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Scarlett's POVI carried my mask well. My mum didn't notice a thing when I finally walked through the front door.I got to my room, shut the door quietly, and collapsed onto my mattress. But I couldn't sleep. My mind was racing too fast.I needed to come up with something. I can't let them take Evan. My mum was already overworking herself; I have seen her sway on her feet several times, only to hastily grip the counter and pretend it was nothing. She looks older than most people her age now cause of the exhaustion and overworking. And I can't let her find out about Mr. Daniel's threat. If she does, she would push herself even harder, and I can't afford to lose both my parents.I need to do something, and the only thing that keeps coming to my mind is to take on more jobs.I have four exhausting ones already. But I am ready to give it all I've got, even if it means taking on fifty more jobs.I was already out the door by 4 AM the next morning. I left a small note on the kitchen table:

Scarlett's POV I moved slowly away from the window, making sure my footsteps were completely silent on the damp grass so the guy I was peeping on inside the room wouldn't notice a thing. My heart was racing, but I forced my face to stay completely blank.The safe way to get out of this was to answer this blue-eyed intruder who was busy intruding in my business. He stood tall, blocking the paved pathway."Who are you and what are you looking for?" he asked again. He adjusted a heavy sports bag on his broad shoulder, the thick canvas making a rough scraping sound against his jacket. His blue eyes narrowed at me with clear suspicion, studying my face like he was trying to memorize it."Uhm, I'm nobody. I just missed my way," I lied smoothly. I turned and walked away really fast before he could engage further or ask any more questions. The back of my neck prickled, feeling his intense stare following me as I put distance between us.When I got to the end of the paved path, I turned to lo

Scarlett's POV I slipped back into the dorm room just past one in the morning, closing the door with a barely audible click. The room was pitch black, except for the faint moonlight spilling across Mia’s bed. She deeply asleep, buried under a mountain of blankets. I let out a shaky breath and leaned my head against the wooden door. Every muscle in my body was screaming. I stripped off my dark clothes in the cramped bathroom and stepped under a freezing cold shower. I let the icy water run over me, tracing the tender, blooming bruises along my ribs where he had violently shoved me against the wardrobe. My chest heaved. A million thoughts raced through my head. I had underestimated him. He wasn't just some guy; his reflexes were terrifyingly fast, his strength overwhelming. I needed to completely re-strategize if I was going to carry out this hit smoothly. Too much was at stake. I couldn't afford to lose my mother, and I couldn't afford to fail the debt collectors. I stepped out,

Adrian's POVThe outdoor party was loud, the crisp night air thick with the smell of cheap beer and raw adrenaline. Winning on Friday had set the campus on fire, and tonight's celebration had spilled out across a massive open yard. The heavy bass from the speakers vibrated through the grass, a stark contrast to the quiet, calculated way I usually have to navigate my life.Blake had led the congratulatory shot toast, soaking in the cheers of the crowd. But right after, Abel stepped into my space, his jaw tight."You're always playing favorites, Whitlock," Abel sneered, keeping his voice low. "He led the shot again."Abel had said I was being partial with who led the shot and everything, and that I have always been biased whenever it has to do with Blake.I was pissed 'cause that's not exactly true."You think we don't see it?" Abel continued, his tone turning venomous. "You treat this roster like it's your personal kingdom, and Blake gets to do whatever he wants while the rest of us ju

Scarlett's POV "I'm not going to give in to them. That's not happening. I am going to class.""Lettie!" Mia called out. I ignored her and kept my pace brisk until she had to jog to catch up with me.We eventually parted ways; Mia headed toward her building, and I marched straight toward my lecture hall.The second I stepped through the double doors, every head in the room snapped toward me. I had anticipated the stares, so I kept my face entirely blank, walking down the aisle to find an empty seat. But just as I slid into a desk, a guy in the back row decided to read the blog headline out loud, his voice carrying perfectly over the pre-class chatter.The entire hall erupted in laughter."I didn't know the new scholarship girl was the hockey king's whore," a voice chimed in. It was Selena, the self-appointed celebrity of our class. She didn't even bother to look at me, keeping her eyes fixed on a compact mirror as she carefully touched up her lip gloss. "You slept your way to getting