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All Chapters of Her Reckoning: Love is the deadliest game of all: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The next morning, Angelique rose early for her first day at university. Excitement tingled through her veins. The night before, she had stopped at a shopping center to buy a new outfit. First impressions were everything — especially here. It was true she belonged to the A-Class, but she wasn’t yet sure if she ranked in the upper or lower tier. Her goal was clear: to make connections with the S-Class — particularly with Trunks. Angelique was what many would call a femme fatale. She could radiate quiet, untouchable elegance one day, and irresistible allure the next. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. That morning, she chose to highlight her seductive side — just enough to turn heads, yet not enough to lose her sophistication. After pampering herself meticulously, she slipped into her new outfit and headed to class. As she stepped out of her car, all eyes turned toward her. Whispers rippled through the courtyard. Who is she? Where did she come

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Three hours later, the first class of the day finally ended. Students began packing up, their chatter filling the air as some hurried to their next lecture, others lingered for a break, and a few were done for the day altogether. Angelique’s classes were over. But truthfully, she hadn’t absorbed a single word from the past three hours. Her attention had been fixed entirely on him — Trunks. The way he wrote, the way he adjusted his glasses when thinking, the quiet composure he carried. She studied his every movement, every subtle expression. And she could feel the others noticing it too — the curious glances, the faint whispers. As she gathered her things, an unfamiliar perfume drifted close. Suhee stopped in front of her, gaze sweeping from head to toe before settling on the golden pin clipped to Angelique’s blazer. “A-Class Upper, huh?” she said, tapping the pin lightly. “Who are you? I’ve never seen you around before.” “I’m a transfer student. Today’s my first day,” An

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Trunks watched Angelique disappear between the shelves, then felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Alejandro: Where are you, bro? Meet us at the shooting range. Trunks: I’m quite busy right now. Alejandro: Oh, please. You always say no. Come this time. Trunks: Okay. He sighed, slipped his phone away, and left the library. ¤¤¤ “Hey, Trunks! You finally came,” Ryan called when he arrived at the shooting range. “I’m not really into guns,” Trunks said, adjusting his glasses. “But you’re a rich man,” Alejandro replied, aiming downrange. “You need to know how to defend yourself.” He fired. The bullet struck near the center, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Trunks flinched. “Wow! That was great, bro!” Ryan laughed. Alejandro smirked, then offered Trunks a cigarette. “Want one?” “You know I don’t smoke,” Trunks said softly. Alejandro sighed in mock annoyance and handed him a gun instead. “At least try this. Here—let me show you.” He guided Trunks’s hands,

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Once, there was a scandal in school. A girl was screaming on the first floor, and students spilled out of classrooms to see what was happening. She cried and raged, her voice shredding the quiet until whispers spread like wildfire. Angelique, passing by, stopped and asked a nearby student, “What’s going on? Why is she screaming?” “That girl—she was sexually assaulted. Allegedly,” the student replied in a hushed voice. “Assaulted? Who could do such a horrible thing?” Angelique murmured, horrified. As the commotion grew, the S-Class students arrived. The distraught girl lunged forward and grabbed Ryan by the collar. “R*a*p*i*s*t! R*a*p*i*s*t! You’re a R*a*p*i*s*t!” she screamed. Cornelia, Alejandro, Trunks, and Suhee stared at him, stunned. “What do you mean?” Ryan said, pushing her away. “You drugged me and you abused me!” she sobbed. “What is going on here?” the head of department demanded as he hurried to

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Ryan and Pavitra had a huge argument after the assault accusations. Pavitra cried until morning, unable to believe that Ryan could not only cheat on her but also be capable of assaulting someone. He tried everything to defend himself, but Pavitra refused to listen until she had proof. By the next morning, whispers spread across campus: Rachel had admitted she lied about Ryan. A wave of h#atred flooded the school’s social media, soon turning into real-life h#arassment. Not just against Rachel—but against all the scholarship students. Comments grew more and more vicious: “See why we shouldn’t have those sheep on campus?” “She looked so innocent. I actually trusted her. Turns out all poor people are the same.” “Poor Ryan. Imagine the scandal.” “I saw Rachel crying this morning. She’s so manipulative—OMG.” “We need to do something. #TheSheepMustGo.” Rachel was devastated. But what could she do? Even other scholarship students turned against her. M

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The next few days passed quietly, almost too quickly. Before Trunks knew it, the weekend had arrived. At exactly two o’clock in the afternoon, he stood in front of Angelique’s apartment door, his palms sweating, his heart racing faster than ever before. He glanced down at his notepad one last time, double-checking the list of advice Alejandro and Ryan had given him. “Flowers? Check. Compliments? Check. Smile… not too big. Okay—big smile. Maybe too big,” he muttered under his breath. Taking a deep breath, he rang the doorbell. The door swung open, and he immediately bowed his head, presenting a bouquet of flowers. “I bought this for you,” he said, voice tense with nervousness. A burst of laughter answered him. “Look up, Trunks—it’s Pavitra,” she said, grinning. He lifted his head, blinking in surprise. “Oh! I—I’m so sorry. I thought you were Angelique. She told me to pick her up at two.” Pavitra smiled knowingly. “You know girls are always late. But it’s good you came e

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“So, you mean Trunks is now officially dating that dumbass?” Cornelia asked, her jaw dropping. “Yes,” Suhee replied quietly, disappointment lacing her voice. “Actually,” Cornelia continued, twirling a strand of her hair, “we can’t really blame him. She’s prettier… and rich.” “Connie, you’re not helping,” Suhee said sharply, glaring at her. Cornelia raised her hands in defense. “Sorry.” Suhee sighed, sinking deeper into her chair. “Connie, what should I do now? Help me. I can’t openly fight her—Trunks asked me not to argue with her again—but I can’t just sit back and let her win that easily.” Cornelia’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “Hmm… I think I have an idea.” Meanwhile, in a bar nearby, Ryan slammed his hand on the table dramatically. “Bro, I have news you won’t believe.” “You’ll practically believe because it was pretty obvious but you’d never had thought it’ll be this soon.” Ryan added Alejandro arched an eyebrow. “Spill the tea.” Ryan smirked. “Trun

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The S-Class gathered in the Diamond Room — all except Trunks, as usual. The air was heavy with chatter, laughter, and that thin veil of superiority only they could pull off. “So, you finally lost to Angelique?” Ryan teased, leaning back with a smug grin. “At least I’m not a r@pist… allegedly,” Suhee shot back, her voice calm, her tone razor-sharp. “Hey! Stop that. I’m innocent!” Ryan protested, his face twisting in mock outrage. “And I’m the Queen of England,” Suhee said flatly, taking a sip of her drink. “Ah, can you both just shut up? My head’s pounding,” Alejandro groaned, rubbing his temples. Ryan turned back to Suhee. “Seriously though, what are you planning to do now?” “Nothing,” Suhee said simply. “He made his choice. I respect it.” Ryan sighed. “If I were you, I wouldn’t let that slide.” Suhee caught sight of Cornelia smiling dreamily beside her. “Why are you smiling like that, Conn

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At seven the chauffeur’s car slid up to the hotel-like complex that housed Trunks’ penthouse. The entry was private. Bodyguards escorted her through polished marble; the elevator hummed up into a world of neutral tones and curated light. She stepped into a space that looked made for a magazine spread — library wall, private gym, a shimmering pool, a luxuriously soft living area with glass doors looking over the mini-city. Trunks waited at the entrance, awkward and ardent. “I hope you like it,” he said. She kissed him without hesitation. “Yes. I hope soon you’ll give me access so I can come anytime.” “You can. It’s yours now,” he answered, blushing. “Your girlfriend is very beautiful,” Grandma Yuna said, materializing like a warm presence in the doorway. Angelique turned and smiled at the elderly woman. “Nice to meet you, Grandma Yuna. I guess I’m your granddaughter now.” Grandma Yuna gave a polite nod; her eyes, however, were not unclouded. Angelique met the gaze and off

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