My Guardian's Cruelest Love Game

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by her earlier sweet facade. This wasn't the kind, concerned fiancée; this was a predator, staking her claim. She stood before me, her arms crossed, a smug, triumphant s

s. The humiliation, the injustice, threatened to overwhelm me, but a new, unfamiliar spark of defiance ignited de

weetie. I know everything. Kendrick talks to me about everything. About how much of a burden you've become, how he needed to push you

a triumphant glint in her eyes. I didn't want to see, but I couldn't tear my gaze away. The screen glowed with a conversation, a stream of texts

ll, the night he told me to 'grow up.' Kendrick to Chrissy: "She finally gets it. Th

y breaking heart together. The world spun, painting Chrissy's smug face in grotesque, swirling colors. It wasn't just indifference; it was

. Kendrick to Chrissy: "You are my future, Chrissy. Amirah is a child who nee

ficed me, not for love, but for a callous strategy to get rid of me. He had used her, used us, to drive me away. The pain was physica

you, in his own way. Like a responsibility. But you're hindering his happiness. You need to let him go. Go fi

nly nod, a silent, hollow agreement. What e

conversation engaging. He looked up as I approached, a flicker of something in his eyes

had just delivered? Or was this another layer of his elaborate deception? My mind raced, trying to decipher his intentions. Was

ht in my throat. What was the point? His carefully constructed world, built on lies and manipulati

stark, undeniable testament to Chrissy's triumph. It was a slap in the face, a public humiliation, and a co

gala! Isn't that just darling?" she cooed, her gaze sweeping over me with a calculated inno

support her completely." His words were a dagger, twisting in the fresh wound. He suppor

genuine smile curving my lips. "It's quite the statement, Chrissy," I said, my voice

endrick, however, nodded, a rare hint of approval in his expre

almost imperceptibly, as if burned. The physical contact felt alien, unwelcome. "If you'll excuse me," I said, my voic

on her face. "She's... quiet today," sh

playing on his lips. "She's gro

g tears finally escaping, soaking the plush carpet. My chest heaved with silent sobs, each one a testament to the profound betr

ve received word back from MIT. Your application looks very promising. They'd like to schedule an inte

red with reverence in academic circles. A brilliant, enigmatic PhD student, renowned for his groundbreaking work in theoretical phys

, looking serious and intense, his dark eyes piercing. I couldn't help but

in his hand. My phone, still displaying Dr. Joyce's picture, slid under my pillow

ly soft. "Chrissy's special brew. It helps with stre

passive aggression. I forced a small smile. "Thank you, Kendrick. That's... thoughtful." I

he observed, his eyes narrowing

my studies. Big projects due soon." I tried to sound casual

"What were you looking at?" he asked, his voice suddenly sharp, cutting throu