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Top Score, Bottom Morals Chapter 10
The evidence I turned in was airtight. More than enough to put Govind away.To protect Swinton Corp's stock price, the Swintons held an emergency board meeting that same night. They cut Govind off from the inheritance and publicly kicked him out of the family.The arrogant rich-boy heir was headed to prison.The Jevans ended up even worse.I sent Yvette the video of Govind trashing her.Watching the guy she loved humiliate her like that shattered whatever sanity she had left.I heard she completely lost it.She locked herself in her room every day, screaming that she was the top scorer. Anyone who got close, she bit.Jevan Corp was already getting boycotted because of the scandal. Once the cash flow collapsed, the company went bankrupt.I heard my parents sold the mansion and luxury cars while drowning in debt worth tens of millions. They ended up crammed into some dark, damp basement apartment with a completely unhinged Yvette.I heard my dad got his leg broken running from
Top Score, Bottom Morals Chapter 9
After the party, the internet branded the Jevans and Govind as "murderers" and "corrupt elites."I heard Yvette finally snapped under the backlash and investigation. She locked herself in her room, ate paper, and screamed nonstop.Jevan Corp's stock kept crashing, hanging by a thread from bankruptcy.Govind got called in by the cops over and over.I heard he tracked down the driver who took the $500,000 fall-guy deal and barely got himself out of it. Even then, the Swinton family's reputation was wrecked. Rumor was the board wanted to strip him of his inheritance rights.Late one night, after days of being hunted and trashed online, Govind dragged himself back to the estate.I sat by the floor-to-ceiling window reading while moonlight spilled across my face.The second he walked in, he froze.He stared at me like something finally clicked.Maybe he finally realized that for fifteen years, the one who actually gave him peace was never fake, performative Yvette.It was me. The
Top Score, Bottom Morals Chapter 8
Police officers walked in.The lead officer held up his badge, voice sharp and cold. "Which one of you is Yvette Jevan? We received a report, along with solid evidence, that you illegally obtained SAT exam questions. Your scores have been frozen pending investigation. You need to come with us."The ballroom exploded.Cameras flashed nonstop, all pointed at Yvette frozen on stage."Wait, she cheated her way to the top?""Buying exam questions? That's literally a crime!"Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to the floor.Same routine as always.She grabbed her head and started screaming, trying to play the sympathy card again. "I didn't do anything! I don't know anything! You're framing me! My depression's acting up—I'm gonna die!"Mom and Dad lost it.They pointed at me on the floor and started screaming."Was this you, you psycho? You're jealous of Yvette, so now you're making up lies?"Govind's face drained of color.He yanked out his phone, probably trying to get his fami
Top Score, Bottom Morals Chapter 7
Late that night, the mansion was completely silent.I avoided the cameras and slipped into Govind's study.Half a month of acting obedient had finally lowered his guard. He didn't lock the door anymore.I turned on his computer.Password protected.My fingers paused over the keyboard before I typed in Yvette's birthday.Unlocked.A mocking smile pulled at my lips. I shoved the feeling down and kept searching.Finally, buried in a hidden folder, I found it.A record of a $500,000 overseas transfer from Govind to the driver who hit me.So my leg—and all those years of studying—were only worth $500,000 to him.When I opened the second file, my blood went cold.Govind had used his family's connections to bribe people on the test committee. He paid a fortune to leak part of the SAT questions to Yvette.I stared at the screen, feeling sick.Back at the children's home, I'd studied under motion-sensor lights until my eyes burned red just to earn my grades.Yvette only neede
Top Score, Bottom Morals Chapter 6
Blood covered the floor.Jovie lay in the middle of it, face pale, blood pooling beneath her. The cut on her wrist was so deep bone showed through.For the first time, the always-composed Govind lost it.He rushed over like a madman, trembling as he clamped a hand over her wrist. Warm blood seeped through his fingers."Jovie! Wake up! Who said you could die?!"His eyes were bloodshot, his roar echoing through the hallway. Even the doctors running over hesitated when they saw him.Outside the ER, Govind stared at his blood-covered hands, his whole body shaking.He forced himself to breathe, repeating the same thing over and over in his head.'I just don't want Yvette feeling guilty. That's all. This is for Yvette...'But the panic clawing through his chest—so hard it felt like it might rip him apart—wouldn't go away.Three hours later, Jovie was wheeled back into her room.She survived.***Jovie's POVWhen the anesthesia wore off, I opened my eyes.No tears. No breakdown
Top Score, Bottom Morals Chapter 5
The second I cut my wrist, I didn't even feel pain.Just relief.Warm blood poured out, sliding along the chain around my leg and spreading across the floor.Before everything went dark, memories started flashing through my head.Fifteen years ago, a car lost control and came speeding toward us. I shoved Yvette out of the way with everything I had. My knees scraped across the asphalt until the skin tore open.But my parents never comforted me.Yvette curled up in Mom's arms, pointed at me, and cried like she was the victim. "It was Jovie... Jovie tried to push me in front of the car..."Mom slapped me so hard my left ear rang. Nobody cared about the blood at the corner of my mouth.That night, Dad left me outside the rusted gates of the children's home with a burning fever.They held Yvette and comforted her.I stood alone in the freezing rain.From that day on, I knew blood meant nothing.I was born unloved.The scene changed.Winter at the children's home. No heat.I h
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