Love's Cruel Game, A Second Chance

r manipulated private photos still flickering on a giant screen for a jeering crowd. They wanted to steal my perfect SAT scor

terrified, clutching her hands in front of her. The same giant, blank screen loomed,

fered a million, claiming to protect her honor, a sickening charade that infuriated me. In my past life, I' d been bled dry trying

ed. But I knew this wasn't about money alone; it was about abstract assets: reputation

s score, you'll get into Harvard. We'll be unstoppable," fueled my

stepped forward, facing my tormentors. Kyle' s smug face await