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I stepped closer, lowering my voice so no one else could hear. “You need to go back to your room,” I said firmly. “Now.” Emily stared at me for a long moment. I could see she was calculating. Assessing. Choosing the best way to drag me into the game she’d created. Then, like a child suddenly losing her grip on reality, she cried harder. “I don’t have anyone here,” she said. “Everyone only sees me as a product. As a brand face. But you know who I really am.” I closed my eyes for a second, holding back the exhaustion rolling behind my skull. Those words used to make me feel guilty.

Thalia “Emily!” I yelled out. She shrugged her shoulders and handed me my phone. I stared at the text that she sent for a few seconds wishing I could take it back. It sounded stupid, childish, and insecure to me. There were so many flaws in the short text messages that made me want to hide away. “The deed is already done.” Emily said as if that was supposed to make me feel less ashamed. “You shouldn’t have sent it.” I let out. “If you didn’t want to send it then you shouldn’t have typed it out. He will read and respond, okay? Just let it go now.”

“Why?” Emily shrugged. “You’re smart, you’ve got good instincts, and you’re not afraid to speak your mind. That alone would shake up half the women in there. But also, I think it’d be good for you—to see the other side of this world you’re in now. Maybe even make a few connections.” I let out a soft laugh. “Emily, I don’t think I’m the brunch-at-the-estate kind of woman.” “You don’t have to be,” she replied gently. “Just think about it. You might surprise yourself. And if it gets awkward, I’ll be right there to save you.”

"Look, this friendship will only work out if you talk, and if you're honest, so please!" I end up giving a truthful answer and she sighs in relief. Why? I've seen her and Philip. you know. she should be feeling embarrassment! "What?" I look at her weirdly. "I have tits and an ass. If you think that I'm hiding them you're wrong. I have parts under my clothes, and I'm not ashamed of them," says Emily. "So you'd walk around naked?" I try to understand. "Goddess, no! I have self-respect!" Wait, what?

I knew Emily wouldn't give up unless she achieved her aim, and I cannot wait to see what she had under her sleeve. "You are so proud, Lexi. There's a saying that money changes personality. I didn't know how true that is until I saw you today. The pathetic, ugly, and desperate leech from years ago is pretending to be a woman of dignity when she had sold that years ago to my brother," Emily started, and I couldn't help but be impressed by her skill even though I hated that I was. Just when I thought she had nothing to say again. How did she think of this?

It’s urgent. I sat up, frowning. Emily rarely sounded this serious. We’d only known each other for a few weeks, but we’d already met up a few times, and I could tell she was a really good person. Her warm, nice personality had quickly made her a friend I could rely on. Curious and slightly worried, I replied: Me: Of course. Where? Emily: The usual spot. But please, don’t come with your car. Just take a cab. That last part was odd, but I didn’t question it. If Emily needed me, I wasn’t about to let her down. I grabbed my bag, threw on a brown short dress, and hurried out.

Calvin teased, which earned him a playful jab in the stomach from Emily. There was no doubt about Emily's "dirty mind." Since high school, her brain had been filled with teen romance novels. While not explicit, romance novels had introduced her to passionate encounters and desires. So when Emily decided to major in education, her family was quite surprised. With her quirky and extroverted nature, everyone doubted that Emily could be a teacher. But Emily managed to prove them wrong. After she graduated, she received a job offer to teach at Cempaka Putih Elementary School through a friend. Thanks to her outgoing personality, Emily quickly built strong relationships with her colleagues and beca

But firmly enough to steady her before she spiraled. “You’re not,” he said. “You’re not a thing. You’re not a prize. You’re not a target—” Her voice cracked. “Adrian… they just said I am.” “Because they see everything as a resource,” he whispered. “They don’t understand humanity. They don’t understand you.” Emily blinked fast, tears threatening but refusing to fall. “I don’t even know what I am.” “You’re Emily,” he said simply. “You’re still you.”

"Oh, Emily, what happened to you? Are you okay?" Emily's reaction was swift and fierce. She flung his hands away, her eyes blazing with a warning. "Don't touch me!" Amelia stepped forward, her voice laced with feigned worry. "Emily, darling, we were worried sick about you. Are you alright? What happened?" Emily's gaze narrowed, her eyes darting between Jackson and Amelia. She knew their concern was a ruse, a ploy to manipulate and control. She refused to play along, her silence a defiant shield against their false empathy.

It was Emily, a woman whose presence in this unexpected encounter was enigmatic, to say the least. When Francisco's intense gaze fell upon Emily, he was met with an audacious smile and a flirtatious wink. "Did I interrupt you, babe?" Emily inquired, her voice dripping with innuendo. Emily, with her striking beauty and an allure that could captivate any soul, had long graced the pages of fashion magazines as a celebrated model. Her ebony eyes, raven-black hair, and alluring figure possessed the kind of allure that could captivate any man. Her beauty was both mesmerizing and provocative, leaving a trail of longing in its wake.