I leaned against the old warehouse frame, my body aching and face swollen from the fight with my family. I' d given up everything for Chloe, ready to start a new life with her. But the workshop wasn't quiet; it blazed with obnoxious music, laughter, and champagne bottles. Chloe was there, too, stunning in a sparkling dress, laughing with the very society people she claimed to hate. Then she saw me, and her laughter didn't stop; it only twisted into a slow, cruel smirk. "Look what the cat dragged in," she purred, her voice cold. My brother, Marcus, stepped forward, his smug smile sealing my dread. This wasn' t Chloe' s workshop; it was rented. My entire relationship, my grand sacrifice, was just a bet. A monstrously cruel game, orchestrated by Chloe and my own brother, to see if "golden boy" Ethan Cole would actually throw away his life for a girl he thought was a poor, struggling mechanic. Her friends roared with laughter as they unveiled the prize for their wager: a perfect, gleaming vintage Shelby Cobra, the legendary car I had always dreamed of. Humiliation burned hotter than any physical pain, scorching every inch of my being. "You... you lied about everything?" I rasped, the words choked with disbelief and a crushing sense of betrayal. How could the woman I' d loved, my own blood, orchestrate such a depraved, public spectacle? Was I truly that naive, that blind to believe in such a perfect lie? I stumbled, broken, back out into the night, their mocking laughter echoing like a death knell in the empty street. But as I walked away from the ruins of my life, a chilling realization ignited within me: this wasn't just my humiliation; it was their first move, and now, I was ready to play.
I leaned against the old warehouse frame, my body aching and face swollen from the fight with my family.
I' d given up everything for Chloe, ready to start a new life with her.
But the workshop wasn't quiet; it blazed with obnoxious music, laughter, and champagne bottles.
Chloe was there, too, stunning in a sparkling dress, laughing with the very society people she claimed to hate.
Then she saw me, and her laughter didn't stop; it only twisted into a slow, cruel smirk.
"Look what the cat dragged in," she purred, her voice cold.
My brother, Marcus, stepped forward, his smug smile sealing my dread.
This wasn' t Chloe' s workshop; it was rented.
My entire relationship, my grand sacrifice, was just a bet.
A monstrously cruel game, orchestrated by Chloe and my own brother, to see if "golden boy" Ethan Cole would actually throw away his life for a girl he thought was a poor, struggling mechanic.
Her friends roared with laughter as they unveiled the prize for their wager: a perfect, gleaming vintage Shelby Cobra, the legendary car I had always dreamed of.
Humiliation burned hotter than any physical pain, scorching every inch of my being.
"You... you lied about everything?" I rasped, the words choked with disbelief and a crushing sense of betrayal.
How could the woman I' d loved, my own blood, orchestrate such a depraved, public spectacle?
Was I truly that naive, that blind to believe in such a perfect lie?
I stumbled, broken, back out into the night, their mocking laughter echoing like a death knell in the empty street.
But as I walked away from the ruins of my life, a chilling realization ignited within me: this wasn't just my humiliation; it was their first move, and now, I was ready to play.
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