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His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 1047    |    Released on: Today at 11:44

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bbed the heavy strap of her backpack. He pulle

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ly peaceful. The hallways parted for her. People who used to bump in

came with a su

into absolute control. He walked her t

e final bell, he dragg

library was quiet, filled with t

idden behind rows of tall bookshelves. She stared down

the chair rig

in his palm. He wasn't looking at his textbook.

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reath hit the sensit

p her spine. Her stomach churned. She hated his

subtly shifted her weight. She slid her

nk eraser on the far side of her notebook. It pu

miled. He reached his hand out, aiming

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pped her head sharply. She pressed her pencil hard against t

ty air. He dropped i

she bruised his massive ego, his protection would turn into

d an exit

lem, a slight movement behind

lifted her head, pretend

n two rows of heavy encyclope

m roommate, Br

face, pretending to read. But her eyes were

ring direct

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gave a slow,

icked together in her mind. B

ape route opened up

encil. It clattere

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en asked instantly.

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a said softly. "It's

e leaned back. "

low and full of fake sympathy. "She's failing macroeconomics.

up his pen and spun it between

her fingertips on the back of Cade

s snapped t

ectly into his eyes, widening her own to look admiring and

out slightly. His p

hat hard,"

acher. If you could just look at her homework... just point

inger on his skin for one more

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omise of more alone time. His

aid easily. "Tell her to

d her fists. Her palms were swe

ked up their bags and w

mn wind

he bus stop. Bridgett was shivering i

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rink this weekend," Alma suggested. "You

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d casually. "She needs to get out

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rd the student parking lot,

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her face. Her eyes turned as c

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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.”