a shameless woman!” “I don’t even want to touch this stuff. It’s revolting!” Someone let go of the box, and the bottle of pills crashed to the ground. “No!” I tried to stop it, but it was too late. The glass bottle shattered, scattering its contents everywhere. I scrambled over, desperately searching for any unbroken pills, but Nicole kicked the box out of my reach. “Ashlynn, you’re still pretending you don’t have an STD?” “You carry drugs like that with you, and you’re still playing innocent?” Rage coursed through me. I glared at Nicole with all the fury I could muster, and through clenched teeth, I warned her. “You’ll pay for everything you’ve done!” Nicole’s laughter echoed around us. She clutched her stomach, pointing at me as she spoke to the crowd. “Did you hear that? She’s still threatening me!” “Nicole, how can a filthy woman like her dare threaten you? You’re the hospital director’s wife!” “If she gets on Nicole’s bad side, no doctor in this city will treat her STD.” “She’s so spoiled by her sugar daddies. She doesn’t even know her place anymore. I say we teach her a lesson, and she’ll learn quickly!” They grabbed a large bucket of tar nearby and began walking toward me. Fear filled my eyes as they closed in. Just then, a familiar Ferrari screeched to a stop beside us. Out stepped my driver and also Nicole’s boyfriend, Jerry. The sleek car immediately drew everyone’s attention. “Wow, the hospital director’s really rich! His family even has Ferraris!” “Nicole, you’re so lucky! When you officially marry the director, don’t forget about us, your old friends!” Nicole soaked in the praise, her face glowing with pride. “Of course! If any of you need help in the future, just let me know. My husband’s connections go far and wide!” The crowd erupted in thanks, their compliments becoming even more exaggerated. Nicole linked arms with Jerry and teased, “Honey, why are you so late? There’s this filthy woman here hiding the fact that she has an STD and trying to spread it to everyone!” Jerry’s face hardened with anger. “Who dares to bully my girlfriend? “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure they pay.” Nicole beamed at his promise, pulling him toward me. She pointed at me with glee in her eyes. “There’s no need, babe. I’ve already punished this wretch. But she still won’t admit she has an STD and even tried to frame me!” The others nodded in agreement. “That’s right! She even pretended to be the wife of the Evergreen Valley Hospital director. Absolutely shameless!” Jerry’s rage reached its peak. He didn’t care that I was already beaten and bruised; he grabbed my face, ready to lay into me. But as he pushed aside the hair covering my face, he froze. His voice trembled as he spoke. “Mrs. Delgado? How can it be you?”

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I was wearing my pajamas, carrying groceries from the supermarket as I walked home. That was when Randell Deleon appeared in his luxurious sports car. He sneered. “Is this what you call a better choice? Did you become a maid after leaving me?” Before I could respond, a child suddenly rushed over and hugged my leg. “Mommy, who is this strange man?” Randell’s eyes widened in fury as he stormed toward me. “Is he my child?” I shook my head. “We’ve been apart for five years. There’s no way I could have a three-year-old boy with you.” I never imagined I would run into Randell like this again. I was in baggy coral fleece pajamas. Having just come back from the supermarket, I was surrounded by bags of groceries. At a nearby table, a child was munching on fried chicken. I felt Randell’s icy gaze bore down on me from above. I awkwardly took a sip of the soda in front of me. Randell remained silent. Seconds ticked by, and my part-time job was about to start. Finally, I broke the silence. “Randell…” I hesitated, unsure what to call him. I looked at him in his tailored suit. In the end, I managed to say, “Mr. Deleon, I have things to do. If you don’t need anything, I’ll take the child and leave.” “Mr. Deleon?” Randell repeated my words, his deep voice carrying a nonchalant tone. He sounded casual, but I shivered. Alistair Schultz was always perceptive. He put down her burger and tugged at my sleeve. “Mommy, when are we going home?” I quickly followed her lead. “Mr. Deleon, he wants to go home. We can talk another time.” I stood up, but Randell trailed behind us. “I drove here; let me give you a ride back.” I thought he probably just wanted to see where I lived now, to check how miserable my life had become. Randell’s luxury car parked in front of our shabby community immediately attracted a lot of attention. I hurriedly thanked him and dashed upstairs. But when I came down after changing, I saw Randell’s car still there. He leaned against the car door, a cigarette dangling from his lips. I froze, wondering, “When did he start smoking?” However, I had no time to ponder. I was running late for work. I tried to pretend I hadn’t seen Randell as I walked past him. “Where are you in such a hurry to go? Let me give you a ride.” I paused, glancing at the time on my phone. Being late meant a 100-dollar fine. I had only twenty minutes left. “Then I’d appreciate it. To Seraphine Manors.” Randell’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his brow furrowing as he looked at me. “What are you going there for?” I wasn’t surprised by his reaction. Seraphine Manors was the wealthy district of Undulis. It was almost an entirely different world from my run-down neighborhood. I bit my lip, giving him what I thought was my most charming smile. “Just like you said, to be a maid.” Randell fell silent again, driving quietly, but his lips were pressed together, revealing his discontent. As we reached the entrance of the community, I heard him say just as I opened the car door, “Do you regret your decision?” I looked into his deep eyes, a serene smile on my lips. “I never regret.” Randell and I met in college. A girl from an ordinary family and a highborn heir shouldn’t have crossed paths. Yet, I, a delivery girl, stumbled into a group of wealthy young men betting amongst themselves. As I pushed open the door to the private room in the bar, all eyes turned toward me. After a brief silence, they erupted into mocking laughter. “Wow! I told you Randell was lucky! Even a delivery girl can be this beautiful!” “Quick! Randell, it’s your turn!” Randell stepped forward amidst their laughter. I recognized him. He was the campus heartthrob. He was the sole heir of the Deleon Group and a prince charming in the eyes of many girls. With a confident smile, he approached me. “Want to go out with me?” I sighed, handing him the fried chicken I was delivering. “Your delivery has arrived.” After saying that, I turned to leave, afraid of causing any trouble. Since there were many universities around, most of my delivery customers were students. I often encountered situations like this. Fearing trouble, I fled.

The next day, I had no morning classes and slept until noon. As I walked to the cafeteria, I noticed people staring and whispering about me. I had no idea what was happening. Suddenly, the belle of the dance department blocked my path, sizing me up from head to toe. Then she laughed contemptuously. “So, you’re Eleanore Schultz?” Without warning, she slapped me. “I’ll tell you this. I have my eye on Randell. You look so innocent. I can’t believe you dared to steal the man I want.” I had thought Randell was her boyfriend or something, but I soon realized that she was just carrying a torch with him. I never sought trouble, but I wouldn’t let anyone bully me. I grabbed her hair and yanked it back, slapping her hard before pushing her away. But her friends outnumbered me, and they shoved me aside. I thought I was about to get hit when, unexpectedly, I fell into a warm embrace. Looking up, I saw Randell had caught me. My instinct was to break free. He whispered in my ear, “If you don’t want trouble, just listen to me. She knows gang members.” Randell’s words were half true, half not. I couldn’t tell what was real, but fear crept in. I timidly hid behind him, all my earlier bravado vanishing. And so, Randell stayed by my side, claiming it was to protect me. After spending a semester together, I gradually developed feelings for him. We enjoyed several wonderful years of campus life. I thought we would be happy forever. But what happened next proved I was too naïve. On graduation day, I met Randell’s mother, Makayla Deleon. Her grandeur made me feel instantly small. “I heard your parents passed away. Your sister, Denisse, has congenital heart disease and is in the hospital?” I didn’t expect Makayla to bring this up right away. People saw me as lively and ambitious, but I carried my own burdens. My sister, Denisse Schultz, had been hospitalized since my freshman year. My parents worked tirelessly to save money for her treatment. In a tragic accident due to fatigue, they lost their lives. “I can give you a million dollars if you stay away from my son.” I never thought the drama from television would play out in my life. I knew I should toss the check back at her and tell her my relationship with Randell couldn’t be measured in money. But just two days ago, I received a call from Denisse’s doctor. He told me a suitable heart had become available. If I could pay the fees within a week, Denisse could undergo surgery. Taking a deep breath, I accepted the check. “Fine, I’ll take it.” “Eleanore! Are you really giving up on us for a million dollars?” Hearing his voice made me realize Randell had been eavesdropping on my conversation with Makayla. His eyes were red, fixed on me with intensity. I was afraid to meet his gaze. I could only look down and walk away quickly. He grabbed my wrist tightly. Randell’s voice trembled, “If you say this is false, I’ll believe you.” I took a deep breath, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace. “Randell, I never liked you. I was with you just to get money. I’m leaving with your mother’s check. Please don’t chase after me, okay?” After saying that, I hurried away. I didn’t dare look back at him. After the surgery, Denisse’s heart rejected the transplant. Shortly after giving birth to Alistair, she passed away. Facing Alistair, who also had congenital heart disease, Denisse’s husband chose to leave. And I took on the responsibility of caring for Alistair.

When I finished work at Seraphine Manors, it was already past ten in the evening. Under the dim streetlights, Randell was still standing there. The ground was littered with cigarette butts. I approached and asked softly, “Why are you still here?” “Where’s the father of your child? He just left you to work this late?” “He’s gone.” Randell slammed his fist against a nearby tree, blood immediately trickling down his hand. “Randell, what are you doing?!” He muttered an expletive under his breath. “You left me for a million dollars, and now you’ve chosen a man like that? If you were with me, you could have had wealth and luxury! You wouldn’t have to live like this, with no dignity, working as someone’s maid!” I didn’t argue back. I whispered, “But I never regret it.” I felt that if I could go back, I would still choose that check without hesitation. Randell was furious. “Eleanore! Fine! You’re really something else!” After we parted that day, I thought I would never see Randell again. But fate seemed unwilling to let me go. I continued my routine, preparing dinner for Alistair after work, then heading to Seraphine Manors. As I changed in the storage room, I unexpectedly ran into Randell. He paused for a moment, then coldly turned his gaze away. He acted as if we had never met. I set out the snacks in front of them. Randell looked at me. “Mrs. Ruiz, I haven’t seen this maid before.” Gerda Ruiz glanced at me. “She’s Eleanore, recommended by a maid who used to work for us. She comes every night to prepare some late-night snacks.” “Really?” “What’s the matter? Randell, I just went upstairs for a bit, and you’re already flirting with my little maid?” The young lady, Lesly Ruiz, came down the stairs. Randell smiled and walked over to her, casually wrapping his arm around her waist. “What are you thinking? Are you jealous?” As he spoke, he playfully tapped Lesly’s nose. Seeing them so close, I felt I had no business being there. I quickly set down the tray and fled to the kitchen. Randell’s presence made my part-time job surprisingly easy that night. When my shift ended, I gathered my things and prepared to leave. I ran into Randell again. In Lesly’s garden, he grabbed my shoulder, covered my mouth with his hand, and pushed me against a tree stump. I couldn’t resist. Lesly’s voice came from behind us. “Randell, where did you go? Randell!” Fear widened my eyes; I was terrified Lesly would see me. Randell bit my earlobe, his warm tongue teasing my neck. He knew full well that was my most sensitive spot. I trembled, my legs giving way as I melted into Randell’s embrace. He laughed playfully, “Eleanore, after all these years, your body still remembers me.” I knew Randell hated me for leaving him for a million dollars. That was why he was deliberately tormenting me, trying to humiliate me. My nails dug deep into my palms. It wasn’t until Lesly left that I finally summoned all my strength to push Randell away. Randell didn’t give me the chance to refuse. He grabbed my face and kissed me fiercely. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Randell seemed even more exhilarated. I struggled to breathe, my consciousness fading. I fought back with everything I had, but it was futile. I felt like a toy being played with at will. Tears of frustration and sorrow streamed down my face uncontrollably. Feeling my tears, Randell finally stopped. I slapped him hard across the face. “Randell, you bastard!”

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I wanted to kill my daughter. I never believed that there were people who were born bad until my daughter was born. When she was two years old, her grandmother was feeding her and she said, “Baby, let me eat a bite of your banana.” She then poked her grandmother’s eyes with fork, and her grandmother was caught off guard and sent to the hospital. When her husband teased her by saying he would take the toy away, she simply threw the toy on the ground and crushed it, screaming as she did so. When she was four years old, her friend’s child came to our house to play. For some reason, the two children started quarreling. When we were trying to comfort them, my daughter went into the kitchen, took out a kitchen knife and threw it directly at the child, almost causing blood to splatter on the spot. She loved to see us panicking. The more we screamed, the happier she was, clapping her hands and giggling. Then she grew bigger and more terrifying. My husband said exhaustedly, “Let’s have a second child.” From the half-open door, a pair of eerie eyes stared at us.

In the aftermath of my son’s birth, my breasts frequently swelled during the breastfeeding phase, intensifying my sexual desires. My husband was engrossed in work and couldn’t fulfill my needs, leading to escalating conflicts between us. In a bid to soothe his wounded pride, he accused me of postpartum syndrome, proposing a specialized therapy abroad to ease my symptoms. Upon our arrival, my husband escorted me to an exclusive physiotherapy clinic. To my surprise, my therapist was a strikingly handsome foreign man. In a moment of heightened emotion, he leaned close. His smile disarmed as he whispered, “Would you like to experience double happiness, madam?” He then proceeded to help me remove my disposable massage pants just as another handsome physiotherapist entered the room… I was a 26-year-old nursing mother. My name was Judy Johnson. After my maternity leave, I resumed my duties at the company, diligently expressing breast milk each day to store in the refrigerator, relying on my husband’s mother, Lily Johnson, to feed it to my son at the right times. Despite my efforts, my breasts would still swell painfully while at the office, forcing me to discreetly relieve the pressure in the bathroom. This predicament drew lewd stares from the single male colleagues, and their gazes made me profoundly uncomfortable. One day, after completing a report and delivering it to my supervisor, William Davis, for review and signature, he called me back. “Judy, your blouse has seen better days. Why don’t you head to the bathroom and freshen up?” With a gentle smile, William pointed to his chest to indicate a stain on my shirt. His kind reminder sent a flush of embarrassment through me. I hastily thanked him and retreated to the bathroom to clean up. Despite his unmarried status, William cut a striking figure, and his charm was not diminished by the fact that he had yet to reach his fortieth year. Yet, he possessed the unmistakable essence of manhood. Even his gentlest caution sent waves of embarrassment washing over me. Upon reaching the bathroom, I hastily grabbed a handful of tissues. With trembling hands, I wiped away the remnants of my disarray. Slipping into the fresh outfit I had brought along, I transformed not just my appearance but gathered my poise. Ready once more, I made my way back to William’s office. This time, standing before William, I felt an inexplicable awkwardness. His focus seemed solely on the report I had submitted. “Very well, no issues. Judy, keep up the good work,” he said. William grinned, signing off on the document. “Thanks!” As I expressed my gratitude and reached for the report, William sipped his coffee. He inquired, “Judy, the company is considering assigning me a new assistant next month. Would you be interested?” His words took me aback. I was aware his current assistant had resigned for personal reasons, but I hadn’t anticipated William would choose me as a replacement. The role didn’t demand exceptional qualifications, yet it offered double the salary and benefits of my current position, with a significantly higher year-end bonus. “Could I manage such a role?” I asked. My heart fluttered with unmistakable excitement. Indeed, such a chance was rare, and the allure was potent; what woman, particularly one who had embraced motherhood, could possibly resist this golden opportunity? “Of course, you’re more than capable.” William assured me with a smile, standing up and placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. His touch sent a jolt through me, prompting an instinctive step back. My heart raced. “But I’ve never been an assistant before. I’m afraid I might not be up to the task.” Despite my interest, I voiced my apprehension. “It’s quite simple, Judy. You’d just need to accompany me on the occasional business trip. Nothing more is required,” William answered. Sensing my concern, William moved closer without my notice. This time, he reached from behind, lightly touching my chin. His gesture, coupled with the suggestive look in his eyes, sent a shiver of fear through me.

“Mr. Davis, I…I need time to consider this,” I stammered. I was caught off guard and swiftly retreated, grabbing the report from the desk. Then I exited his office. In the corridor, I unexpectedly encountered William’s current assistant, Madelynn Smith. She had seen me emerge from William’s office and seemed to have overheard our conversation. With a glance to ensure we were alone, Madelynn pulled me aside and whispered, “Mr. Davis wants you as his assistant, doesn’t he? “But be warned, he’s quite perverse.” With that, she patted my shoulder and left, leaving me rooted in place. When I returned to my workstation, confusion clouded my thoughts. When the workday ended, I hurried home. Lily was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, while my son lay on the bed, wailing. I rushed to feed him and soothed him until he drifted off to sleep. As the clock neared eight, my husband, Jeremy Johnson, arrived. Over dinner, I broached the subject of becoming William’s assistant. After all, stepping into the role of an assistant would tether me to a demanding schedule. Overtime would spill into my evenings, and business trips would claim my weekends. The thought of not being able to return home for my son weighed heavily on my heart. Jeremy’s response was immediate and firm, “Mr. Davis? You mean William Davis? I’ve heard he’s a lecherous pervert. Aren’t you afraid he’ll harass you?” His words left me silent. I had never discussed William with Jeremy, yet Jeremy seemed to know of William. I had toyed with the notion of negotiating for a doubled salary or some such perk, but Jeremy dismissed the idea outright. He was firm, advising me to keep an eye out for new horizons and to switch companies when the moment was ripe. His stance was clear. Under no circumstances should I continue working in proximity to a man of William’s questionable character. With Jeremy’s disapproval, I let the matter rest. After dinner, I tended to our son and indulged in a hot bath before bed. I expected Jeremy to be waiting, but as soon as I slipped into bed, he turned off the lamp, murmuring, “It’s late. Let’s sleep.” I was taken aback. As I tried to snuggle closer, I found his back turned to me, a cold rebuff. This revelation plunged me into a well of dissatisfaction. Reflecting on the day’s earlier encounter, when William’s fingers had brushed against my chin, my lust was reignited. I immediately complained, “Jeremy, do you find me repulsive now? It’s been ages since we had sex. Don’t you desire me anymore?” “I’m just tired. I’m so tired lately,” Jeremy replied. His words immediately doused my ardor. I lay awake through the night. The next day, over lunch, I confided in my best friend, Sarah Blake. After listening, she paused and said, “Judy, could Jeremy be seeing someone else? What man could resist for so long?” Her words were a wake-up call. I pondered, “Could Jeremy really cheat on me?” I didn’t want to believe it, yet the thought gnawed at me. Seeing my distress, Sarah offered a mischievous smile, “If Jeremy won’t satisfy you, why not find someone else? We’re adults; can’t we enjoy ourselves?” “Absurd! I’m not that kind of person!” I interjected, appalled. Despite my turmoil, I remained committed to my values, unwilling to stray.

Two more days of anguish slipped by, with no thaw in the icy distance between Jeremy and me. He worked late, and I was often asleep by the time he returned. On that Thursday, as the workday neared its end, William informed me that a client was visiting and asked me to greet them. Yet, upon arriving at the restaurant, I found no client, only William, casually dressed and smiling in anticipation. “Mr. Davis, weren’t we supposed to meet a client?” I asked with a hint of irritation in my voice. “Judy, relax. Have a seat,” he replied smoothly. “I’ve heard about your recent troubles. The quarrels with your husband lead to your low spirits. How about this? I’ll add 5,000 dollars to your monthly pay, and you can spend weekends with me.” His proposal left me speechless. A whirlwind of confusion swirled within me. Sensing my hesitation, William rose with a smile and positioned himself behind me. His hands gently rested on my shoulders, and his face was inches from mine as he whispered slyly, “If you’re amenable, we could retire upstairs for a while.” As he spoke, his hand moved towards my chest. Panicked, I caught his wrist. In a twist of fate, this moment was witnessed by Jeremy. “Judy, what’s the meaning of this? Are you cheating on me?” Jeremy stormed over, cursing and shoving William to the ground. Fortunately, his two companions restrained him, averting further escalation. When we were back home, a tempestuous argument erupted. I poured out every detail to Jeremy, recounting the reasons for William’s offer. Overwhelmed by a surge of emotion, I found myself sobbing openly. The quarrel subsided, leaving Jeremy to realize the depth of his recent neglect and the injustices I had suffered. He acknowledged the possibility of postpartum syndrome and vowed to take me abroad for a restorative break. Swiftly, Jeremy booked us on a direct flight to Dovie Island for Saturday afternoon under the pretense of seeking postpartum therapy to alleviate my symptoms. I didn’t object, reasoning that a change of scenery might soothe my troubled mind. Upon our arrival in Dovie Island, we indulged in the local cuisine before Jeremy led me to an enigmatic therapy center that evening. The ambiance, including the enchanting lights and the subtle fragrance, instantly calmed and delighted me. “Good evening, Mrs. Johnson. I’m your personal physical therapist. May I begin?” To my surprise, no sooner had I settled onto the therapy couch than a strikingly handsome man with the classic features of foreign descent stepped into the room. His features were finely sculpted, and his accent carried the charm of imperfection. Moreover, his smile was disarmingly enchanting. His eyes, filled with allure, met mine, and I confessed, at that moment, I was utterly captivated. “Please don’t be shy, Mrs. Johnson. Your husband, Mr. Johnson, personally chose me for you,” he explained. Sensing my hesitation, he gently comforted me. As I relaxed, he continued with a smile, “Your husband is taking a stroll now. He’ll return for you in two hours.” I nodded, smiling. Why should I refuse what Jeremy had arranged? The young man’s massage technique was masterful. With every touch, I felt more at ease. Tension melted away. As he finished with my thighs and waist, he leaned close and whispered, “Would you like to experience our special service? It offers double happiness.” My face flushed at his words. Perhaps due to a trick of my hormones, I found myself nodding in agreement. With my silent consent, he smiled and began to remove my disposable massage shorts. At that moment, the door to the therapy room opened again, and another handsome foreign man entered, starting to disrobe.

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I was Amy Lane’s scapegoat, the friend who always took the fall. She wore hickeys on her neck like badges of honor, but when her mother, Cameron Diaz, asked about them, she laughed it off, claiming I was just messing around. While Amy and her boyfriend were out partying, she told everyone it was all for my birthday. When her grades slipped, she pointed fingers at me, insisting I was failing, too. And when Amy found out she was pregnant, she sobbed to Cameron, saying I had dragged her to a bar and slipped something into her drink. Cameron didn’t take kindly to that. She rallied a group of people and came after me, leaving me for dead. But then, I got a second chance at life. Now, Cameron was back at my door, looking like she was ready to throw down again. I couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah, it was me who kissed her, and it was me who drugged her! And you know what? My grades were pretty terrible too. That kid of hers? Who knows, it might just be a loser like her. Better off gone!” ***** Amy was all over her boyfriend, yet she had told Cameron she was spending my birthday at my place. The phone kept ringing. It was Cameron calling. A chill ran through me as Cameron’s voice came through loud and clear. “Felicity, you’re a high school student. Why are you pulling these stunts? Amy has classes tomorrow, and you’re making her stay at your place? “You two are students and should focus on your studies. Even if you’re not interested in learning, you shouldn’t be a distraction to Amy. Amy’s goal is to get into a good university. “And for heaven’s sake, if she’s at your place, at least keep her phone on! We’re worried sick as it is. How can you be so thoughtless?” As I listened to the endless stream of accusations and scorn, my anger simmered. In my past life, I was Amy’s scapegoat, the one her mother always blamed. I remembered a time I went to Amy’s house to drop off some homework. Cameron had seen the love bite on Amy’s neck and asked, “Is that a mosquito bite?” Without missing a beat, Cameron pointed at me and said, “Felicity did that while goofing around.” Cameron gave me a strange look, then told Amy to help in the kitchen, but she really scolded Amy for half an hour. I could hear their conversation from the living room. Most of it was meant to be heard by me, and I was so embarrassed I ran out of the house. Cameron suspected me of being lesbian and didn’t consider me a good student. She just wanted Amy to stay away from me. After that, I had little contact with Amy, but she kept using me as her fall guy. I ended up bearing the brunt of her lies. I ended up bearing the brunt of her lies. Now Cameron was calling again, and I knew without a doubt that Amy had been out with her troublemaker boyfriend again and was using me as her excuse. “Felicity, are you even listening? Have Amy answer the phone!” I snapped out of my thoughts and shouted, “Am…” The phone hit the floor with a thud, and Cameron’s voice grew frantic on the other end. “Felicity? Felicity? Are you there?” I picked up the phone and turned it off. I hummed as I grabbed my bathrobe and headed to the bathroom. Just as I finished drying my hair, there was a pounding at the door. Cameron burst in, followed closely by Amy’s father, Barry Lane. “Amy? Amy? Get out here, you brat!” Facing the aggressive woman, I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. Turning around with a forced smile, I asked, “Mrs. Lane, what brings you here?” “Felicity, what’s going on? Why did you hang up in the middle of our call? Where’s my Amy? Where are you hiding her? Get her out here now!” My eyes were blazing red with fury, and I couldn’t help but sneer, thinking, “How could I possibly hide her?” The truth was hard to keep under wraps. In my past life, Amy ended up pregnant. She sobbed to her mother, blaming me for tricking her into going to a bar and drugging her. Before the police could even start their investigation, her mother had hired people to beat me to death. The pain from that beating was something I could never forget. I had been set for a bright future with my dream university lined up, but Amy’s family had destroyed everything. How could I not harbor hatred?

“Mrs. Lane, how on earth did Amy end up at my place?” I knew that no matter how I tried to explain, it would be pointless. Just like in my past life, Cameron was convinced I had ruined Amy’s life, and she was ready to take her frustrations out on me with her fists. Now, she had made up her mind that I was the one encouraging Amy to stay out late, that I was the bad influence on her daughter. “Felicity, I’m giving you one last chance to hand over my daughter,” Cameron said, her voice dripping with menace. “Mrs. Lane, are you losing your marbles? I didn’t kidnap your daughter. What’s with the late-night drama at my house?” Before I could catch my breath, Amy’s dad, Barry, slapped me hard across the face. The force of it left me dazed, a buzzing echo ringing in my ears. He immediately pulled out a camera and started recording. “I don’t care whose daughter you’re; your dad’s not disciplining you. I’m here to set things straight. And what kind of teachers are we dealing with? Letting someone like you stay in school? I’m calling for your expulsion!” With a swift motion, he sent the video flying into the class group chat. The chat exploded with messages, everyone eager to know what was happening. It seemed Cameron had found her weapon against me, thrusting her phone into my face as she recorded. “This girl is nothing but trouble. My daughter, Amy, has always been a good kid. Felicity was shy and didn’t have many friends, which is why I encouraged Amy to befriend Felicity. But I had no idea she was hiding a heart full of malice, trying to lead my daughter astray! “Let’s not forget the facts. Now she’s encouraging my daughter to stay out all night, turning Amy’s phone off. As a parent, how am I supposed to feel? I’m worried sick about my girl!” Cameron was pleased with the reaction. The chat was flooded with support for her side. [Senior year is crucial; if she gets derailed now, it could ruin her future!] [Absolutely! If my daughter hung out with someone like that, I’d have a meltdown!] [Some parents really don’t take responsibility. Parents should keep a close eye on their kids; there are too many bad influences out there nowadays.] [Children are like delicate flowers, and if they’re getting poisoned, what a shame!] Maybe it was the crowd’s cheers that gave Barry the courage to jump into a group video call. Parents flooded in, eager to watch the spectacle unfold. “Her parents aren’t doing their job, so I’m stepping in,” Cameron declared, grabbing a feather duster from beside the TV. “If you don’t hand over my daughter right now, I won’t hold back!” He pointed the duster at me, his face twisted with rage, as if he wanted to tear me apart. Suddenly, Barry shifted the camera, focusing it on an antique vase in my living room. Someone in the chat recognized it. “Whoa, that vase looks like it’s got some history!” Barry, noticing the shift in attention, scoffed. “What does history matter? Look at how messed up their family is! Who knows how they even got their hands on that vase?” Barry was a construction foreman, used to barking orders at laborers, and he had that typical ‘big man on campus’ attitude. With a flick of his wrist, he smashed the vase, muttering, “Just doing my part to rid the world of scum.” The parents in the video erupted in cheers, finding it all incredibly satisfying. I stood by, watching as he got egged on by the crowd, smashing more of my things. In a moment of desperation, I tried to reason with them, saying, “Amy isn’t even here! You barged into my house and are destroying my property. I’ve already called the police!” Upon hearing that, the crowd fell silent, but a few fearless souls continued to watch the chaos unfold. Cameron, convinced I was hiding Amy, planted her hands on her hips, her arrogance unyielding. “Calling the cops? Good! Maybe they’ll lock you up, and my daughter can finally get back to her studies in peace!”

Most of the parents in the group chat were just there for the drama, ready to watch the chaos unfold. Suddenly, a woman’s voice cut through the noise. “My daughter just told me that this girl doesn’t even live at school! She’s being picked up in luxury cars every day!” That sent shockwaves through the chat, igniting a flurry of comments. I glanced at my phone and saw the name. Nancy Dona’s mom? Nancy was the class activities coordinator, the one who’d once asked me to dress up as a dog for a school event. I found that demeaning and refused, only for her to run to the teacher and report me for skipping out on activities. I’d rather write lines than crawl around like a dog! Nancy and her little clique often snickered at me behind my back, and whenever I got close, they’d burst into laughter and give me those weird looks. If Nancy and I weren’t on good terms, how could she possibly say anything nice to her mother about me? Barry grinned, showing all his teeth. “No wonder you live in a fancy apartment! You’re being spoiled by some sugar daddy! At your age, you should be focused on studying, but I’ll teach you a lesson!” With that, he grabbed a baseball bat from the cupboard and started swinging it around. Within minutes, my living room was a disaster zone, and the noise attracted neighbors who came to see what was going on. Cameron was shouting at the neighbors about how terrible I was, smashing my crystal cabinet with a vengeance. “Look at this! She’s a bad influence on my daughter! If I don’t teach her a lesson today, I’m not called Cameron!” I noticed the teachers were online but completely ignoring the mayhem, and my heart sank. In my past life, I had kept my distance from Amy, but because the teacher had some connection with her family, I was forced to tutor her and even sit next to her in class. That gave Amy countless opportunities to set me up. I managed a tight smile as I picked up my phone and tried calling the teacher. The phone rang endlessly without an answer. I sent him a barrage of desperate messages, but there was no response. After all, he was Amy’s uncle; why would he help me? Then, a lightbulb went off in my head. I decided to announce in the group chat that I was going to give away a big cash prize. Sure enough, it got everyone buzzing, and soon, Charles Quentin popped up in the chat. I quickly typed: [Mr. Quentin, please help me explain to Amy’s parents!] Charles responded almost immediately: [Felicity, you and Amy have always been close. Just tell her parents where she is, and they won’t give you a hard time.] The group erupted in agreement. [Who wants to argue with a young girl late at night? We’re all parents here; let’s put ourselves in her shoes. Just tell us where you’ve taken the kid.] [Exactly! Our kids are sheltered and wouldn’t know how to handle someone with a devious mind.] [Can we get her expelled? One bad apple spoils the bunch!] [Kids today are nothing like we were; when I was a kid, I had to help around the house. Nowadays, they’re pampered and just want shortcuts.] [Let’s not generalize; my kid is well-behaved. If I had a daughter like that, I’d cut ties immediately.] The situation escalated quickly, with parents taking screenshots and recording videos to post online, blaming someone for leading their children astray. The trending topic “Desperate Parents Searching for Their Children” went viral, and discussions about how “humans are inherently good, but poor choices in friends lead to trouble” shot to the top of social media.

Someone in the group chat said, “Hey, let’s go live! Amy’s dad, you should start a stream. If her parents aren’t going to keep an eye on her, we’ll use the internet to hold her accountable. This is getting juicy; we can’t let her keep messing with our kids!” Barry’s eyes lit up, a greedy glint shining through as he eagerly opened the live-streaming app. With his booming voice and righteous indignation, he quickly drew in viewers, the numbers climbing rapidly. The narrative shifted to me being a manipulative villain, a bully targeting innocent girls, and how I was supposedly being supported by some sugar daddy. The online crowd was all too eager to jump on the bandwagon, transforming snippets of hearsay and their limited knowledge into a crusade for justice. They were all too ready to hit that like button, thinking it might just make a difference. Before long, the stream hit the headlines, racking up over 100 thousand viewers. But I felt nothing. I thought to myself, “I’ve already died once. If I’m going to get my revenge, it’s got to be big. I’ve done nothing wrong. Why should I hide? Why should I feel guilty?” I had no regrets about my past; I just wanted to make my voice heard. [Look at this fancy apartment! This little girl is living large and probably being spoiled and rotten! Who knows how much her sugar daddy is giving her each month?] [Parents in our group have already shared that she’s always being picked up by some old guy in a luxury car. I even saw them hugging. So cozy!] [Our kids are so young! How can they resist such temptations? That’s how she’s leading them astray!] Most of the viewers were parents sharing their own stories about how their once-obedient children had turned rebellious after befriending the wrong crowd. One mom lamented: [My kid has gotten so lazy! All his classmates don’t do chores at home, and now he won’t even wash his own underwear!] Then there was the bizarre tale of another parent who had sent their child back to their hometown to live with the grandparents, claiming those kids in their hometown were sheltered and naive, which made their own child overly timid and hesitant. “Today, I’m going to teach this materialistic girl a lesson! Look at her, wasting her youth! Watch me smash her little golden nest!” Barry declared, and his enthusiasm fueled by the stream’s growing popularity. Cameron pinned me to the couch while Barry grinned ear to ear, clearly enjoying the flood of gifts and comments rolling in. He had completely forgotten about his own daughter, blinded by the attention. As I watched him swagger toward my art studio, which housed not only my practice pieces but also some genuine masterpieces, I panicked. “Don’t you dare smash that room! If you do, I won’t let you get away with it!” The more frantic I became, the more excited Barry looked, shooting me a provocative glance. “There’s got to be something juicy in that room! If you want me to kick the door down, just send a big gift!” The sound of notifications chimed incessantly from his phone, and he was practically salivating at the screen. Then, with a loud crash, he kicked the door open. “Now do you believe me, folks? I told you she’s no good! Look at these painting, so disgusting, filthy!” Barry shouted, revealing a mix of scenic landscapes and tasteful nude art. To them, it was all just “filthy.” I fought to keep my composure, desperate to make myself heard. “You’re not even here to find Amy! You’re vandalizing my home, and that’s considered intentional damage! These paintings are worth a lot, and if you ruin them, you’ll be paying for it for years!”

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To save my father, Sean Collins, who was suffering from leukemia, I had an abortion after five months of pregnancy and donated my bone marrow. However, I later discovered that my younger brother, Jack Collins, was also a compatible match. Everyone had been lying to me. Then, I was reborn, back to the day when I was supposed to donate my bone marrow.

When I was diagnosed with acute leukemia, my husband was on vacation with his mistress. He generously gifted his mistress a $2 million watch, but when I asked for $300,000 for treatment, he refused. On the phone, his voice was icy cold. “Alivia, just hearing your voice makes me sick. Do you understand?” “If you want to die, just go ahead. Once you’re gone, I can marry Sofia without the hassle of a divorce!” In that moment, my heart shattered…

Paige Recently, I found myself plagued by an intense itchiness in my most private area, accompanied by an unfamiliar discharge. It had me scared. Shockingly, online search results suggested it might have been due to frequent sexual activity or having multiple partners. But that didn’t make sense. I didn’t even have a boyfriend. The more I read, the more uneasy I felt. I couldn’t bring myself to confide in anyone as I was terrified of the judgmental stares. So, I snuck off to the hospital for a check-up. What I hadn’t anticipated was that my best friend’s brother, Cannon Roth would be the one to see me! Discreetly, I opened my phone, located my friend Allie’s chat, and meticulously compared the photo she had sent me. It confirmed my worst fear. Instantly, embarrassment flooded my cheeks. How could there be a male doctor in gynecology? And to make matters worse, it was Allie’s brother! I had only ever heard Allie mention that her brother was a doctor, but she had never specified gynecology. At that moment, I wanted to bolt. It was just too awkward. But before I could even turn, the door to the consultation room swung open. “Paige Johnson!” I instinctively let out a sound, feeling everyone’s gaze, including Cannon’s. I wished I could just disappear. But leaving then would have only made things worse. With a deep breath, I stepped into the consultation room. Thankfully, Cannon didn’t recognize me. Allie, Cannon, and I had been pretty much inseparable growing up, but after we’d moved on and left for college, I hadn’t kept in touch with him at all. After all these years, we don’t know each other anymore. Thinking this way, I felt a small sense of relief. I would just treat it like any other check-up with a stranger. Just as I began to feel a bit relieved, he dropped a bombshell. “Take off your skirt and lie on the bed,” Cannon said, eyeing my skirt. “I… I have to take off my skirt?” I was beyond shocked. What if he found out I was Allie’s friend? And what if Allie found out? How could I let Cannon do this kind of thing? But now I was caught in a dilemma. I couldn’t just say I was Allie’s friend and refuse his treatment. Then how would he see me in the future? Would he think I led a chaotic private life? And if he happened to develop negative feelings towards Allie in the process, my guilt would be even greater. “It’s just a routine check-up to rule out any potential underlying issues. Early detection leads to early treatment.” He paused for a moment. “In a doctor’s eyes, there’s only the patient, no distinction between genders,” he added, perhaps trying to ease my embarrassment and concern over his gender. At this point, I had run out of excuses to avoid the situation. So, I braced myself. After all, he didn’t know me, and I could pretend not to know him. Plus, what if my condition was serious? What if delaying treatment worsened it? Lying on the hospital bed, I closed my eyes. “Take off your skirt and your underwear.” His voice snapped me back to reality. My face flushed red, and I awkwardly complied, feeling like the whole world was watching. It was as if everyone knew, and my mind was in turmoil. Here I was, undressing in front of Allie’s brother. I wished I could disappear, wished nobody knew me. “Spread your legs.” Oh god! Was I going to expose myself like this to Cannon? Reluctantly, I complied and exposed my most intimate part. I felt mortified, and at that moment, I could sense the intrusion of something.

I felt like a cold instrument was prying open the most private part of me, a place never before seen by a man. The chill sent shivers down my spine. And then it hit me. I needed to pee! At that moment, I wished the ground would swallow me whole. I tried my best to hold it in, but Cannon gave me a reassuring pat. “Relax.” I trembled, almost losing control. Thankfully, Cannon’s examination was gentle. Unlike what I’d read online about doctors being rough, he was nothing like that. His touch was soft, gradually calming me down. But my mind couldn’t stop racing. What if Cannon found out my identity? What if Allie found out? Panic and an indescribable thrill consumed me. No one could be in a more awkward situation than I was at that moment. Unable to resist, I cautiously peeked through the gaps between my fingers, which were covering my eyes. I had to admit Allie’s brother had an excellent face. Even with a mask on, he still looked great. I had seen Cannon’s photos before. He looked handsome in pictures, but in person, he was even more striking, with a remarkable presence. He conducted the examination meticulously and earnestly, treating me like any other patient without a hint of impure thoughts. However, when his fingers entered for the examination, the stark contrast between their warmth and the coldness of the instrument sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t help but tremble, feeling my strength drain away. My body involuntarily squirmed, and his fingers seemed to stick to me like suction cups. It was a sensation I had never experienced before, leaving me feeling light-headed and almost weightless, as if I were floating, disconnected from my body. So, this was what it felt like between a man and a woman during lovemaking. And to think, he was Allie’s brother! My mind, as if a floodgate had been opened, began to entertain increasingly bold thoughts as his examination continued. What if Cannon and I…

My cheeks were burning, probably as red as a tomato. I could feel the heat radiating off them. Would he be more forward if he knew who I was? Would it be even more exhilarating? No one outside could fathom the unique relationship between me and the doctor inside. Suddenly, through the gaps between my fingers, I noticed stains on the blue disposable mattress. The discovery stunned me. I had wet myself in front of Cannon! How could I be so sensitive? I was here for a medical examination. Cannon was just doing his job. How could I react like this? This discovery sent me into a panic, making me feel like the world was slipping away from me. I wanted to get up, but Cannon’s hand gently pressed against my abdomen, the warmth of his palm draining my resistance. I lay back on the hospital bed, feeling too weak to even consider the implications of my relationship with Cannon or think about the future orAllie. All I wanted was for him to have something that could truly come inside, embrace me, melt me, and make us one. My mind went blank, and I didn’t even realize I was biting my lip, letting out soft moans. It was as if I was urging him, tempting him to take control, even if he was Cannon. All I could feel was the incredible comfort below my abdomen, tingling and soothing. It was like my soul had drifted away. I couldn’t believe how uninhibited I had become. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I spotted Cannon holding a mirror, which he had somehow retrieved without me noticing, aimed at my private area. I saw my most intimate parts. It startled me, bringing me back to reality. And then, I realized that the source of my comfort was Cannon’s hand. The instrument had been removed without me noticing. His fingers were completely enveloped by the delicate folds of my flesh, giving me an overwhelming sense of fulfillment. As his fingers moved within me, it felt like they were touching my soul. All I could think about was pulling him close, merging our bodies. As I quivered, I couldn’t help but wonder what was Cannon planning. This was way beyond what a doctor should be doing. I had some vague suspicions, but I didn’t dare to dwell on them too much. He had been Allie’s brother, after all! Despite wanting to resist, my body kept responding to him. It was incredible how comforting this sensation could be. But in my haze, I noticed Michael’s white coat had disappeared, and he stood before me completely naked. His movements became rougher, and his eyes seemed bloodshot and excited like he wanted to consume me. Listening to his heavy breaths and deep voice, I trembled. Even though he was Allie’s brother, I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore. Suddenly, I felt a surge of rush . As long as I kept quiet, who would know? I looked up, my gaze soft. Suddenly, my legs instinctively wrapped around Cannon’s waist. He leaned in closer, locking eyes with me, his expression carrying a hint of an unreadable smile. “Paige, You’re soaked…”

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Margot“Daddy, please don’t do this.” My father ignores my pleas and shrugs off my hand, grimacing and brushing his sleeve as if my fingers have dirtied him. The one man in my life who is supposed to love and protect me no matter what has betrayed me. Again. My father pushes me out of the SUV’s open door. I fall to my knees on the dirt road in front of a huge warehouse. I glimpse the busted-out, cracked windows lined with brown paper bags. My heart pounds, and my vision swims. This can’t be happening. He yanks me to my feet. “Get the fuck up.” There’s nothing. No sign, no cars, no people. And no lights other than the full moon and a single red light above the door. His grip pushes the thin gold bracelet deep into my wrist. I’ve worn it for the past five years. Ever since I was thirteen—when I was supposed to get my dragon. It’s kept me from reaching her ever since. I don’t even know if I can, if I even have a dragon. I’ve read that some people born to dragon shifters never get their dragon because our genes aren’t strong enough anymore. “Please,” I whisper. “Why does it have to be me?” He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me close to speak into my ear. “Keep your mouth shut.” I already know the answer. It’s because I remind him too much of my mother. My stepmother and her daughters have taken any scraps of love my father might have had for me and used them all up. Just like they’ve used up all of his wealth. I’m not the one who’s put him in debt, but I’m the one he’s going to sell to get out of it. Dragons are supposed to be possessive, to protect and hoard their belongings. But it’s clear my father didn’t get that gene when it came to me. As soon as I turned eighteen, my father announced he was selling me. At the enormous metal door, he knocks. A small window slides open. “Name?” comes a male voice from inside. “Winston Brummel.” The window snaps shut, and the door opens toward us. My father yanks me in behind him. A skinny man with tattoos up his neck and slicked-back dark hair sits behind a podium. I catch of a glimpse of his dragon in his eyes as he looks me over and his pupils turn to vertical slits. He has a little black notebook in his hand and turns to my father. “Item number Fifty-Two,” my father says. The man eyes the bruises on my arm, makes a notation in his little black book, and motions my father to head down a long, dark hallway. It opens into a large room that takes my breath away. Sparkling crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and bottles of fancy-looking liquor line the mirrored back bar in the corner. Barely dressed women are making drinks for men in expensive tuxedos. Opposite us is a large stage in front of rows of plush loveseats, high-back chairs, and assorted couches. I’ve always known my father was rich—most dragons are—but this is more than I could have imagined. An older man walks up, leering at me as a server passes by with drinks on a black acrylic tray. The man reaches out and grabs her ass, but she doesn’t so much as glance our way, just continues walking as if his assault is expected. He has a thin black line of mustache and a balding head that shines under the lights. I shudder as he flicks his tongue out at me repeatedly like a snake trying to taste its prey. I haven’t been around humans much. This man looks…weak, is the only way I can describe him. But also like he’s used to getting whatever he wants. However he wants it. He’s wealthy, like my father, and the men he invites to our home. “I heard you were bringing a treat to the auction tonight, and you didn’t disappoint, Winston. This one looks delightful.” The man licks his thin lips and scans the bruises on my arms, souvenirs from my stepmother and half-sisters. “She even looks a little broken in, too. Just like I prefer them. How do you make the marks stay, though? She is of your kind, isn’t she?” I don’t want this man to like me, and I try to step behind my father even though I know he’ll offer no protection. The man reaches out to stroke a chilly finger along my arm. Not surprisingly, Father lets him. He grins. “She’s definitely of my kind.” He lifts my arm to show off my bracelet. “Hexed gold with a dragon slayer’s blood in the core. She’s powerless to access her dragon.” Klaus looks intrigued. “Can she remove it?” My father snorts. “Not a chance. It’s permanent, and I killed the witch who placed it to be doubly sure.” Klaus swipes his tongue over his lips. “Any restrictions on the merchandise?” “None. Once it’s sold, I never want to see or hear about it again. Do what you please. No returns, of course.” “Of course,” Klaus coos. “So, I can dispose of it in any means I desire. That’s promising.” The blood rushes out of my head, and the room starts spinning. I knew I was being auctioned off to become a rich man’s sex slave, but this is worse. Anyone who buys me can do whatever they want with me. Even kill me. For years, I’ve yearned to be free of my father’s rage and the abuse from his beloved second family…but not like this. “You never want to see it again? Did I hear you correctly, Brummel?” A new voice. Deep, dripping with chocolate and honey and savage, almost like a growl. Unexpected warmth rushes through me and stirs low in my belly. The gold bracelet burns me. I have practice holding back my cries when I’m being hurt, but I’ve never felt a pain like this. This man swivels to look at the sound of my tiny whimper. His blue eyes pierce mine. Another slow roll of sensation centers between my thighs. Fresh pain stings me, but this time, a pleasure echoes with it. I barely suppress a moan that I can’t tell is of fear…or something else. This man is more dangerous than Klaus.

MargotI can’t stop staring at him. Hair the color of black licorice brushes the cheekbones of his perfectly tanned face, and his suit looks stupidly expensive. His white button-up shirt shows a peek of a chiseled chest, and I’m angry with myself for not looking away. He intrigues me and disgusts me at the same time. I fight the butterflies swirling in my stomach as he looks me up and down, his eyes flashing amber with his dragon. As if he’s hungry. And…is that a hint of smoke coming from his nostrils? “Whoever wins her can do whatever they want with her.” Father gives the man a snide grin. “If you want her, you’ll have to pay big, Harrison. No returns or refunds on this one.” The sound of disgust in his voice sends wave after wave of shame boiling inside me. If my own father despises me enough to do this, to sell me, what are the chances anyone here will find enough value in me to buy me? And what will he do to me then, if I can’t even earn him the money he needs? Harrison steps toward me. He’s so close I can feel his body heat as he slides a finger down my cheek. A swirl of emotion twists around my spine before he pinches my chin between his fingers. His grip is hard, just shy of hurting me. A look I can’t interpret shines in his eyes. That hidden spot between my thighs tingles, and his nostrils flare—definitely a wisp of smoke this time. Almost imperceptible. Embarrassed heat floods me. He’s scenting me, and the sensation between my legs tells me exactly what he can smell. Again, my wrist burns. I don’t understand what’s happening to me—only that I want it to stop and also wish it will never go away. “I can’t imagine possessing something as exquisite as this and ever letting it go.” He squeezes my chin just a bit harder, until my lips part. He studies my open mouth with narrowed eyes. Assessing. Calculating. Roughly, he pushes my face away from his touch, and I almost stumble. Without a word, Harrison stalks toward the black leather couch near the center of the stage. He sits in the middle, his ankle over his knee and one arm draped across the back of the couch as he looks at his phone. “You might be worth more than I thought, Margot.” “Who was that?” “Shut up.” Father yanks me to a chair in front of the stage. “Bidding’s about to begin.” A man in a long, black, hooded robe steps up to a podium holding a black gavel. “First up, we have Item Thirty-Seven, a seventeen-year-old virgin. Human. Natural red hair and blue eyes. And yes, the carpet does indeed match the drapes.” There’s a smattering of chuckles, and my stomach rolls. They’re selling humans here, too, not just dragons? I look around at the men and women in their expensive clothes, laughing like this is some kind of party. I guess to them, it is. No more outrageous than buying a painting or a pony. “This item is lease-only for thirty days. Item must be returned to the owner without any permanent marks, tattoos, or scars of any kind. Item has a clean bill of health. As with all of our auction items tonight, our doctor can verify innocence for a small fee before leaving the premises if the winning bidder so desires.” No returns. Father’s words echo in my head. Terror dries my throat and freezes me solid. Wildly, I look around and spot Harrison on the black couch. He’s not looking at his phone now. His avid gaze, flashing amber, is pinned… On me. The ringing in my ears drowns out everything, and I can’t focus on anything happening around me. Girl after girl is paraded across the stage, the auctioneer listing their “attributes.” Virgin. Slightly broken-in. Experienced in extreme BDSM. Permanent marks permitted on torso only. Lease-to-own available. I don’t understand any of this. Who are these women? Some human, some dragons, all beautiful and terrified and broken. They can’t all belong to rich families down on their luck, can they? I hate the moment of hope that fills me at the thought—that I am not alone in my humiliation. “For our final auction, we present…Item Fifty-Two. Bidding starts at one hundred. Do I have one hundred thousand?” My legs are jelly as Father hands me off to the escort who leads me onstage. I don’t want to, but I look out into the crowd. I need to see what sort of people are out there and who will bid on me. Who might own me. Men and women of all ages stare back at me, assessing me, judging me, whispering to each other. One woman even holds a baby, and bile chokes me. Some prepare numbered signs to place a bid, including that man, Harrison. “Five hundred thousand!” Klaus yells, and I cringe. “Do I hear six hundred thousand?” The auctioneer pauses, and another sign pops up. “Do I see seven hundred thousand? Does anyone want to pay seven hundred thousand for this premium virgin? She’s yours to keep! No returns on this item.” “One million!” Klaus raises his number. My breath catches. Dear Goddess, please don’t let him win me. I close my eyes, to stop myself from fainting. “I am personally taking Item Fifty-Two as a Tribute,” Harrison’s dark honey and chocolate voice says. I open my eyes. Icy fire burns my wrist. My moan is lost as gasps scatter around the room, the whispers rising to a suffocating white noise. Tribute? What does that even mean?

Harrison What the fuck did I just do? Do I really intend to take this woman—the daughter of one of the most despicable pieces of shit I’ve ever met, as a Tribute? “Tribute? Harrison, be reasonable!” the dirtbag whines. “She’s worth a mill—” I take two steps toward him as my dragon rumbles, shining through my eyes, black scales rippling across the backs of my hands. I’m bigger than this prick. Stronger. Faster. I could lengthen my claws and tear him to shreds in seconds, and he knows it. I wouldn’t even need my fire against a pitiful shit like him. Incredibly, he whirls to face the auctioneer. “She had bids! There was money on the table!” “You know the rules, Brummel,” I say coldly. This asshole isn’t worth raising my voice for. “Yes, I know the rules, but—” “No buts. Hand the item over, or you know what happens.” The woman’s been silent this entire time. Her pale eyes are open wide. So’s her mouth. And fuck me to the darkest depths and back again, it’s that mouth that had me stepping up to declare that I was taking her. That and those lush curves, just aching for my hands on them. The moment I saw her, my dragon had surged, heating up and rising for her. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to taste that untouched treasure between her thighs. It’s too much. I’m suspicious of it. I came here tonight to keep an eye on things at Laurent’s request, but none of the items up for bids tonight caused such a reaction in me or my dragon. The fact she’s Brummel’s daughter is enough for me to assume there’s something wrong with her. Virgin? Not likely. The man’s a cheat, through and through. I could change my mind. Send her off with Klaus, that disgusting weasel. He’ll use her, abuse her, might even do worse than that, but at least with him she’ll have a chance at surviving. If I take her as a Tribute to compete in the Games, I can almost guarantee she’s not going to make it. Not with those slender limbs, that weak constitution. She’s trembling. Can’t even meet my gaze head-on. I’m surprised she’s still on her feet, based on the way she’s swaying. “It’s unorthodox but completely within the regulations, Mr. Brummel,” the auctioneer says apologetically. “Unless you wish, as the property owner, to purchase the item yourself at an approved increment beyond the last bid…” Brummel goes pale. Obviously, he doesn’t have the money, which is why he’s selling off his daughter in the first place. He can’t match the price, which means— “She’s mine.” The growl ripples up my throat. The woman flinches at the sound of it, her eyes closing. She sags, then tumbles to the ground in a slow, graceful spiral. I’m aware of all eyes on us as her father bends to slap her face over and over, until I catch his hand on the upswing. I haul him off of her and shove him back. “Enough!” I growl, a low warning that has anyone near me taking a step away. Brummel sprawls on the floor, staring up at me in surprise. He opens his mouth to say something, but I growl again, and he abruptly closes it. One of the item escorts rushes forward with a bucket of water and a cloth. It’s not the first time an item has fainted on the auction floor. The escort dabs her face with the cloth, and another comes to rub her arms. “Everyone, please adjourn to the reception room,” the auctioneer announces to get people moving. “Winners, please visit the desk to settle up your accounts. Enjoy the rest of the evening!” This crowd loves a good drama, but they love free booze and food more. And many are eager to make it home with their new prizes. They disperse, some to the reception hall, others to the office. I’m left standing over Brummel’s daughter, who sits up with a woozy expression. Brummel struggles to his feet. I hold myself back from punching him back to the ground and letting my dragon out to rip him apart. Instead, I reach for the Tribute’s wrist to haul her upright. “The fuck is this?” I hold her against me since she’s still clearly unable to stand on her own. I hold out her arm and the gold band encircling it. No wonder she’s so weak. Brummel gives me a greasy grin. “Hexed. Means you can do whatever you want to her, and she can’t—” “Defend herself,” I say through gritted jaws. “Protect herself.” It makes her a lovely little slave, especially for the humans who get off on using our kind, but it makes her basically useless as a Tribute. As she presses against me, her scent rises. Arousal. Terror. Confusion, too. But more than that. That bracelet means she can’t access her dragon, which means mine can’t reach her. I have no clue what this connection could be, but I fucking hate it. I shove her off me but keep a grip on her arm until I’m sure she’s not going to keel over again. I wait until she looks into my eyes, her own hazed with uncertainty. “Let’s go,” I order. “We’re leaving.” She doesn’t move. Her gaze flickers from me to her father and then back again. She has no idea what’s about to happen to her. “It’s time to begin your training.”

Margot “What’s your name?” “Margot.” I stutter it out as I manage to follow. His legs are twice as long as mine, and I almost have to run to keep up. I’m afraid of what will happen if I don’t. “Don’t know why I’m even asking. Should just call you Fifty-Two,” he mutters. My stomach twists. I don’t know what a Tribute is, but the way my father reacted, I have to wonder if it’s worse than being sold off to Klaus. “Mr. Blackstone!” a voice calls. He stops so fast I run into his back. He holds me at a distance. His eyes are full of disdain. I’m still woozy, but I manage to stand—if only so Harrison doesn’t have to hold me up. I send one last look over my shoulder at Father. I wish I could believe he’s shaking with grief at losing me, but I know it’s with anger that he’s not getting paid for selling me. I don’t want to go back home, but at least there, I know what I’m getting. I can put up with the beatings, the chores. But the unknown of what this man might do to me… I rush to my father, tears streaming down my face. “Please don’t let him take me!” Father shoves me away. I reach for his arm, but he pulls it away as if my touch will burn him. “You’re his now. His…” He pauses, and then says, as if choking on the word, “Tribute.” Tribute. There’s that word again. With that, Father turns and walks away. I cover my face with my hands as I sob. Rough fingers bite into my bruised flesh and pull me away. “Stop. You’re making a fool of yourself.” I start to respond but somehow know better and shut my mouth. My body moves as if on autopilot. Harrison leads me out of the building. A black stretch limo waits outside, and Harrison opens the door. He raises an eyebrow at me, but I hesitate for too long; he pushes me into the backseat before coming in behind me. Before I can sit, he smacks my ass. Hard. Like I’m being spanked. Punished. My stomach flutters. A pulse centers between my legs. “Faster next time. Never hesitate when I tell you to do something.” I crawl to the farthest corner away from him. His lip curls as if I amuse him. I maneuver my body into a ball, making myself as small as possible. Harrison’s unbothered. He settles in the leather seat and pours a whiskey from the bar. Bright-red neon lights the interior in strange ways that give me an even bigger headache. My bottom still throbs from the slap. He opens a small icebox and drops a couple of cubes into his drink, swirling it around while eyeing me, the ice tinkling loudly in the silence. “Are you a virgin?” I nod. “You know I’ll check?” I nod again, wondering how he’ll do that. “Have you ever kissed a boy?” I shake my head. “What about a man?” He takes a swig of whiskey and narrows his eyes when I shake my head again. Is he going to kiss me? I squeeze my arms tighter around my legs. His eyes flash amber, and I can tell he likes that I’m afraid of him, of everything. “When we arrive at the compound, you do what you’re told—and immediately—when you’re told. You are not to ask questions, and you keep your eyes down. Do not look anyone in the eyes unless they tell you to. If you disobey any single one command, your punishment will be swift and harsh. Disobedience will not be tolerated. Is that understood?” “What will I be asked to do?” Harrison’s knuckles whiten around the glass. “I just told you not to ask questions. I’ve claimed you, so you belong to me. You have no agency, no autonomy, and never forget, you’re just one of many. You can be easily discarded if you are more trouble than you are worth.” He pauses for a drink and then enunciates each word he speaks next. “Is. That. Clear?” I swallow and nod. “Yes, sir.” One of many, I think. At least I won’t be alone. Harrison is silent for the rest of the ride, ignoring me. He refills his glass several more times and chugs each one in such a distinctly powerful way I can’t keep my eyes off him. The windows are tinted so dark that I can’t see much except city lights in the distance. It’s hard to tell how long we’ve been driving. Every quiet minute with Harrison feels like an eternity, and I don’t know if it’s been ten minutes or ten hours. But it doesn’t matter. The longer we’re in the car, the longer I can put off whatever is about to happen when we get to the compound he mentioned. I’ve almost started to nod off when the limo stops. Harrison opens the back door, a fresh drink in his hand as he unfolds his tall, muscular frame and exits the vehicle. “Get out. Now.” I don’t hesitate. I inch from my corner, terrified to leave the limo and be…wherever we are. “I said out.” His voice is gruffer. “Now.” I almost fall back into the limo when I see I’m standing in front of a literal castle. With towers and everything. I can’t hold back my gasp. It’s beautiful. But what does that matter? I’ll probably have to sleep in the basement with the rats. Harrison begins walking toward the massive wooden double doors. One of them opens as he gets close, and he turns his head slightly to look back at me. “It’s time to get ready for Master. And he’s very…particular.”

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