บททั้งหมดของ The girl he called ugly: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Lucy's povThe sunlight cutting through the curtains was blinding. I groaned and turned over, my eyes opened slowly, the golden boy of the school was lying right next to me and it was so real to be true. In between my legs aches, reminding me of my decision last night.He opened his eyes and it widened in shock. “What the fuck!” He exclaimed. Jumped out of the bed and started putting on his clothes that were scattered all over the room.‘'Who the hell are you?” he asked, looking at me like dirt.“You..we…” I stammered. My voice trembled.“Look, you see this?” His hand moved between us. “This was a mistake. I was drunk last night and…”He was cut half way when he saw the blood stains on the bed. It now dawned on him that he deflowered me.“Like I was saying, “ he continued. “Last night never happened, and if you say a word.. just one word to anybody, I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand!” I nodded, trembling.He covered his nose with a mask and pulled a cap over his

Richard’s POVShe was no longer the timid girl who was chubby, thick lens glasses and red hair. The ugly duckling as we all call her.She has transformed into a new person within these five years. Her confidence, radiant, good body and utterly in control.When I saw her standing under those golden lights tonight, accepting her award in that crimson gown that hugged every inch of her confidence, I almost forgot to breathe.I watched the girl I once shattered rise higher than I could ever imagine.I still remember the night we shared back in college like it's yesterday. But I allowed my pride to cloud me.I was supposed to defend her but rather, humiliated her in front of everyone and watched her get bullied.When she stepped off the stage, I followed her discreetly toward the exit, ignoring the few acquaintances who tried to stop me for a handshake.“I know she acted like she didn’t know me,” I muttered to myself, loosening my tie as I waited near the doors, “but I’ll make her remember

Lucy’s povRichard and Clara were arguing near the far wall, half-hidden behind a marble pillar, but not hidden enough. Clara’s hand shot up, sharp and accusing, pointing directly toward where I stood. Richard caught her wrist mid-air and pulled it down, his jaw tight, his voice too low for me to hear but clearly not gentle.Wait. Was this about me?I told myself to look away. It wasn’t my business. But my eyes betrayed me and stayed exactly where they were.Richard said something final, something that made Clara’s whole body go rigid, and then he simply turned and walked off, leaving her standing there alone. She squeezed her hands into fists so tight her knuckles went pale, her breathing visibly uneven even from across the room.Then she looked up. Straight at me.The glare she gave me could have set the whole hall on fire. It lasted only a few seconds before she spun on her heel and stormed toward the exit.“What was that all about?” Susan’s voice came from behind me.“I can’t real

Lucy’s POV“So, Lucy, you’ve decided to ruin my relationship, right?” Clara continued, her voice rising, deliberately loud enough for every table around us to hear.People were already recording. Phones angled toward us from every direction.“Young lady, stop embarrassing yourself. You’re attracting people’s attention here,” I said, keeping my voice low, hoping she’d have enough sense left to lower hers too.“And that’s exactly what I want,” she snapped, “since you refused to leave my fiancé alone.”“Clara, can you stop this madness!” Richard shouted, slamming his hand against the table hard enough to rattle the glasses.“Oh, you see what you’ve caused, Lucy.” Her eyes were wild now, tears gathering at the edges but never quite falling. “You jezebel. Turning my man against me.”I couldn’t say a word. My throat had closed around every sharp response I wanted to throw back at her. All I could do was scan the room, searching for a way to disappear from an atmosphere that had gone thick w

Lucy’s POVThe moment I got home, Susan was already waiting for me by the entrance door. She was practically glued to her phone but noticed when I arrived. “Miss, I know what I’m doing,” she said, mimicking my voice in that exaggerated tone she always used right before delivering bad news. “Do you know what this is?” She asked, showing me her phone screen. “You’re trending all over the place.”I rolled my eyes, kicking off my heels by the door. I already knew. I’d felt my phone buzzing nonstop the entire ride home, and I hadn’t had the strength to look.“I’ll find a way to sort it out,” I said, trying to squeeze past her into the house. “I’ve had enough for one day. Can you at least let me in before you start crucifying me?”She stepped aside, though not without a dramatic sigh. “I had a plan for tonight. Wine, your favorite takeout, maybe a movie to celebrate surviving another showcase. I did not plan for my best friend to become a trending scandal by 9 p.m.”“Neither did I,” I mutt