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The Charity Case Dare: Her Sweet Revenge

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 459    |    Released on: 12/06/2025

, less obvious than Brittany's. He wasn't offering clothes or f

uiet desperation that fueled her ambition. Northwood was a battlefield, and she was outgunne

she said, her voice carefully

iance. That' s w

e explained complex concepts with a clarity her overworked teachers rarely managed. He

l injury, the way he tapped his pen when thinking, the faint scent of expensive cologne. He w

wrong, her accent was wrong, her very existence seemed to be an affront to the established order. Her grades had initially suffered, not from lack of intellect, but

. Fake social media profiles appeared, posting embarrassing, fabricated stories about Sarah. H

ol counselor, would do little. He saw her academic potential, but he didn't see the s

break her spirit, to make her more v

erfect gentleman scholar. Sarah played along, focusing on the calculus, the physics, the literature. Each

ame. But she also saw him as an opportunity. He had resources, c

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The Charity Case Dare: Her Sweet Revenge
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“Sarah Miller had one shot: Northwood Academy, a world away from her cramped apartment and her dad' s pain-ridden reality. As a scholarship kid, navigating the gilded halls felt like walking a tightrope, especially with queen bee Tiffany Vanderbilt and her "Legacy Crew" constantly reminding her she didn' t belong. One evening, sweeping the school theater, I froze, hearing voices from the green room. Tiffany' s voice cut through the silence: "Chad and Brittany are useless... Ethan, it has to be you." My blood ran cold as I listened to them plot the "Charity Case Dare" -a twisted game where golden boy Ethan Hayes would wine and dine me, make me fall for him, then publicly break my heart right before graduation. It wasn't just bullying; it was a calculated psychological operation, a sport for their amusement. They wanted to see me weep, utterly destroyed. Their words, "charity case," echoed like a brand. Every petty cruelty, every snicker, now made sickening sense. How could people born with every privilege, every advantage, be so casually, viciously cruel? Didn' t they have souls? Was I just a disposable pawn in their endless pursuit of twisted entertainment? The injustice burned, a bitter bile rising in my throat. They thought they had me trapped, a helpless animal in their cruel game. But they were wrong. I wasn' t going to be their victim. I would play along, I would weaponize their arrogance, their resources, and their monstrous scheme. And when the final curtain fell, they wouldn' t know what hit them.”
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