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First day of school, and my roommate Sharon hits me with a $50k guilt trip over some "limited-edition" suitcase. "You're blind or just too dumb to walk straight?" My boyfriend? Useless. Classmates? Total sheep. The dean? Clown. Then I really looked at Sharon. Wait a sec—wasn't she the same scholarship case my family covered?
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A month later, I was tucked away in the library with a book when a senior—basically the campus gossip hotline—slid into the seat next to me.He glanced around, leaned in, eyes buzzing. "Vincci, you hear? Big news—Sharon just blew up in the worst way."I flipped a page without looking up. "Hm?""Massive," he said, practically bouncing. "She owed hundreds of thousands, took out predatory loans—the kind with interest that explodes overnight."He clicked his tongue. "Couldn't pay a dime back. Debt collectors started camping outside her place—nonstop calls, spray-painting threats 'PAY UP OR ELSE' on her walls, even busting her door in the middle of the night."Word got back to the school, and the admin lost it. Yesterday they dropped the hammer—expelled!"Her record's trashed: gross misconduct, illegal loans, wrecking campus order. That mark? Permanent. She's never shaking it.""Oh? Sounds... unfortunate," I said, turning another page."The worst part's still coming." His voice drop
My Charity Case Wants $50k Chapter 9
Three days later, 4:50 p.m. sharp, my phone buzzed. Banking app lit up with a deposit—$172,360. Exact amount.Right after, an unknown number popped up."M-Ms. Visconti..." Her voice was wrecked—raspy, shaking, stuffed with sobs. "I... I transferred the money. Did you get it? Is it enough?"I borrowed from everyone—relatives, old classmates, even people back home. I even took out payday loans. The interest is insane. They took my ID as collateral."So... does this mean... it's over?"She sounded so desperate, like hope was her last lifeline.Payday loans? Giving up her ID? She'd really boxed herself in—guess she's digging her own grave."I got the money." My tone stayed flat. "I keep my word. It's done. Whatever happens next... that's on you.""Thank you! Oh my god, thank you, Ms. Visconti! You're an angel! A saint! Thank you, thank you!" Sharon was practically hysterical, like I'd just handed her a second life.I hung up and tossed her number straight onto my blocklist."You'
My Charity Case Wants $50k Chapter 8
"Forgive you?" My voice was flat, zero emotion.Sharon latched on like it was her last lifeline. "Yes! Please! Ms. Visconti, you're so kind! So merciful! I'll do ANYTHING! I'll be your maid, your shadow, whatever you want!""Alright." I nodded.She lit up—relief flooding her face—until I kept going."That Chanel outfit you're wearing? This season. $8,600. The Dior Lady bag? Limited color, post-allocation? Around $17k. Cartier on your wrist—seven, maybe eight grand. And that Van Cleef four-leaf clover necklace? Full diamond, small size—$9,300."With every price tag, her face got whiter."Oh, and in your dorm? Those three Max Mara coats with tags still on—about two grand each. Two LV Neverfulls—monogram and checkerboard—let's say $4k. Chanel and Dior heels? Ten grand easy. Plus jewelry, scarves, makeup..."I paused, letting it all sink in. "And let's not forget the Hermès suitcase you dented. Yep, the one that's fifty grand. But don't worry—I won't even charge you for emotional da
My Charity Case Wants $50k Chapter 7
"No... impossible..." Sharon's lips were shaking so bad she could barely speak. "How could it... how could YOU be... Vi- Vi-Visconti..."Then boom—she shot up from the floor, tripped over her own feet, and collapsed right in front of us."Mr. Visconti! Mrs. Visconti! Ms. Visconti!" She was full-on ugly crying now—tears, snot, the whole meltdown. "I messed up! I was so, so wrong! I didn't know who I was dealing with! I had no clue! Please, I'm begging! I'm nothing! I don't even deserve to breathe! I screwed up everything!"She started wailing, clawing at her own face, smacking herself so hard the slaps echoed through the hall. Totally unhinged.Between sobs, she gasped, "I fought so hard just to escape that dirt-poor dump I came from. You have no idea what I went through! I can't go back! I'd rather die than go back!"Please, Ms. Visconti! Your family's supported me for years—don't throw me away! I'll be your maid, your servant, whatever you want!"I'll pay you back forever, just
My Charity Case Wants $50k Chapter 6
Sharon lunged for Arnold's arm, fake tears plastered on her face. "Arnold, it's them! She trashed my suitcase and won't pay. Her parents even sicced their bodyguard on me! You gotta—"Smack.The slap cracked through the hallway.Silence. Total silence. Even Mr. Dickson froze, jaw dangling.Sharon's cheek ballooned red. She spun halfway around, hair a mess, eyes glassy like she couldn't compute what just happened. Then—thud. She hit the floor, too stunned to even whine.Arnold shook out his hand like he'd just touched trash.He didn't even look at Sharon, still clutching her cheek like her world just imploded.Instead, he went straight to my parents, dipped his head, voice calm but tight. "Dad, Mom, sorry I'm late. Are you and Vincci okay?"Dad? Mom?The words detonated in the hallway.Mr. Dickson snapped out of it first. His knees buckled, his whole frame wobbling. "M-Mr. Visconti, this... this must be a mistake. W-We didn't know! Please, forgive us, we—"Arnold didn't even
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My shoulder slammed into the cold wall, pain shooting down my back.Before I could catch my breath, Sharon was already winding up—hand raised, eyes gleaming like she'd just won. She aimed straight for my face."Stop!"The voice cut through everything. Deep. Commanding. No room for argument.Her hand froze mid-air, caught in a larger one that clamped around her wrist like a vise. She couldn't move.Sharon spun around, stunned. Her face went pale as the pain hit.Striding toward us was a sharply dressed couple, faces tight with barely contained fury. Right beside them stood the man gripping Sharon's wrist.My parents. And Alfonso, our bodyguard."Dad? Mom?" I blinked, stunned. "I thought you were coming tomorrow.""Vincci, are you okay?" my mom rushed over, gently checking my shoulder and back, eyes full of worry.My dad's face was stone—cold and razor sharp as he stared Sharon down. "Let go," he said flatly. "Now tell me—why were you about to hit her?"Alfonso let go of her w
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