The Playboy's Wicked Revenge

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monster gave me. But in my mind, I promised myse

I came home even a little past curfew. After a long session of explaining myself, I finally escaped to my room, eager to sink into my bed. Tomorrow would

taring at t

Maybe my mother would have remarried, found happiness again. But no, nothing like that eve

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ouldn't be slee

ifferent. My aunt and my mom were at it again, yelling about h

ng to me. That's h

ever ate breakfast. I never felt hungry in the mornings, and besides, av

in the living area when my aunt,

We have to

f I refused, her never-ending rant wou

ily, I mutte

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s while I stood there, uninterested. My mother never joined

use I was picky. Maybe because I simply di

an opportunity to escape. "I'm going to the w

o ensure they weren'

A

, colliding into someth

breath caught

d-gree

nes I had

ures, those piercing eyes, that air of superiority-it was all so ef

silently questioning my existence

n my pocket and shoved it toward him. "I'm not a

lashed across his face. A smirk curled at his lips as

ot?" His voice was smo

ders, trying to appear

thes-my worn-out jeans, my o

he remarked, his gaze f

just look at yourself. Then look at the people around you." He chuckled l

ai

city of that man! Just because he looked like he walked straigh

l did he th

lashed cold water on my face. My reflection st

, my phon

ame flashed o

st," she

phone back into my pocket, and

st kept get