LOGINI pushed open the door of the classroom and stepped inside. The moment I did, the whispers started again. They were louder this time. Even the teacher stopped writing on the board and gave me a dirty look. His eyes were full of disgust, like I was something dirty on the floor.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around and walked straight out of the class. I didn’t know where to go. I had no one left. I was an orphan now. My relatives had refused to let me see my parents’ bodies. They said I brought shame to the family. They didn’t even want me at the funeral. Tears blurred my eyes as I walked through the school compound. My legs carried me without thinking. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Cassian’s playhouse. Everyone knew this building. It was like his private kingdom inside the school. He never attended normal classes. He and his friends stayed here all day, doing whatever they wanted. I didn’t knock. I just pushed the door open. Inside, Cassian was sitting on a big couch with Hanna Andersson on his lap. Darren Fletcher and Hans Walter were there too, laughing and drinking from expensive bottles. They all looked up when I entered. For a second, everything went quiet. Then they started laughing. “Look who came to visit,” Darren said with a smirk. “The school slut herself.” Hans leaned back and eyed me from head to toe. “Nice body you showed in that video, Marie. Too bad we had to blur our faces. You looked like you were having the time of your life.” Hanna giggled and kissed Cassian’s cheek. “Baby, tell her to leave. Her smell is ruining the air in here.” Tears fell down my cheeks again. My eyes hurt from crying so much, but I couldn’t stop them. I walked closer to Cassian and stopped right in front of him. “Why?” My voice came out broken. “Why did you do that to me, Cassian? Just because I took first position in the mid-term exams? You ruined my entire life for that?” Cassian looked at me with cold eyes. He didn’t even move Hanna from his lap. I continued, my voice shaking badly now. “You could have just told me to step down. You could have beaten me like you always do. I wouldn’t have complained. I would have taken twentieth position, even last position if you wanted. But you didn’t do that. You decided to destroy me completely.” I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, but more kept coming. “My parents died in less than twenty-four hours after that video was posted. My father had a heart attack because of the shame. My mother took her own life. She left a note cursing me. My relatives won’t even let me see their bodies one last time. They say I’m no longer part of the family.” I looked straight into Cassian’s eyes. “Did you do it because you know the police can’t touch you? Because your father owns this school and half the town? Because you feel like you own the world?” My voice cracked completely. “I hate you, Cassian Hale. I hate you with everything I have.” None of them moved. They just stared at me like I was putting on a show. I smiled through my tears. Then I started laughing. I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. The laughter turned into sobs, and soon I couldn’t tell which was which. They were all looking at me now like I had gone crazy. Maybe I had. Losing everything in two days could make anyone mad. My eyes landed on a small fruit knife on the table beside them. I reached out and grabbed it before anyone could stop me. Hans jumped up first. “Marie, drop that knife right now!” Darren laughed nervously. “Come on, crazy girl. Don’t do anything stupid.” Cassian finally pushed Hanna off his lap and stood up. “Put it down, scholarship trash.” I looked at all of them one by one — Cassian, Hanna, Darren, Hans. My hand was shaking, but my mind was clear. “You all will feel what I’m feeling right now,” I said slowly. “The pain of losing someone you love. The pain of being betrayed. The pain of being humiliated in front of the whole world. Karma is a bitch. It might not come today. It might not come from me. But one day, you will be destroyed. It might take years, but it will happen. I swear it.” Tears ran down my face as I pressed the knife against my wrist and cut deep. Blood poured out fast. Hans shouted, “Shit! Someone stop her!” I dropped the knife on the floor. It made a loud clink. Blood dripped from my wrist onto the expensive carpet. I turned around and walked out without saying another word. Behind me, they started laughing again. “She’s actually crazy!” Hanna said loudly. “Stupid girl,” Darren added. “Did she think that would scare us?” “Drama queen,” Cassian’s voice followed. “She’ll be fine. Just wants attention.” I didn’t want to hear any more. I had been hurt enough. I left the school building. I didn’t go back to class. I left my books, my bag, everything. I just walked out of the school gate. The morning sun was warm on my skin, but inside I felt nothing but cold pain. My body hurt. My mind was a mess. My heart was broken into pieces that could never be fixed. I walked all the way home. When I reached our small house, I didn’t go inside. I went straight to my father’s old car parked in front. I opened the door, sat behind the wheel, and pressed the start button. The engine came alive with a low roar. My mind was a jumbled mess. Thoughts of my mom’s last words, my dad’s flatlined heart monitor, the video, the laughter — everything mixed together like a storm. I drove without knowing where I was going. Hours passed. The sun moved across the sky. By evening, I found myself at the top of a lonely mountain road. The car stopped right at the edge of a high cliff. I smiled. I got out of the car slowly. My wrist was still bleeding. My lips felt dry and pale. My eyes were red and swollen from crying all day. The wind blew strongly, carrying the smell of pine trees and fresh air. Down below, the valley looked peaceful and far away. I freed my mind of everything. No more pain. No more shame. No more whispers. “Finally… freedom,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and jumped. The air rushed past me as I fell. For the first time in two days, I felt...... LIGHT.**Marie’s Apartment**The car dropped me off in a quiet, ordinary neighborhood in Berlin. The house wasn’t fancy — just a simple two-story building with plain white walls and a small garden in front. But it was completely paid for and belonged to my mom. No landlord, no debts, no one asking questions. That was what mattered.I rang the doorbell twice, then pressed my fingerprint on the hidden scanner beside the door. It clicked open softly. I stepped inside and called out, “Mom? I’m here.”No answer.I smiled to myself. I knew exactly where she would be. I closed the door behind me, locked it, and walked through the simple living room toward the basement stairs. The house looked normal upstairs — old furniture, family photos that were all fake, and a kitchen that smelled of herbal tea. But downstairs was where the real Marie Gretel lived.I opened the heavy basement door and stepped into the dark room. The only light came from multiple computer screens glowing on a long desk. Marie sa
I tossed and turned in the big, soft bed for what felt like hours. The luxury around me should have made me sleep like a baby, but my mind wouldn’t rest. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Cassian’s cold gray eyes and Hanna’s angry face. Finally, I couldn’t bear it anymore. I sat up and switched on the bedside lamp.I didn’t know if there were cameras or listening devices hidden in the guest house. Rich people like Cassian probably watched everything. I had to be careful. I pulled out my old phone from my bag and took several pictures of the beautiful room — the large bed, the expensive furniture, the sparkling bathroom I could see through the open door. I sent them all to my mom with a short message: “I’m inside. Guest house for now.”Less than five minutes later, my phone buzzed with her reply.Marie: “Good girl. Stay safe. Come visit me tomorrow. I have something important to tell you.”I typed back quickly: “I don’t know if I can leave in the morning, but don’t worry. I will come
The Maybach slowed down and honked twice. The massive iron gate swung open smoothly, and my jaw nearly hit the ground.The estate was huge. Tall, perfectly trimmed hedges lined the long driveway. Soft golden lights glowed along the path, making everything look like a dream. There were beautiful fountains with water sparkling under the lights, marble statues of angels and lions, and large flower beds filled with white roses and lavender. In the middle of the courtyard stood a tall modern sculpture that looked like it cost more than my entire life. The main house rose ahead like a palace — white walls, huge glass windows, and elegant pillars that made it look like something from a fairy tale or those heavenly realms you see in Chinese movies. Luxury cars were parked neatly on one side, and I could see a large swimming pool glowing blue in the distance. What else did you expect from a billionaire?I got down from the car in a daze, my old shoes touching the smooth stone driveway. The coo
Cassian didn’t know what was wrong with him, but ever since he met me yesterday, his mind hadn’t been able to delete me from his thoughts. He knew Hanna would definitely try something shady. He had spoiled her over the years, making her think she could do anything and still get away with it because he was a powerhouse. But when you stay with someone for a long time and they just stop valuing you, that’s how he felt about Hanna. He had never cheated on her, never even had it in his mind, but she was crossing every button line. He pocketed his phone and used the office landline to call the finance department to send some money to Victor, then went to work.------I walked out of the Blue Stars Hotel with Lila beside me. The night air was cold, and my feet ached from the long shift. My head still throbbed a little under the bandage, but I kept my face soft and tired.Lila looked at me with worry in her eyes. “Hazel, let me walk you home tonight. It’s dark and after what happened yesterda
**BLUE STAR'S HOTEL**I slipped in through the back door of the hotel, keeping my head low. My body still hurt, but I couldn’t miss another shift. The staff quarters were small and smelled of cheap perfume and sweat. I sat down on the old wooden bench and started to change my clothes when the door swung open.The manager, Mrs. Keller, stormed in. Her face was red and angry. She didn’t even look at me properly before she started shouting.“Where the hell were you last night, Hazel? You left in the middle of your shift without telling anyone! Do you think this is a charity? I had to cover your tables myself. Customers were complaining!”She kept going, throwing insults at me one after another. “You’re always causing problems. Lazy, irresponsible girl. If you don’t want this job, there are a hundred others waiting to take it. I should just fire you right now!”I kept my head down and said nothing. The small bandage on my forehead was still there, but she didn’t even notice it. She was to
I pulled the IV out with one quick movement. A small drop of blood appeared on my skin, but I ignored it. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up. The hospital gown was thin and open at the back, but I had no other clothes. I tied the strings as best as I could and walked out of the room barefoot.No one stopped me. The nurses were busy at the station, and I slipped past them quietly. I took the elevator down to the ground floor and stepped out into the cool night air. A taxi was waiting near the entrance. I got in and gave the driver the address of my apartment.“Take me to 47 Elm Street,” I said softly.The driver looked at me strangely because of the hospital gown, but he didn’t ask questions. The ride was silent. I stared out the window, thinking about everything that had just happened.When we arrived, I paid with the little cash I had in the small pocket of the gown. My apartment building looked even worse at night. It was an old, run-down four-story building with







