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His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1081    |    Released on: Today at 11:44

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. She tossed the warm, melted ice pack into

She adjusted her expression, letting a soft, nervous lo

he campus athletic center, Caden s

pent more time in detention than in class. She had a silver ring pier

of twenty-dollar bills fro

Caden said, his voice flat.

ete. She snatched the cash from Caden's hand and

howing a chipp

rply. Two other girls stepped out from behind the

ker room, the air was

nt of the long mirrors. They were cha

, applying a thick coat of lip gloss.

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room suddenly slammed open. It hi

dded against the tile floor. Her two friends

click as Roisin l

lip gloss. It rolle

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for Brenda, grabbing the sorority president by the throat and slamming he

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her gasping, then turned to the others. She

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face-first into the mi

in terror. Her back hi

nee. Tammy collapsed onto the wet tile. The girl grabbed a large plastic water

as the water soaked h

e mirror, pressing Shawna

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blonde hair fell

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t the empty tables in the back. She deliberately chose a ta

led Caden's jacket ti

of the dining h

room died instantly. H

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racksuits were soaked. Shawna's hair was a jagged, uneven me

the center of the room. H

just turned and glared at

to Alma's table. Their bo

dining hall was wat

ammy bowed a

in the quiet room. "We're so sorry we bullied you th

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took every ounce of her self-control not to smile. The

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Caden. Her eyes we

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the chair next to

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head and took a

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delivered. She

y her side. The afternoon sun hit her face. Th

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His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape
His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape
“When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud. Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser. "Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away. Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries. Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power. Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred. She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak. Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder. She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life. She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case. Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.”