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PHOEBE'S POV... ............................................................... I don't even know how I'm going to do it. I mean giving a tour is one thing giving the fact that it's just for a day and I dont have to be too engage in too much of a conversation but tutoring somebody and not just anybody but Cole Reese aka 'The devil" , the new student that everybody seems to be weary about crosses my capability line by a long shot.

Grace advised. “Okay, let me talk to her.” I bobbed my head while dialling the contact of a clumsy badass. “Hello?” I called out. “Hello,” she replied with a very cold tone I never knew she had in her. “It's Phoebe, I don't know if you still have this number or not. I just want to inform you that whatever you think is going on between Xander and me is false, it's not true. The only relationship we have with each other is friends, nothing more. Concerning the pregnancy, I remember telling you that I slept with a stranger, all the money that I spent was what I took from him among the stack of money that was piled up on the table stand, the one night stand that I had resulted to the baby bump i

I tucked my hands into my front pockets to hide my fingers from the cold, regretting not wearing a sweater. "Well, you have to do something. Your dad will hear about it if he hasn't already. I highly doubt he won't realize it's you." She said as she pulled out her phone to reply to a text with a large smile. I glanced over her shoulder to see the name. "Dickhead." I read out loud. "That wouldn't happen to be the guy from the party last week, would it?" Bumping my shoulder into hers as a blush filled her cheeks. "Shut up." She snipped as she shoved her phone into her back pocket and laced her arm through mine. "We aren't talking about me. We are talking about you, Cinderella." The groan that

“Yet what you said didn’t sound like scare-talk. You even brought up Denise. You seem remarkably well-informed.” Phoebe shot back, “Knowing your business is hardly supernatural. We’re all from Shandor; ladies talk. Is that strange?” It wasn’t. Put a table of rich wives together for tea and they’ll mine more secrets than a paparazzo—who’s hiring male models abroad and in which positions, as if they’d watched from the foot of the bed. Candice blinked. “Oh, so you’re Denise’s fan. Collecting her news—did you ever ask for an autograph?”

he asked with a scoff. Anya was having an internal meltdown. She did not know what to say nor could she speak. Phoebe, however, was not going to surrender just yet. She gritted her teeth and thought, 'If I'm going down today, I'm bringing Corinne down with me!' "Dad, even if Anya was the mastermind behind the online scandal about Corinne, who's to say there's no truth to the stories? Maybe Anya was just trying to show everyone Corinne's true colors so that fewer people would be taken in by her!" said Phoebe.

No matter who the person behind was, she would make him pay the price. In Donald's villa, Phoebe usually liked to watch anime and surfing on the internet. When she opened a search box, a hot search term immediately came out. When she suddenly saw Emmitt's name, she couldn't help but become shocked and naturally checked it. The page she clicked on immediately contained an eye—catching black headlines, "The rich playboy cheated his fiancée for an internet celebrity." There followed a ridiculing passage with the photos showing their intimacy. After Phoebe finished reading them all, her eyes widened slightly.

However, just as she stood up, she realized that her legs were weak and still trembling forcefully. In the end, she stumbled against Alex. “You mustn’t tell a soul about what happened today, especially not Cheryl Coney,” Phoebe said as she stared at Alex. “Don’t worry. I’m not an idiot!” Alex said. Phoebe became upset again when she saw his demeanor. “You’re not an idiot, but you’re still pretending to be a good guy despite having taken advantage of me. Good for you, but I’m a virgin who’s been touched all over by you. What will I do in the future?”

“I’ll go to the newspapers, Lorenzo, I’ll go over every single social media. Since they seem so interested in you, I'll give them chapter and verse on this whole sleazy little episode and then compensate Roxie with the proceeds...” Lorenzo studied her with a quality of incredulous disgust that was unmistakable. Silently, Phoebe cringed from that look, and, terrified of betraying any further weakness, she got up on cotton wool legs. Turning her back to him, she tipped her old canvas shoes out of the relevant carrier bag and slid her feet into them. With a nerveless grip on the bag that contained the rest of what she had been wearing that first evening, Phoebe walked past him, her head as high

Every claim backed by proof. The day of the exposé arrived faster than Elara had anticipated. The air was thick with tension as she sat in the living room of her estate, watching the news unfold. Reporters had caught wind of the story, and the headlines were already flooding in: "Hawthorne Scandal: Cassia’s Empire Built on Lies?" "Shocking Revelations from Hawthorne Heiress’s Private Diary" "Manipulation, Fraud, and Betrayal: The Dark Side of the Hawthorne Legacy"

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