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Aris kicked him again, his voice icy:"You are threatening my boss. I'm calling the police."Vincent coughed in pain. Dust and tears smeared his face. He looked pathetic beyond words.I said coldly, "Whoever I am with has nothing to do with you. Forgive you? Not unless you die."With Aris supporting me, I turned back toward the studio.In the corner of my eye, I saw Vincent's gaze drowned in the pain of being ignored and discarded—Exactly like me two years ago.At dawn the day before the auction, Sienna White dumped a whole "evidence package" on her X account:drafts, code screenshots, prototype frameworks, even early run logs—the timestamp in the top right corner was frozen at two years ago.Using that as her "proof," she accused me of plagiarizing her original game.In the past two years, the White family had been cut off and targeted because Vincent turned on them.Territory got eaten. Business got strangled. Her life had gone downhill.Now I was "back from the dead," standing on a
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Like a madman, he dug a bracelet out of his inner pocket.My mom's keepsake.The thing he once "pranked" me into losing, then turned around and gave to Sienna White.His fingers shook so hard it looked like he was holding a burning piece of evidence.He rasped, "Claire... here. I'm giving it back. I'm sorry. I'm wrong. For two years I've lived in pain and guilt every day. I hate myself. I've done so many things that hurt you. You... can you—"He didn't finish.His cuff slid down, exposing his wrist —slash after slash, crisscrossed, horrifying, like punishment he'd carved into himself.My heart got stabbed for a split second, and then it went cold again.I didn't care about his performance of "regretful devotion."I only reached out to snatch my mom's keepsake back."No," I cut him off, ice in my voice."The Claire Bennett who loved you is dead. She died in that 'plane crash' two years ago. One hundred pranks. A miscarriage. A ruined leg. Do you know how many surgeries it took before I
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I whipped around and roared like a beast:"Shut up!"They froze for a second.My chest heaved. My throat burned raw."If it weren't for your prank games, Claire wouldn't be dead!"They blinked then laughed harder, like I'd told the funniest joke."Who are you pretending to be devoted for?" someone sneered. "Weren't you the one who put laxatives in her water?""You were also the one who made her drop her experiment!"That "you were also" hit my face like a hammer.I didn't say another word.I charged and flipped the speaker onto the floor.When my fists landed, I heard the dull thud of bone.They fought back. We tore into each other.The hospital room turned to chaos; monitors shrieked, alarms stabbed into my ears.I didn't know how many hits I took.I didn't know how many I threw.I only knew—I had to smash that laughter.I had to.In the end, I collapsed, limp, covered in injuries, my vision closing in with rings of black.Someone pinned me down. Someone shouted for a doctor. Someone
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She knew the so-called "99 pranks" weren't accidents.It was a group of people treating her like entertainment, like a wager, like something they could crush.And me?I hurt her again and again.I let Sienna and those guys trample her under the name of "game," humiliate her, watch her searching for a bracelet in the rain, picking up paper airplanes in a hallway, breaking down in public until she lost control...I heard her pain.I saw her humiliation.But every time, all it took was Sienna saying, "It's fun," and I shoved my conscience back down and kept playing the Vincent Jones who always "cooperated."The most ridiculous part was—I developed feelings for her inside that prank romance.I held her, kissed her, soothed her, told her "I only love you," told her "it's only you in this life."I watched the light in her eyes get fed out by my hands, then snuffed out by my hands.And I still clung to one line: "The one I love is Sienna."Because I didn't dare lose face.I didn't dare admit
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Vincent's POVThe moment I heard the words "plane crash," my mind went blank for a full second.Like someone hit mute on my world.The next second, tinnitus exploded. Blood rushed backward. My heart felt like a fist grabbed it and yanked it down.I didn't even have time to confirm the flight number, my body moved first.I ran out the door, rushed into the elevator, dashed out of the building.The driver shouted behind me. I couldn't hear.All I remember is refreshing the news again and again in the car, calling her again and again.No answer.Every busy tone felt like someone scooping a hole out of my chest.You could smell the scene from far away.Burned metal, jet fuel, melted plastic, mixed with damp winter wind then punched into my nose like a vicious slap, snapping you awake from any fantasy.Smoke rolled. Police lights painted the ground in red and blue like an unreal dream.The perimeter was layered again and again.Rescue crews, media cameras, screaming and crying, the noise wa
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And behind him was the bodyguard my dad had sent—black suits, earpieces, cold eyes. His presence turned the room into a different world immediately.For the first time, Vincent lost his temper at Sienna.Sienna stared at him for a few seconds, like she realized he still had to do the "final love prank" and keep up appearances with me.With the bodyguard there, she could only swallow her rage, throw out a cold laugh, and storm off.I didn't wait for Vincent to explain a single word.The bodyguard rolled in a wheelchair to take me away.Vincent sensed something was wrong. He pressed a hand down on the wheelchair handle, anxiety surging in his eyes."Claire, what are you doing?"I lowered my gaze. My voice was calm, like I was reading a document that didn't matter:"Going to Italy for treatment. My dad is worried. He wants me to go to Paris."Vincent refused immediately, saying he didn't feel safe letting me go.I almost laughed.Who caused my leg injury?Wasn't the culprit standing right
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