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Allie stood silent, her thoughts a whirlpool of emotions. Cher’s voice, soft yet sharp, pierced the quiet:"Do you remember, Allie? Back then, you were like a white swan to me. Everyone adored you—boys, girls, teachers—it didn’t matter. You were perfect. And I was nothing but a shadow. But when I stood beside you, I felt like I could shine, too."Allie’s lips tightened. "But you never really saw me as a friend, did you?"Cher shook her head, a fleeting vulnerability flashing in her eyes. "No, Allie, that’s not true. You were my best friend. Do you remember the wishing box we buried? Under the magnolia tree?"The words hit Allie like a wave. Of course, she remembered. It was during their last year of middle school—a time when innocence hadn’t yet soured. They’d buried a tiny box beneath the third magnolia tree outside the playground, vowing to dig it up in ten years. It was supposed to be their secret treasure.Cher led the way to the tree, her steps deliberate. Picking up a jagged st

“Allie, you just don’t get it,” Cher sneered, her tone dripping with venom. “You’ve never had to crawl your way up from the dirt, so you wouldn’t understand. Kindness is a weakness for people like us—those who started at the bottom. It’s the quickest way to get crushed.” Allie narrowed her eyes, her voice steady but cold. “Maybe I don’t understand your struggles, Cher. But I do know one thing—no matter how little I have, I’d never resort to hurting others to get what I want.” Cher laughed, the sound hollow and cruel. “How noble of you, Allie. But that’s why I’ll always win. You see the world in black and white. People like me? We live in the gray. And guess what? That’s where the power lies. If I didn’t do what I’ve done, I wouldn’t be standing here today. I wouldn’t have Nick’s attention, nor would I be so close to getting everything I’ve ever wanted.” Allie’s stomach churned. Cher’s words, her confidence, her ruthlessness—it was overwhelming. “If that’s what it takes to succeed

Cher Waverly’s tear-streaked face turned toward the crowd as her trembling voice filled the room. “You all heard it, didn’t you? This is a recording from a month ago. Allie wanted me to get rid of the baby. I never thought she’d actually follow through with something so monstrous. Allison Brooks, how could you be so heartless? You’re nothing but a murderer!” Allie froze. Her body trembled uncontrollably, as if a cold tide had swept through her veins. That recording was indeed her voice—her words—but it wasn’t what it seemed. She had only said it to placate Cher, to cut her off and escape the whirlwind of her manipulations. Never in her darkest nightmares had she imagined Cher would save it, let alone use it like this. She stared at Cher, now sobbing theatrically, and felt an icy wave of fear. How far had Cher planned this? How much of this moment had been crafted in her twisted mind? Allie’s voice caught in her throat. Words clawed at her lips, but no sound came. She was utterl

The next day, Allie Brooks went to campus like any other day. On the surface, everything seemed normal, yet she knew better. Cher Waverly had been absent for two weeks, citing a mysterious leave.Allie didn’t expect to see Cher again so soon, but there she was, the very picture of confidence, chatting animatedly with her peers in the journalism group meeting room.Cher’s eyes met Allie’s as she entered. A flicker of something sharp passed between them—dismissive, almost contemptuous.Allie ignored it and settled into a seat near the back of the room.Kane, the president of the journalism group, soon took the stage, addressing the members with his usual commanding presence. "Thanks for coming, everyone. I’ve called this meeting to announce something important. Since I’ll be graduating soon, it’s time to pass on the torch. We need a new president for the journalism group. I’ve narrowed it down to two candidates: our vice president, Cher Waverly, and our dedicated member, Allie Brooks."

Allie felt her patience snap as she glared at Liam. “What exactly are you trying to accomplish by bringing me here?”Her voice was sharp, her frustration barely concealed. She turned to leave, but Liam’s firm grip on her arm stopped her in her tracks.“If you walk out now,” Liam said, his tone calm but with an edge that sent shivers down her spine, “you’ll miss a performance worth staying for.”She hesitated, narrowing her eyes at him. “What are you planning?”Liam’s smirk was faint but undeniable. “Allie, if you’ve done nothing wrong, there’s no reason to run. And maybe it’s time to stop letting people think they can walk all over you.”His words stung, but there was a truth in them she couldn’t deny. Against her better judgment, she allowed him to guide her back inside, her mind screaming at her to turn around but her feet betraying her.The event was in full swing. The grand ballroom shimmered under the glow of cascading crystal chandeliers, and the soft hum of classical music fil