My Mate Dress Me As A Donkey To Please His Lover

y so-called mate, Derek Sullivan, sided with his childh

veryone, he had his goons s

ign a promise never to use anything Brittany di

ned so fierce it

bbled my name, my eyes bl

y clothes on

his gaze dripping with cruel amus

me a donkey costume. "You wanna steal

and we'll c

ing me to a pillar of shame. I lost count of how

exam, Derek swapped my scores with hers, l

ve jewelry and got caught, Derek

apers, he paid off the pre

dress, Derek had me stripped in front of his rich, spoiled

his cigarette, his cold stare making my hea

erupted in

some fight today!" one

rking like a donkey in un

her out!" a t

e onto me, pinning me to the floor, their vile taunts flying. I tried

a twisted pact: obey him, or he'd use "homewrecker" gossip to destroy my mom, who was already battling crippling depression and suicidal t

mbling in that heavy, humiliating costume, my body bruised, tears a

ht of Mom at home, arranging flowers, waiting for me

e yard-when a deafening crash stopped me cold.

d collapsed. Mom's face, bloodied, eyes wide open in d

pered, my hear

bed her cold hand. The chill stopped my bre

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evastating: "Hannah, is my death the only w

o call Derek, de

them. He just sneered. "What, it's not true? If your mom hadn't sed

at bond, coerced her with threats and promises. Yet

ing her eyes to open, until my voice gave out and my eye

day and a night. Grief killed something in me. After her bu

the international s

et me free. I'd make ev