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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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My best friend was Rachel Parker. After her family went bankrupt, I begged my dad to support her and even took the initiative to let her move into my house. I didn’t expect that she would live the life of a young lady in my family. Rachel still arrogantly treated me as a maid, arbitrarily instructed me, rolled her eyes, and scolded me. “If it weren’t for your pity, who would want to be your friend? “So what if you support me? You have money, and isn’t this what you should do? And you will also get a reputation as a philanthropist.” Later, she coveted my family’s property and teamed up with my boyfriend, Yves Whitman, to push me off the mountain and kill me. He once comforted and cared for my parents in front of them, always accompanying them, and finally recognized them as godparents as he wished. Opening my eyes again, I returned to university shortly after the start of the semester. Rachel showed off her shopping order on Facebook and in the group and then asked me to pay for it. I smiled indifferently, “Aren’t you a young lady in Sollke? Why can’t you even afford a bag worth 100,000 dollars?” On the first day of entering university, Rachel became famous throughout the university. Just because she sent the message in the freshman group: [Does our university have a helipad? My home is far away, so my parents arranged a helicopter to bring me here.] Finished sending this, Rachel received countless ridicule, and many students accused her of being pretentious in establishing her persona. But she didn’t care and transferred nearly 10,000 dollars to everyone in the group, thus earning the title of wealthy lady. Rachel casually booked a private room at a restaurant for an average of 4,999 dollars per person while our roommates were planning to go out for dinner together. Facing the admiring gazes of our two roommates, she said perfunctorily, “It’s okay. This little money is not even enough for me to buy a pair of shoes.” Our roommates were even more excited. But Rachel took advantage of their inattention, came over, lowered her voice, and said, “Transfer me 20,000 dollars. “I have spent all my living expenses this month. Can you ask your dad to give me more money next month?” It was at this moment that I realized that I was reborn. Rachel, who was in front of me, seemed annoyed that I didn’t answer, and there was anger in her low voice. “Ellie Collins, are you deaf? I ask you to transfer money but you didn’t understand, right? Why are you pretending?” As Rachel’s family went bankrupt, her parents owed tens of millions of dollars in debt and were almost unable to pay even her tuition. I felt sorry for her, so I asked my father to support her and specifically requested the school to arrange for us to stay in the same dormitory. In her previous life, in order to maintain her image as a young lady, she always spent money recklessly outside. Rachel casually bought bags worth tens of thousands of dollars. Before clicking to pay, she took a screenshot, posted it on Facebook and in the group to show off, and then ordered me to pay. Sometimes, as I transferred money slowly, I would get a scolding from Rachel. “Is your arm broken? Why does it take so long to transfer money? Ellie, are you unwilling to give me the money? “Okay, if you don’t give me money, then we can’t even be friends anymore. Get out of here as soon as you can.” Considering our years of relationship, I could only sigh and agree to all of her requests. But I didn’t expect that she would actually covet my family’s property. After teaming up with Yves and accidentally falling to my death during a trip, Rachel cried more miserably in front of my parents than anyone else. This made them shake their heads in regret, marveling at how good our relationship was. It took two years for her to become my parents’ goddaughter. Rachel also inherited my family company as she wished and became a true wealthy lady. With the blessings of my parents, relatives, and friends, she and Yves got married. I died in the damp and cold mountain, my rotting body covered with moss, and I could not rest in peace. Now reborn, of course, I would not continue to be the kind fool in the eyes of others like in my previous life. As Rachel frowned and called my name with anger in her voice, I deliberately showed a puzzled expression. “Ms. Parker, if you don’t have living expenses, just ask your parents for it. Why do you want me to transfer money to you? “So, am I your mother?”

Rachel was determined to save face, even deliberately lowering her voice to the lightest when asking for money just now. Now, I was not hiding my voice at all, causing unease and tension to appear on her face. Subconsciously, she turned her head to look at my two roommates and saw that they were confused but didn’t ask any further questions. Then, Rachel grabbed my wrist tightly and threatened, “Why are you talking so loudly? Are you trying to embarrass me? “If you embarrass me, I will never be friends with you again, no matter how much you beg me!” Because of my experience of being bullied in high school, I paid special attention to Rachel. Regardless of whether she did anything wrong or not, if she used this threat, I would promise to apologize to her immediately. She had been using this trick for three years and had already mastered it. It was a pity that I was no longer the same as I was in my previous life. Staring at the strange looks from the other two roommates, I didn’t respond to her threat and shook off her hand. “Aren’t you the wealthy lady in Sollke, Rachel? Why do you want me to give you even 20,000 dollars? “If you don’t have money, don’t pretend to be a wealthy lady. What’s wrong with you having to act like that?” She was stunned. After all, Rachel hadn’t paid the bill for the private room in the restaurant where we had dinner. Over the past few years, I had been her ATM machine for taking whatever she wanted. Suddenly, I stopped transferring money to her, which made Rachel very anxious. And those two roommates had long been blinded by her wealthy persona and were determined to be her most loyal bootlicker. In my previous life, I did not know how many times they excluded and isolated me at Rachel’s suggestion. As they saw me targeting her, they couldn’t stand it and immediately showed expressions of disgust. “Ellie, have you read too many romantic novels and thought you are the wealthy lady?” “If you have delusions, go get treatment. Don’t bother Rachel. She’s the one who treated us to this meal today. If you have the guts, don’t eat it.” As they said this, they pushed me away and rolled their eyes at me. “You spend her money and still scold her. Ellie, you are such an ungrateful person.” It was clearly my roommates who said those insults to me, but they were all directed at Rachel. Her face turned awkward. Rachel wanted to speak up for me when our roommates were targeting me. But I interrupted her in time. I smiled, “Okay, I won’t join the dinner party today. Just have fun.” Then, I turned around and walked out of the restaurant quickly. Even Rachel didn’t react. Later, she called me several times, but I ignored her. As I walked further away, I could still hear our two roommates deliberately raising their voices to speak ill of me. “Rachel, you are just too nice. But she is an ungrateful person and will never remember your kindness!” She clearly knew whether it was a favor or a hate. I took a taxi back to school, and halfway through, countless calls popped up on my phone, all from Rachel. I blacklisted all her contact information and watched videos leisurely in the dormitory. However, less than half an hour after I returned to the dormitory, with a beep, Rache and the others also came back. Compared to the bright smile on her face before going out, Rachel’s gloomy expression made me feel even happier at this moment. I even deliberately provoked her and showed a puzzled expression. “Why are you back so soon? Is the food not tasty?” My roommate, Amy Brooks, let out a loud scoff. “The food is delicious, but we also need to be able to afford it. “How could Ms. Parker do things like this? She said she wanted to treat us, but in the end, it became a Dutch treatment.” Rachel was very angry and had a bad temper, so she slapped Amy in the back. “Who do you think you are? How dare you be so sarcastic to me? “My family is much richer than yours. Believe it or not, I will make sure you can’t survive in the university!”

Amy was not a good-tempered person either. Amy gave in to Rachel before because she thought Rachel was a lady from some wealthy family who came to live on campus to experience life. As a result, Rachel had to pretend to be a wealthy lady, but she couldn’t come up with much money. As she was exposed, she became angry and embarrassed. Amy also got angry and grabbed Rachel’s hair and started wrestling with her. I was just taking advantage of the situation. While pretending to stop the fight, I secretly kicked Rachel several times. Her only pair of brand-name shoes was covered with footprints. As Amy finally let go, Rachel’s noble and elegant look as a wealthy lady had long disappeared. There were traces of blood on her delicately made-up face, and her hair and clothes were messy. She gritted her teeth and glared at us fiercely. “You’re ganging up on me, right? Wait, this isn’t over yet!” Rachel was the first to file a complaint and called the teacher, saying that we were bullying her. As she went to the teacher’s office, quite a few students saw her. In the freshman group, where messages were scrolling rapidly, a girl suddenly appeared. She said that she saw Rachel in the teacher’s office. [Her eyes are red, and she seems to be bullied by someone.] [Isn’t she a wealthy lady? How dare someone bully her?] It was hard to say whether anyone dared to bully Rachel. But right after these messages, another message popped up asking which building and which room the teacher’s office was located in. It was my boyfriend, Yves. His tone was extremely anxious, urging the girl to reply quickly. As she called out the office number, he fell silent as if he had already left halfway. When we first arrived at the teacher’s office, we saw Yves come over panting, and his eyes fixed on Rachel. Finishing making sure she was okay, he saw me and frowned. I stood leisurely by and watched them exchange glances. In my previous life, I must have been blind and mentally ill to think there was nothing wrong with them. I also believed that he took special care of Rachel. Yves even explained it to me as he peeled the prawn for her personally. “Isn’t she your good friend? Then, it’s only right that I treat her well.” The teacher coughed at the right time. “You are Rachel’s roommates, right? Did you know that she wants to change dormitory?” Before Amy and I could answer, Yves asked first, “Why did she change the dormitory? Was she bullied?” Amy rolled her eyes snidely. Rachel’s eyes were red. She looked at me cautiously at first, then shook her head, her voice soft and aggrieved. “No, they didn’t bully me.” Hypocrisy filled the entire office. But Yves couldn’t see it. His eyes were full of heartache, and he sighed deeply, “Rachel, you are just too kind.” He stood in front of her like a protector and ordered me to apologize to her. “Ellie, Rachel is kind-hearted, so she asked her parents to support you for so many years. “I didn’t expect you to be such an ungrateful person, repaying her kindness with hatred!” As this crime was brought against me, not only me but also Amy was dumbfounded. I looked at Yves, who had an angry face, and then at Rachel, who was hiding behind him with a smug look on her face. I couldn’t help but sneer. Because of his protection, I couldn’t slap her. Then, I had to settle for the next best thing and slap Yves. As he looked at me with his hands covering his face in disbelief, I took out my cell phone and called my dad. Then, the call was connected. Seeing Rachel’s pale face, I slowly called out, “Dad.” My dad responded. There was sarcasm in his deep voice. “It’s really interesting. I have been supporting Rachel for more than ten years. I didn’t expect that in other people’s eyes, my daughter was the one being supported.”

As Rachel heard what my father said, her eyes changed again and again, and she rushed over and snatched my phone. She saw the call-in-progress display on the screen. Then, Rachel glared at me with her eyes as if they were filled with poison and forced a flattering smile. “Mr. Collins, don’t believe what Ellie said. We were just joking.” This kind of talk might be enough to fool a brainless person like Yves, but how could a shrewd man like my father believe it? I did not know what my father said, but Rachel’s lips became pale. She bit her lips and took a long time to utter the word “okay”. As soon as she hung up the phone, Yves’s question came one after another. He frowned and asked, “Rachel, what happened? Why do you look so unhappy? “Also, aren’t you Ms. Parker? Ellie is just a poor student sponsored by your family. How dare she talk to you like that?” I knew it a long time ago. Rachel never told others that it was my parents who sponsored her. Instead, she said that she sponsored me. Due to Rachel’s kindness, I could get into the car that arranged to pick us up and drop us off during the holidays. Her friends had mocked me with jealousy and envy countless times. They thought that I was so lucky to have Rachel’s support. She hinted several times that I was dissatisfied with her and even stole the gifts her parents gave me. Then, her friends accused me, and the abusive words were like a wave, drowning me completely. [You ungrateful bastard! Rachel is so good to you, but you actually harmed her. You are such a piece of shit.] [Ellie, how come you don’t even understand what it means to be a bootlicker?] [People like you who don’t know how to be grateful should die sooner!] I explained it and also wanted to prove that I was the one who actually funded her. I wanted to tell them that Rachel was not the so-called rich lady at all. I was the one. But as they looked at the evidence I produced, the malice in their eyes became even more obvious. [What’s the point of using your wallet balance and these brand-name items as proof? They must have been bought for you by Rachel.] [Even if you really bought it yourself, we don’t even know where the money came from. It’s dirty and disgusting!] If it weren’t for this massive cyber violence, I might not agree with Rachel’s proposal to go traveling with her to relax. Nor would I die at the foot of the mountain and slowly stop breathing. I didn’t listen carefully to her explanation to Yves in a panic. I just glanced at my phone and saw it was a message from my family driver. He said he still had half an hour to arrive at my university. The teacher also received a call. She answered with a strange look on her face, bent down, wrote two leave requests, and handed them to me. “Your family contacted the school and said something happened at home. I have already written you a note for leave.”

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