Bee_y_kayの小説

What to do?… what to do?… Her phone buzzed softly, dragging her attention back. The battery icon blinked red. 15%. A sharp wave of panic washed over her. “Of course,” she muttered bitterly. “Of course.” She forced herself to breathe, slow and quiet, afraid even the sound of her own breath might betray her. The storeroom felt smaller now, the walls closing in as her thoughts raced wildly. Think, Sarah. Think. Her gaze dropped to the phone again—and then something sparked in her memory. The lounge. The apartment lounge. At her apartment complex, the front desk always called residents whenever there was a visitor, a delivery, anything at all. She had received calls from them countless times. Her fingers moved quickly as she dialed the lounge number from memory. The phone rang once but it was unreachable. She tried again and again but it was still not going through. Sarah inhaled and exhaled deeply before she tried again, her hands shaking now. But the number wasn’t going th

Sarah moved to the window on shaking legs. Her palms were slick with sweat as she pushed aside the thin curtain and leaned forward, peering down into the darkness below. The night air rushed in, cold against her flushed skin. From the second floor, the ground didn’t look impossibly far—but it wasn’t close either. Her stomach clenched tightly. It wasn’t too high, she told herself. But still, her heart pounded violently as she measured the height with her eyes again, trying to imagine the fall, the impact, the pain. One wrong move and she could break a leg. Or worse. She pulled back from the window and pressed her forehead against the cool glass, forcing herself to breathe. If she stayed, tomorrow would come. Staying here till tomorrow meant marrying Shawn Carter. Her chest tightened painfully as she clenched the curtain tightly. 'She absolutely wouldn't allow it' She turned around abruptly, her gaze sweeping the room until her eyes spotted what she was looking for. She wen

“Let me go!”Sarah’s screamed out loud as two guards seized her arms, one on each side. Their hands were rough and unyielding, fingers digging into her flesh as if she were a criminal instead of a daughter being dragged through her own home.“Let me go!” she shouted again, twisting violently, her hair slipping loose from its tie and falling into her eyes.They did not loosen their grip. If anything, they tightened it.Her heels scraped harshly against the polished marble floor as they dragged her backward. The sound echoed—long, ugly, helpless. The familiar walls of the Vance family sitting room blurred as she was hauled toward the center, her breath coming out in short, burning gasps.Then she saw him.Her father.He stood up from his seat, his tall frame stiff with fury, his face dark and sharp as carved stone. He stepped forward until he was directly in front of her, blocking her path like a wall she could never climb over.His eyes burned into hers.“You good-for-nothing daughter,

The Vance mansion had never felt like home, but tonight it seemed more like a courtroom.Her step mother and her father face without smiling. It was obvious she was about to be lectured.Jasper was there too, a white bandage cutting across his forehead where the bottle had shattered. He sat beside Matilda, who lounged at his side in triumphant ease, one gloved hand resting delicately on his knee.She wore black dress, as though her years of absence had been a solemn sacrifice rather than the farce Sarah knew it to be.The sight nearly made Sarah choke.Her father's voice broke the silence. “Sit, Sarah.”Sarah remained standing, though her knees trembled. “Why am I here?”“To answer for your behavior,” he replied coolly. “Your actions have disgraced not just Jasper but our entire family. Word of the… incident at the party has traveled farther than you can imagine. Our name is a laughingstock.”Sarah clenched her fists. “He hit me in front of everyone. And you call me a disgrace?”“You

As the morning sunlight streamed into the room, casting a soft glow over the disheveled sheets.Sarah slowly opened her eyes, blinking as she took in her surroundings. The second was the time glowing on the digital clock across the hotel room.10:07 A.M.A warm ache filled her body as the memories of last night resurfaced, her cheeks heating as she noticed the red and purple marks scattered across her skin.She had slept with her neighbor!“Oh, God,” she shrieked, dragging a hand over her face. Her voice sounded hoarse. Her body, however, told a different story. She feels so sore under there, and she couldn't help but remember how shameless she had last night.At first, it was painful, but after that part, the satisfaction she felt from the pleasure was immense and she even begged him not to stop.Her face flushed red and Sarah felt satisfied. She had lost her virginity in vain. At least the man knew how to handle her well.Although it was Sarah’s first time, that doesn't mean she had

Sarah walked out of the bar, the cold air hitting her shoulders as she waited for the cab. Tina had been called for an emergency so she was alone."Where are you going, miss?" The cab director asked politely.“Anywhere,” she muttered hoarsely to the driver. “Just take me anywhere there’s a bar.”Sarah's body couldn't help but tremble as she remembered what she had witnessed inside the club.Matilda...her step-sister whom she had grown up with, and Jasper, a man she believed loved her the most, had schemed against her.All of this made Sarah realize she had been living a lie. Had they been scheming against her from the beginning? Her body shuddered at the thought.Jasper, the man she thought she knew, had pursued her relentlessly in her first year at university.She had finally agreed to date him because Matilda had persuaded her that Jasper was her best friend and wouldn't wrong her.It turned out that she never knew him.Someone she had spent more than twenty years of her life with.