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My name was Keira Knightley. After dropping out of school, my parents didn’t pressure me at all. But then my boyfriend, Logan Ridley’s so-called high-IQ childhood friend, Megan Robinson, called me out of the blue. I was too busy working in the fields, planting vegetables, and splashing around in the water to even think about writing code. In my past life, Megan had submitted an identical program design just a day before I did. Everyone accused me of being shameless, of plagiarism, and of deceit. I tried to set the record straight, but no one believed me. To make matters worse, Megan went live on social media, slandering me for bullying her in school. The online mob turned against my entire family, and my parents died in a car accident while trying to escape the extreme harassment from internet trolls. I couldn’t bear the weight of it all. I jumped from a tall building, unable to find peace in death. Even in those final moments, I couldn’t understand how everything had gone so wrong. After all my hard work, why had someone stolen my success? When I opened my eyes again, I realized I hadn’t died at all. ***** I had been reborn. I fumbled for my phone, checking the date—August 28th, the day before I was supposed to submit my most important competition entry. My teammates gathered around me, their faces lit up with admiration. “Keira, you’re amazing! You cracked such a tough problem! Once you finish the program, we can submit it, right?” My advisor patted me on the shoulder, looking pleased. “Keira, you’ve really put in the effort. Thanks to your core program design, I’m confident we’ll take first place in the competition. Your graduate school application will be a breeze.” A wave of bitterness washed over me. In my previous life, when I was accused of plagiarism, it was the same teachers and classmates who stood up for me. But their voices had been drowned out by the torrent of online abuse. Some even had their information leaked online, caught in the crossfire of my scandal. I glanced back at the unfinished code on my computer, a chill running down my spine as horrific memories flooded my mind. If I remembered correctly, I had stayed up all night on the 28th, excited to finally submit the program. But the next day, I received a notice of disqualification. The competition organizers had issued a public statement accusing me of plagiarism, and I was suddenly the target of a relentless online attack. “Does she think she can cheat her way through this competition? What a disgrace!” “Plagiarists are the scum of the earth. They should just disappear!” “It’s disgusting that she would take someone else’s hard work and pass it off as her own.” Even walking around campus became unbearable; I was bombarded with disdainful glares and insults. “Isn’t she the one who plagiarized? What a shame for Arona University to have her here.” “Someone so shameless wouldn’t care about the consequences of her actions.” “I heard she was just trying to use this to apply for grad school. What a joke.” The malice in their eyes was palpable, as if they wished for my immediate demise. Suddenly, a cold shiver jolted me back to reality. I couldn’t help but reach for my phone and open WhatsApp, searching for Megan. She was the one I had “plagiarized” in my past life, and she was also my boyfriend Logan’s childhood friend. With her beautiful complexion and cute features, Megan was the picture of innocence that attracted countless suitors. Both of her parents were professors. Her name often graced the campus confession board, a testament to her popularity. My boyfriend, Logan, would go to great lengths every day to shower Megan with gifts and flowers. When I discovered his actions, he explained that he only saw her as a little sister and accused me of being overly jealous. Later, I stumbled upon chat logs where Logan complained to his roommate about me, labeling me as plain and boring compared to the adorable and cute Megan, even expressing disgust at being with me. I’d considered breaking up multiple times, but each time, Logan would transform into a different person, begging for reconciliation. However, now I see through his act. Scrolling through Megan’s status, I found one of her taking a selfie surrounded by a group of teammates, all huddled around a computer. The caption read: [Pulling an all-nighter with the team to finish our code. Hoping for a great ranking in this competition!] Curiously, I zoomed in on the photo, only to find several segments of my original code seamlessly integrated into her program, down to the very last character, including an extra parenthesis I had mistakenly typed in. I was stunned, staring at my screen. “Could it be that we share the same thoughts? Her post was set a day before mine, meaning her code was written ahead of mine. Yet, I had created my code and logic design entirely independently, never borrowing from anyone else’s source code. Why does Megan’s match mine perfectly, including that careless parenthesis? This is strange!” I buried my face in my hands, my mind racing with confusion and disbelief. I couldn’t fathom how this could be happening. Yet, I couldn’t abandon the upcoming contest. It wasn’t just about me; it was the collective effort of the entire team. Withdrawing would only bring harm to them, and I couldn’t bear to let them down. As night fell, I finally made up my mind. No matter what, having a second chance meant I had to protect everyone around me and fight for justice. I looked at my screen filled with lines of code, then clicked delete and shut down my computer.

I was the top student at Arona University, guaranteed a spot in the graduate program, and I had chosen to major in Computer Science. In my field, everything had been going smoothly; I dominated my department, racking up accolades and participating in countless competitions. As graduation approached, I finally mustered the courage to approach my long-time idol, Vincent Stewart, about pursuing further studies. His only condition was that I had to secure first place in an upcoming international competition. Determined to meet his expectations, I decided to tackle the most challenging project I could find. I spent countless hours in the computer lab, pouring over research and coding late into the night. But just when I thought I was on the brink of success, Megan swooped in and easily claimed the fruits of my labor. As I strolled through the quiet campus, a nagging feeling crept in that I might be overlooking something crucial. Just as I was lost in thought, a flash of inspiration struck me. If my current project wasn’t working out, why not try a different programming language and structure? Once back in my dorm, I pulled out my laptop and began typing out a brand-new code. With intense focus, I suddenly had a fresh perspective on the logical framework, and I set to work on building it up from scratch. This way, my program wouldn’t be accused of plagiarism, and I could enhance its efficiency! The excitement surged within me as I coded faster and faster, translating my ideas into reality. That was when I heard my roommate’s worried voice from behind me. “Keira, you’re pushing yourself too hard. Staying up all night isn’t good for you. You should take a break!” I glanced at my phone, only to realize it was already 4:30 AM. My roommate sighed and rubbed her temples, trying to reason with me. “Keira, you’ve got a whole week until the competition. There’s no rush. What if you burn out before the big day? That would be such a waste.” Her words hit me like a wake-up call. Of course, I had a whole week left! I didn’t need to rush to submit anything just yet; I could wait for news from Megan. If there were still similarities or oddities in our projects, I’d have time to tweak and refine mine. This way, I could avoid the plagiarism debacle that had haunted my previous life and finally present my own hard-earned work at the competition. With that thought, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I thanked my roommate and dove back into coding, determined to finish the second version of my program. After a trial run, it worked flawlessly! I took a deep breath, staring at the completed program. Finally, my creation was born. But then, memories of my past life flooded back. Megan hadn’t just accused me of plagiarism; she had gone live on social media, spreading lies about me bullying her on campus. With tears streaming down her face, she played the innocent victim, and her sweet, pure image captured the hearts of many. The online backlash against me was relentless. [I can’t believe there’s bullying happening in college. This girl is so arrogant; we need to make sure she pays for her actions!] [Poor Megan! Not only was she bullied, but she was also plagiarized. Keira is just evil!] [Megan is too kind-hearted. It’s up to us to stand up for her! Does anyone have Keira’s number?] I couldn’t understand why she was lying. I tried desperately to clear my name, but it only fueled the fire of online harassment. Someone maliciously leaked my family’s private information online, leading to my parents being harassed to the point where they had to move. Tragically, while on the road, they were involved in a serious accident caused by aggressive internet trolls, and they died on the spot. As I thought about it now, my fists clenched in anger, my nails digging into my palms. If I didn’t uncover the root of all this chaos, I couldn’t ensure my family’s safety. Just as I was racking my brain on how to investigate, I heard a classmate exclaim nearby. “Did you guys see Megan’s status? Someone stole her competition entry!” “Seriously? With only a few days left until the contest? What’s she going to do now? There’s no way she can rewrite it in time!” “Plagiarists are the worst! It’s disgusting!” I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. I immediately pulled out my phone and opened Megan’s status, my heart racing.

I saw her new pinned post, and my heart sank. It read: [Can someone really plagiarize code and still enter a competition?] A chill ran down my spine as a troubling thought crossed my mind. “Perhaps this status was the spark that ignited the wave of abuse I’ve faced in my previous life.” Megan was popular on campus, backed by her parents, who were professors, while I was just an average-looking student with no connections. In a world that often valued appearances, she always seemed to have the upper hand. Before long, her ambiguous status was bombarded with comments. [What’s up, Megan? Did someone steal your code?] [You should tell your parents and have the school investigate. We need to get that plagiarist out of here!] [Plagiarists are a disgrace to Arona University! With the competition coming up, this is a serious issue.] Reading those words made my blood boil, pulling me back into the shadows of my past harassment. Back then, I received thousands of hateful messages daily, and someone even posted my information on a “meat market” site, leading to countless calls from creepy men. “Stop pretending to be pure; you’ll just end up serving some old professor after graduation. Want to play with me? I know your address. If you don’t let me sleep with you, I’ll come find you myself.” My parents had chosen to move because of this, only to die in a tragic car accident shortly after. The painful memories washed over me, and I instinctively wanted to escape. But just before I could shut off my phone, I caught sight of my name in the comments. [Is Megan talking about Keira? I saw her program with the teacher a few days ago, and it looked just like Megan’s!] As soon as that comment was posted, the floodgates opened, and people began to argue. [Keira? The one who aced in the competition to get to the college? You really saw her program, and it was identical?] [No way! She’s always been at the top of our department. Why would she need to copy? You better have proof!] [Ha! How do you know her top scores weren’t due to cheating? Besides, Megan didn’t specifically name her; don’t be a fool!] Before long, the comments devolved into chaos, with many classmates even posting their own statuses to rally behind Megan. My boyfriend Logan was among the most vocal, posting three times in a row, each with a different selfie of Megan. [Megan’s hard work is evident. She often stays up late to prepare for the team competition. I hope whoever is involved in this plagiarism scandal steps up and admits it. If not, I’ll report them to the authorities to get justice for Megan!] Almost every guy in our department liked his posts, and Megan chimed in below. [Thanks, Logan! You’re the best!] A wave of jealousy and bitterness surged within me, but I also felt a sense of relief. Thank goodness I hadn’t submitted my program yesterday; otherwise, I would be facing another round of online bullying right now. Once I composed myself, I decided to leave the classroom and discuss my newly written program with my team. Just then, I noticed Megan’s latest status. [Thanks for all the support, everyone! Even though someone stole my code, I can still redesign the program in no time. That’s a talent no plagiarist can take away! Here’s my new program; come check it out!] With a mix of anxiety and curiosity, I clicked on the link she posted, and my heart dropped—her new program was identical to my second version!

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My boyfriend has a pursuer. It’s an average girl who is not good-looking, but she has persistently liked him for ten years. At first, he was annoyed with her and always told her to go away. But later, I saw the nickname he gave to that girl on his phone. He called her: “Sweetheart.”

After my husband’s first love came back, I saw his answers to a question on Quora – “What is it like to marry someone you don’t love?” He wrote that he didn’t love his wife. Despite her wholehearted dedication and taking good care of the family, he still couldn’t forget about his ex-girlfriend. He said he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. Someone commented: You’re not anonymous, aren’t you afraid that your wife will see this post and divorce you? He replied: No, she can’t live without me. However, what he didn’t expect was that the next day, I left the divorce agreement on his bedside table and left without a word.

Since I was a kid, I have been called “the perfect child”. I entered the best university with first-place results, obtained a top-ten ranking in academic debates, and was 10 points away from scoring perfect marks on GRE… I should have a bright future. But actually, I became the target of netizens, and they cursed, “You should rot in hell!” It was because I killed my biological parents. I even hid their bodies in the freezer at home.

The day I died, my boyfriend brought that woman back home. They kissed on our couch, ate the ravioli I made, and played games with the console I bought him. One day, she remembered to ask where I was. He told her that I went on a business trip after we had a fight. He had no idea I was dead.

I came across a test for boyfriend loyalty online. So the next day, while we were shopping together, I deliberately put the hairband I just bought into his coat pocket. On the way, I made an excuse to go to the restroom and secretly observed him. I saw him put his hands into his pockets. Then he suddenly looked puzzled and took out the hairband. To my surprise, his expression changed abruptly, and he quickly walked over to a trash can and threw away the hairband. My heart skipped a beat. Jackson might be really cheating on me.

So, here’s the thing. I took the place of my sister and ended up marrying her fiancé, who unexpectedly lost his sight. Surprisingly, we hit it off really well after tying the knot. He always believed I was my sister, so he treated me with utmost care, love, and affection. For me, life was supposed to be smooth sailing from there. But one day, out of the blue, this supposedly blind man regained his sight.

My dad is the Chairman of a company. In order to boost my ability, my dad arranged for me to work as an ordinary employee in the grass-root department of the company. I didn’t expect my boyfriend to dump me for my “poverty” and got together with the manager’s niece. But my dad was the chairman!

My stepmother abused me for eight years straight. My father wanted me to kill her so he didn’t have to do it himself. My half sister broke my hand the night before my college entrance exam. Would you be driven crazy if you were me? But I kept my head clear and calm. Because I needed to see them pay for it all.

Prologue 1 How does it feel when the person you love leaves you alone with kidnappers? I loved Matthew Harrington for seven long years. As the heir of the Harrington Group, he was wealthy and powerful. Yet, he didn’t want to pay any ransom when I was kidnapped. Even his attractive secretary suggested that it could be a chance for me to learn my lesson. He agreed with her. And just as he wanted, after I managed to escape from hell, I finally learned my lesson and became obedient enough to never dare to love him again. But out of the blue, he started crying and begging me to treat him like before…   *** The day I walked into the city barefoot, it made headlines. I’m Skylar Brown, the adopted daughter of the Harrington family, and I got kidnapped a few months back. I was a mess, wearing torn clothes, covered in dirt and stink, with my feet all scarred up. I ran back in shame. The reporters were all up in my face, snapping pics like there’s no tomorrow. I stayed cool though, not letting them rattle me. Skylar Brown was gone, just like that. That glamorous, simple-minded, and proud girl was gone. Those kidnappers and Matthew Harrington destroyed her. Soon, a group of bodyguards in black suits led me through the packed crowd. The captain was named Noah Smith. I knew him. During the seven years when I pestered Matthew, he often showed me to the doors of Matthew’s office and apartment. To be exact, he dragged me out those places because I kept pestering and annoying Matthew. “Miss Brown, Mr. Harrington’s waiting for you in the car. Please come with me,” Noah said. When Noah saw me, he was shocked. He never expected to see me looking so messed up. I nodded and lifted my messed up foot, leaving bloody footprints on the road. Pain? Nah, didn’t feel a thing. This little journey was a cake walk compared to my escape route. Noah trailed behind me and couldn’t help blurting out, “Miss Brown…” I didn’t even bother responding. Did he feel sorry for me? He must be grateful ’cause I learned my lesson. No more pestering Matthew or causing him any trouble. As I hopped into the car, I caught sight of Matthew rest in the seat, eyes shut tight. Hair all neat and sharp features on point, dude looked like a model. When I vanished, he must’ve been feeling all peaceful and zen, like never before. He was in tip-top shape. Hearing the commotion, Matthew slowly popped open his eyes. He near didn’t recognize me. “Skylar?” I nodded, all obedient-like. I learned to play nice. I used to think I was the Harrington family’s golden girl, acting all proud and bossy as if I was their real flesh and blood. But after that kidnapping ordeal, I realized my life was in their hands. If Matthew didn’t cough up the ransom, I could’ve been dead any second. Matthew frowned with displeasure. “Why did you make yourself like this?” Like this? Like what? A lunatic? Or a beggar? I ran for miles, stayed awake day and night, and had to be on guard not just against kidnappers, but also against wild animals in the suburban mountains. When I was thirsty, I drank rainwater. And when I was hungry, I scavenged food from highway trash bins. It’s enough to drive anyone insane. I knew Matthew blamed me for causing trouble for his family’s company, specifically because I appeared in front of the media in this state. “Sorry for that…” For grossing out you, bastard. Matthew was taken aback for a moment, then smiled. “She was right. You’ve learned some manners.” I didn’t understand what Matthew meant. The door closed and the car started. Suddenly, Matthew reached out his hand towards me. I instinctively recoiled into the corner. He stopped abruptly and said with disdain, “Skylar, you smell.” Maybe it was because the car had no fresh air. Matthew finally noticed the awful odor coming from my body. It was a mix of blood, sweat, and garbage. Hearing his words, I subconsciously moved away from the seat, but the car was unstable, so I ended up kneeling down. “S…Sorry… I won’t dirty the seat. I’ll just…” Kneel here. My knees were in pain from the bloody wounds inflicted by the kidnappers’ thin steel needles. They blamed me. I wasn’t important enough to Matthew, so he didn’t pay the ransom. They thought it was a waste of time, so they took their anger out on me. I couldn’t stand up, so I knelt in that cramped space. Matthew was furious. “What are you doing? Go back to your seat!”

He ordered me, but he thought I was dirty and didn’t offer any help. I had to obey his command. It took a lot of effort to prop my body up and sit back down. Due to the pain and low blood sugar I had been experiencing, I couldn’t help but burst into tears. Matthew always ignored my tears. They annoyed him. But for the first time, he threw his handkerchief, which he had used to wipe his hands, at me. I clutched the clean, white handkerchief tightly. In the past, I would have been overjoyed, but now, it only reminded me of how dirty and destitute I was. Noah glanced at me through the rear-view mirror. I lowered my head. Perhaps he had never seen this humiliating and pitiful side of me.   Back at the Harrington Manor, Matthew told the maids to take me to the bathroom to freshen up. I declined their help and only allowed them to pick out a dress from my old wardrobe. They searched for a while and eventually found a simple, long-sleeved dress that resembled a school uniform among all the fashionable clothes. There was no set definition for a student’s dress style, but as I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I looked more like a student now than I did in the past when I dressed more flamboyantly. Before being kidnapped, I had received an acceptance letter from a top design school abroad. It had been three months since the registration deadline had passed. “Thanks.” The maids were surprised. They didn’t expect me to thank them. After everything I had been through, I understood that I was no different from them. They were maids hired by the Harrington family, and I was a daughter they had brought in. When I pushed the door open, I saw Matthew waiting for me on the stairs. He was leaning against the railing, lazily eyeing me up and down, and sneering, “Skylar, what are you doing? Why are you dressed like that?” Was the dress unfashionable? Matthew believed that I was trying to get attention with this childish behavior, but in reality, I just wanted to cover up the scars on my body. I followed Matthew into the quiet dining room. He motioned for me to walk ahead, and then I saw his parents, Yannick Harrington and Danielle Harrington, sitting at the dining table with worried expressions. As soon as Danielle saw me, she got up and hurried over. She walked unsteadily and leaned on another woman for support. “Mrs. Danielle Harrington, don’t worry. Miss Brown has come back safe and sound. Miss Brown, Mrs. Danielle Harrington has been so worried about you that her hair has turned gray.” I recognized the woman. She was Matthew’s secretary, Alyssa Davis. Alyssa had silky hair and was dressed in a simple turtleneck sweater and jeans. She wore a beautiful rose gold necklace around her neck. I was safe and sound while Danielle’s hair turned gray. I was the victim, but Alyssa seemed to imply that I was an ungrateful daughter of the Harrington family. Danielle cried as she held my hands, and Alyssa tried to comfort her. But I couldn’t cry. I looked at Matthew, and his expression seemed to suggest that I was heartless. Finally, Yannick interjected seriously, “Stop crying. Let’s sit down for dinner with Skylar.” Danielle wiped her tears. “It’s my fault. I’m sorry for putting you through this, Skylar. You must not have eaten well these past few days. Come on, I made your favorite clam chowder.” She pulled me to sit between Yannick and herself. Matthew sat across from me, and Alyssa sat next to him. We looked like a “family”. I looked at the food with a good color and a sweet smell. I almost forgot what normal food looked like. I wanted to throw away the fork, grab the food with my hands, and stuff it into my mouth. The closer to the urban area, the stricter the sanitation management was. Gradually, I couldn’t find any garbage or food, so I was hungry for almost three days. I had to allay my hunger with leaves. Under all eyes, I restrained myself and shoveled the food into my mouth with the fork. But I saw Alyssa’s mocking eyes. She took small bites elegantly. Seeing this scene, Matthew disliked me more. However, under Danielle’s instructions, he had to put some meat on my plate. I thought I could gulp down the most unpalatable food, but looking at the tempting meat that Matthew placed on my plate, I felt sick. “Skylar, help yourself. Matthew knew you liked it and asked me to make it for you.” No, it was not true. Matthew didn’t know what I liked at all, but I knew his preferences. For example, he liked rose gold best. Seeing me hesitate, Yannick asked with concern, “What’s the matter, Skylar? Did you quarrel with Matthew on the way back? Do not worry. I will punish him after dinner.” “Dad!” Matthew shouted. Maybe it was because he felt embarrassed in front of Alyssa. I didn’t speak and shook my head. I held back the feeling of nausea, took the meat with my fork, and put it in my mouth. But the moment I swallowed, I spat it out.

Matthew was astonished. I immediately stood up from the chair, buried my head in my hands, and hid in a corner. “Sorry. Sorry… I will eat it. Don’t beat me!” Everyone was shocked. Danielle cried again. She walked over and hugged me. “Did those people abuse you? Skylar, tell me.” With a worried face, Yannick brought Matthew over. Matthew frowned without saying a word. His face was gloomy. What happened? The kidnappers threatened the Harrington family that if the ransom was not paid, they would abuse me. Why did Danielle ask me whether I was abused? They should all know that! Eating rotten food wasn’t abuse for me, cuz I had to eat garbage just to stay alive days ago. But what really scared the living daylights out of me was that my destiny was in the hands of Matthew. The bad guys were negotiating with him, but he coldly abandoned me. He held nothing but disdain for me. Maybe that’s why I felt sick to my stomach.   After dinner, Yannick called me into his study. Yannick, who usually had a serious demeanor at work, asked me softly, “Skylar, you’ve had a crush on Matthew since you were kids. Do you still like him now?” I vigorously shook my head, wincing as the wound on my face throbbed. I had been infatuated with Matthew for seven years, always putting myself down, but I never learned my lesson. That’s why I ended up suffering through hellish revenge and torture. I couldn’t dare to like Matthew anymore. After I gave my answer, Yannick pondered for a moment. He said with pity, “Ah well, forget it. Even if you can’t be our daughter-in-law, you’ll always be our daughter. You’re a kind and beautiful girl. Matthew isn’t good enough for you.” He took out a bank card from the drawer. “This is what your parents left for you. There are four million dollars in it. They wanted me to keep it safe for you and give it to you as a wedding gift when you grow up.” The ransom was also four million dollars. During my days of being kidnapped, I had complained about my parents for leaving me alone in the world and allowing me to endure such torture. But it turned out they left me with a fortune that would let me live comfortably. They loved me so much. I bit my thumb and chewed on it to hold back my tears. “Thank you, Yannick.” It was already eight o’clock in the evening when I left the study. On my way to my room, I bumped into Matthew. He knew I was going back to my room, and his tone was incredibly gentle. “Alyssa will be staying in your room tonight. You can take the room next to mine.” So it turned out he came for Alyssa. I nodded and went in the opposite direction. When I first moved in with the Harrington family, Matthew despised me and moved to the room farthest from mine. But my room was decorated by a top luxury designer hired by the Harringtons, and it was much nicer than the guest room. I couldn’t refuse Matthew. After all, it was the Harringtons’ house. After taking a few steps, Matthew stopped me. “Skylar, why are you suddenly so obedient?” I turned around and saw a mocking expression on his face, mixed with a hint of concern. “I… I’m sorry…” I stammered. Besides apologizing profusely, I didn’t know what else to say to Matthew. “This is the third time you’ve apologized to me today. You’re acting really strange.” Matthew approached me, leaning over to touch my forehead. I quickly dodged his hand as if I had been shocked. My legs went weak, and I barely managed to hold onto the railing in the corridor. Matthew looked at me as if I were crazy, growing impatient. I struggled to keep my voice calm and said, “I… I’m going to move out tomorrow. I already told Yannick.” I thought Matthew would be happy and let me go when he heard the news, but he unexpectedly became furious. “Move out? Why? I just let Alyssa stay in your room for one night. She’s a guest. What’s the big deal?” I frantically shook my head. “No, you’ve misunderstood.” Matthew walked towards me with a scowl, grabbing my wrist and dragging me towards the room at the far end of the hall. “Come with me. We need to talk.” A wave of fear washed over me. I cried and pulled out the bank card that Yannick had just given me in the study. “I’m sorry, I have money. Please don’t hurt me.” “I have money. Don’t hurt me.” Matthew turned around in astonishment. I had collapsed on the ground, with my wrist still held high by him. “Skylar, what are you saying?” I had bitten my lips until they turned blue. As Matthew approached me, memories of what the kidnappers said started flooding back. They called me a clingy dog of the Harrington family. “Matthew, no. Mr. Harrington, I won’t bother you anymore. I promise, I won’t.” Finally, Matthew realized something was off with me, and his movements became gentler. He held onto my waist and lifted me up from the ground. The sensation of being weightless made me instinctively wrap my arms around Matthew’s neck. His serious expression softened a little. “Skylar, I never said you were bothering me. I just…”

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