At the wedding, I saw my fiancé's sister. Seeing that sweet smile on her face made me feel nauseous, and I crazily ran out of the wedding hall.
At the wedding, I saw my fiancé's sister. Seeing that sweet smile on her face made me feel nauseous, and I crazily ran out of the wedding hall.
At the wedding, I met my fiancé's younger sister.
When I saw her face with that sweet smile, I felt a wave of nausea and rushed out of the wedding hall like crazy.
She was the one who, when I was in high school, forced me to lick her phlegm, stuffed snow into my clothes and pressured me to drop out of school.
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In the wedding hall, the pure and solemn Wedding March was playing while Kevin George and I were exchanging rings.
Kevin slipped the ring onto my finger and earnestly made a promise, saying, "Anna, I'll love you all my life."
I smiled happily, and thunderous applause broke out all around.
Just at that moment, the doors of the hall opened wide.
My expression froze instantly when I saw the person who came in.
"Kevin, you didn't even wait for me," Luna George teased as she walked in, wearing a pale purple gown that was both elegant and adorable.
Kevin smiled helplessly yet affectionately, then turned to explain to me, "Anna, don't take it to heart. Luna just rushed back from studying in Babil."
But I couldn't hear a word he said. Watching Luna approaching with her charming smile step by step, I suddenly felt my stomach churning uncontrollably as if there were waves crashing inside.
I never forgot how she used that very same innocent-looking smile to make her followers press my head to the ground and spit out the most vicious and malicious words.
"Ava, since you're so fond of what others discard, why don't you lick my spit clean?"
Ava, a name that was notorious in our high school, was almost spat on by everyone.
Although I had changed my name and my appearance had changed a great deal, those dark memories would never disappear.
While I was in a daze, Luna had already walked up close. She tilted her head with a smile and said, "Anna, you're so beautiful."
She didn't recognize me.
Of course. She could be the perfect princess. Why would she ever need to remember someone like me who seemed to live in the gutter?
Kevin gently stroked Luna's head, his expression gentle. There was a hint of tender reproach in his tone as he said, "How impolite of you. Wait until the wedding is over, and then let Anna keep you company."
"Alright," Luna pursed her lips and then tugged at my arm. "Anna, Kevin is really good at spoiling people. You'll surely be very happy in the future."
I jerked back as if I'd been electrocuted, yanked my arm free forcefully, and then rushed towards the exit of the hall like crazy.
Everyone in the hall was shocked. Kevin's father, Dean George, glared at the security guards by the door and shouted angrily, "Stop her!"
Only then did I realize how familiar Dean's voice was.
It was that very voice that had angrily growled at the principal in the principal's office years ago. "Expel Ava from the school immediately! Otherwise, spit out all the benefits your high school has received from me!"
After that, I was branded as a person of loose morals and left the school under the cold stares of others.
The security guards were just about to get up and stop me when Kevin's voice rang out from behind, "Don't stop Anna! Dad, this is a matter between Anna and me."
The guards hesitated for a moment, and by then I had already rushed out of the hall.
As expected, Kevin caught up with me in no time. "Anna, what's the matter?"
There was anger in his voice, yet more of it was filled with fear.
I had been with him for four years, and I knew that he loved me.
However, whenever I thought of the connection between Luna and Kevin, all I could feel was disgust.
Luna was aware of the huge disparity in our family backgrounds.
Her father served as a director of several groups and could mobilize hundreds of thousands of funds at will. In contrast, my parents were just poor people who made a living by selling vegetables.
So she dared to do anything. Just because I was wearing a thin, tight-fitting base layer and sitting beside her ex-boyfriend, she had me dragged to the back hill of the school.
"Didn't expect you to be so afraid of the heat that you'd wear so little even in the classroom. Wouldn't it be cooler to sit in the snow for a while?" After saying that, Luna grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it straight into my clothes.
I shivered all over uncontrollably from the cold, while she laughed even more merrily.
Her followers, as if having received orders, pulled my coat open in a flurry and stuffed large lumps of ice and snow inside my clothes.
This kind of abuse went on for God knows how long. When they saw that I was on the verge of passing out from the cold and hardly responsive anymore, they lost their enthusiasm and stopped, then scattered and left.
I didn't recall how I managed to crawl back to the dormitory with my last bit of strength.
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"
Seven years ago, my fiancé, Don Dante Moretti, sent me to prison to take the fall for my adopted sister, Chiara. He called it a gift—a way to protect me from a worse fate. Today, he picked me up from prison only to abandon me at my family's estate. His reason? Chiara was having another one of her "episodes." My parents then informed me I'd be staying in the third-floor storage room, so as not to disturb the fragile girl who stole my life. They celebrated her "recovery" with a lavish dinner party, while I was treated like a ghost. When I refused to join, my mother hissed that I was ungrateful, and my father called me jealous. They assumed I couldn't understand their venomous whispers. But prison was my university. I learned Spanish. I understood every word. It was then I realized I wasn't just a sacrifice; I was disposable. The love I once felt for all of them had turned to ash. That night, in the dusty storage room, I logged onto an encrypted channel I'd set up years ago. A single message was waiting: "The offer stands. Do you accept?" My hands, scarred and steady, typed back, "I accept."
Cast off to a remote village at birth, Lilah was exiled while the woman who destroyed her mother stepped into her father's life. Her half-sister tried to claim her inheritance and title. Eighteen years later, Lilah returned. The town watched, hoping to see her fail. But Lilah stunned them-she was breathtaking and talented. A master in medicine, painting, racing, music, and design, she tore down every lie. Her father and stepmother faced ruin, and her foolish brother finally met his downfall. The once-mocking crowd trembled, especially with Cayden, her gifted, powerful partner, at her side. "Anyone who crosses my wife has to answer to me!"
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Since she was ten, Noreen had been by Caiden's side, watching him rise from a young boy into a respected CEO. After two years of marriage, though, his visits home grew rare. Gossip among the wealthy said he despised her. Even his beloved mocked her hopes, and his circle treated her with scorn. People forgot about her decade of loyalty. She clung to memories and became a figure of ridicule, worn out from trying. They thought he'd won his freedom, but he dropped to his knees and begged, "Noreen, you're the only one I love." Leaving behind the divorce papers, she walked away.
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.
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