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Freya ate her up. Sophia: I used to ride for Helene heavy back in college. Never knew she was just a fake ass bitch. Tch. Freya was always the nice one and we treated her like shit just because Helene said so. I feel dumb as hell. Liam: Helene is a worthless model at this point. Who’s gonna book her with that swollen forehead and those videos floating around? Her career is dead. Kayla: Freya is actually that girl. Came in silent, dropped the Obsidian Velvet Card, bought the whole mall, had lawyers bowing to her… Queen shit. Helene could never.

Natalya POV : When he said “THE NIGHTMARE.” I felt something for him, but it definitely wasn’t pity or anything close to that. I just felt drawn to him… nahhh, just kidding. What I felt was pride. Pure, heavy pride, like I was wearing some thick garment over my shoulders. I could hear people everywhere, “Natalya, Natalya, Natalya.” It was... oh my God so damn cool. My head was already losing its normal shape, swelling with pride.

Davis. The only other thing that ever made me feel like I was in heaven like I do now was that hug we shared a long time ago. The hug that I call my heaven. I don't get many of those hugs anymore not so much recently because of everything that recently happened between us but hopefully many more of these heaven moments to come.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

“This is for your good, Maeve, you should block him. You’ll be betrothed to Mr. Smith soon. A billionaire, Maeve! Do you realize what that means for us? We cannot have some stupid boy ruining this arrangement.” “Please Mom, give it back,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm as I reached for the phone. Hudson looked up at him in annoyance. “You all should calm down and stop acting like babies.” Gianna leaned back, her eyes scanning me. “No. I won’t let you mess this up. Mr. Smith is the perfect match, and you—” Her words collided together as a surge of nausea hit me. I clutched tight to the edge of the table, my stomach twisting violently.

“Translation: We see your potential to overspend and we like that.” Heira laughed, shaking her head. For the first time in days, the heaviness in her chest felt lighter. With Bethy around, she could finally breathe. “So,” Bethy said, linking arms with her, “what are we buying today? Something cute? Something dangerous? Something that says ‘I’m a problem and I know it’?” “I don’t know,” Heira said, scanning the racks. “But definitely something that makes me feel alive.” “Say less,” Bethy grinned. “We’re about to transform your day.”

Hestia’s trance to the stranger’s beauty was cut when Damian spoke. “Oh, Miss Tolentino, what can we do for you? I’m sure you’ve meet the Student Council Vice President, Miss Leblanc?” Damian motioned his hand to Hestia and stood beside her. Hestia bowed as a sign of respect, sensing that Miss Tolentino is a senior. “Hi. Oh, no need to bow to me, hehe. Anyways, I’m Freya Tolentino, a 4th year student and the leader of the cheerleading squad. I am also the one that helped Excami gather some information and convince the victims… if she hasn’t mentioned yet.” Freya said in a cheery tone. But Hestia noticed something else behind that cheeriness.

She’s hate me forever. What have I gotten myself into?

Gitana whispered to Keia. With a smile that seemed to come from nowhere, Keia said, “There are plenty of men who’ve been eyeing you since we got here. I’d hate for anything to happen to you.” "Come on, Keia, we’re in the valley, the gang capital of Fabrice. I think I can take care of myself by now." Hera rounded the corner. "Look, if you’re worried about my reputation for your precious show, don’t sweat it—I haven’t lost it. But last I checked, we live in a free country. I do what I want when I want. If that doesn’t sit well with you, we can always go back to our old tent and peasant life," Hera shot back.

My eyes snapped open. I lifted my head fast. Valentina was awake, and she was staring at me with pure hatred, “Valentina…” I said softly, sitting up straight. “Hey… you’re awake. Thank God. Listen, I need to explain what really happened with that maid—” “Don’t,” she cut me off, her voice hoarse and sharp. “Don’t you dare talk to me.” “Please just hear me out,” I begged, still holding her hand. “I said don’t!”