Phoebe wandered around outside for a long time before returning to the apartment.The room was dark, and Alexander wasn't home. She didn't want to think about him, so she didn't bother turning on the lights. She took off her shoes, slipped on some slippers, and made her way to the bedroom in the dark.The memory of Melissa's angry face from earlier that day weighed on her heart. It made her feel awful, though she didn't blame Melissa—she knew she had no right to. After all, Melissa wasn't wrong.She sniffled, then climbed into bed, pulling the covers up around her.Her fingers brushed against something cold and smooth, and she pulled it closer, switching on the light to see what it was. It was Alexander's black suit.Had he been back?Thinking of him again, her calm mood evaporated, replaced by a renewed sense of frustration.Her eyes clouded with tears. She angrily tossed the expensive suit onto the floor and buried her face in the pillow, trying to sleep.She didn't care whether he
"I told you, it's just me." Phoebe couldn't tell the truth, and even if she did, what good would it do?Seeing that she wasn't willing to speak, Alexander didn't press further."Does it still hurt?""It's not that bad anymore." She shook her head. No wonder the pain on her cheek was less when she woke up in the morning."Make me breakfast. I'm hungry." It had been so long since he had tasted her cooking.She didn't really want to make him breakfast, but since he hadn't yelled at her and had even helped her with the medicine, she nodded reluctantly.After Alexander changed clothes and went downstairs, Phoebe had already finished making breakfast. There was still half an hour left, and she should be able to make it to school in time. She grabbed her things and was about to leave, but just as she reached the door, Alexander's voice came from behind."Where are you going?""To school.""Eat breakfast first.""I'll be late.""I'll take you after breakfast." He realized his temper had been
In just two days, rumors began to spread like wildfire across the school.Word quickly got around that Phoebe had a sugar daddy.It didn't take long for the gossip to become the talk of the school, with everyone—whether in public or private—whispering about Phoebe.Some classmates even posted pictures of her getting into Alexander's car.But that was just the beginning. Some people dug deeper, uncovering details about her family background, her parents, and even her drug-addicted brother.The insults, sneers, and cruel comments echoed in her ears at all hours.The rumors were causing her immense trouble.Her professors called her in for several meetings, and even the school administration had personally approached her, warning that if things continued like this, they might start advising her to drop out.If it got any worse, they would likely expel her.Phoebe didn't understand how everything had gone so wrong.Just a few days ago, things had been fine, and now suddenly, her world was
After shouting at Alexander, Phoebe immediately turned off her phone.Moments later, she was stunned, not even sure where she found the courage to yell at him, let alone insult him. Perhaps the pressure of the past few days had built up, and she just needed to vent.Meeting him had sucked the color out of her life. Was he really planning to trap her? To make her his secret lover forever, living there like his pet?Although he had changed a lot recently, showing more patience and even being gentle with her, it wasn't what she wanted.She didn't want this life anymore. Without love, no matter how good he was to her, she didn't want it.Wrapping the blanket tightly around herself, she tried to think things through. What should she do? How could she break free from him? How could she get him to stop bothering her and give her space, so her life could go back to the peaceful state it once had?She was so absorbed in her thoughts, her headache growing worse, that she didn't even hear the doo
As soon as the door clicked shut, the living room was left with only the two of them.Alexander gave Phoebe a cold look and patted the spot beside him."Come here.""What... what do you want?" Phoebe said, her guard up.Was he really going to do something here, in her house? He was just too infuriating. She didn't pick up his calls, and yet here he was, showing up at her doorstep.Boyfriend? He looked more like the Big Bad Wolf waiting to devour Little Red Riding Hood."Phoebe, you'd better come here before I lose my temper," Alexander said, glaring at her with increasing impatience.He couldn't understand why she was acting this way today. His patience, which had been stretched thin with her, was starting to wear out. He could tolerate her occasional tantrums, but not when she crossed the line."This is my house. You wouldn't dare," she retorted, meeting his gaze boldly.Her parents were here—she didn't believe he would actually lose control. But even so, a tiny spark of fear still l
Phoebe stared at him, incredulous. "There's no room for you here. What are you even talking about?""It's fine," he said casually, his eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "I don't mind sharing a bed with you. I'll make do." He leaned in close to her ear, his voice low and seductive, his gaze drifting to her curves in a way that made Phoebe feel completely exposed.Damn it, she hadn't even put on a bra when she came out."You—" Phoebe gasped, her hands instinctively covering her chest.What was wrong with him? Just moments ago, he was furious, and now he was being this way. Was he schizophrenic?Alexander straightened his back and pointed to the room across the hall. "Is that your room?"Without waiting for her response, he started walking toward it."Hey! What are you doing?" Phoebe exclaimed, a trace of panic in her voice."Obviously, I'm going to sleep," he replied casually.In truth, he was doing it on purpose to get a reaction from her.She was too clueless to appreciate his
"The design of your windows is quite convenient," Alexander chuckled softly, his gaze falling on her.He had already started approaching her bed."Get out!" Phoebe yelled, her voice tinged with panic. She had expected he wouldn't let her go so easily."Don't even think about it. Tonight, I'm sleeping here with you," Alexander replied with a smirk, his tone unapologetically teasing.As he walked, his eyes caught sight of the clothes rack beside him.His fingers curled around a delicate piece of lingerie, her lingerie, lifting it playfully.It was something he had bought for her, and just the thought of how stunning she looked in it was enough to make his pulse quicken."You!" Phoebe gasped, her face turning crimson.She hurriedly jumped off the bed, reaching out to snatch it back. She usually hung her lingerie on the rack before going to bed, but she hadn't anticipated he would casually pick it up and examine it with such a wicked glint in his eyes.His gaze, filled with mischief, was
"Ugh, no!" Phoebe's voice was fractured, her entire body trembling in fear from his forceful actions.Her breathing was erratic, completely out of control, and her body shook uncontrollably."Baby, you're so sensitive," Alexander murmured.Phoebe snapped back to her senses and instinctively tried to push him off her. They couldn't do such a thing here.Summoning an unknown surge of strength, she shoved him forcefully. Alexander, caught off guard in the heat of the moment, lost his balance. With a yelp, he tumbled sideways and hit the floor with a thud.Phoebe froze, wide-eyed, her hands flying to cover her flushed lips. Guilt welled up as she looked at the man sprawled awkwardly on the floor.Did she hurt him? She didn't mean to push him off the bed, just wanted him to keep his distance.But in the next second, her guilt faded, replaced by a sense of justice. Serves him right! She wouldn't go soft on him.Seconds passed, and she expected him to get up. But he remained completely still
Inside the slowly moving car, the atmosphere was subtly tense. Gavin focused intently on the steering wheel, driving steadily, while Phoebe sat in the passenger seat, her heart consumed by a growing sense of urgency.Throughout the ride, she bit her lip several times, hesitating to speak. Her mind was fixated on asking about Alexander's whereabouts.After all, Gavin had confidently assured her earlier that he had found Alexander. Yet, so much time had passed, and he hadn't said a word about it, as if his promise had been entirely forgotten.Phoebe grew increasingly restless, worry gnawing at her. Was he lying to her? Had he merely used this as a ploy to coax her into the car?The thought stoked the flames of anger within her, and her face flushed red with frustration. Unable to suppress her emotions any longer, she burst out."Are you going to tell me or not?" Phoebe raised her voice, her tone a mix of urgency and indignation. She fixed her gaze on
Morning sunlight filtered gently through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Phoebe stirred awake, instinctively reaching out to her side, only to be startled by the absence of Laura, who should have been there. Her eyes snapped open, and to her shock, the first thing she saw was Gavin.In that instant, the terrifying memories of the previous night surged back like a tidal wave, gripping her heart with fear. She recoiled instinctively, her gaze filled with wariness and terror, locking directly onto Gavin's.For a moment, Gavin's expression froze. The guarded and frightened look in Phoebe's eyes pierced him deeply, leaving a searing pain in his chest he couldn't ignore."You're awake?"His voice, magnetic as ever, carried an uncharacteristic softness, tinged with concern that he didn't bother to hide."What do you want?"Phoebe's voice trembled, her fear evident."Did I scare you last night? I... I'm truly sorry.
Laura's eyes widened in shock at the scene before her. Frozen in the posture she had assumed when she screamed, her voice trembled as she began, "You…" She wanted to ask him what he was doing to Phoebe, but fear stilled her tongue. Deep down, Laura was terrified of Gavin, unwilling to provoke him with even a simple question. She worried her inquiry might anger him.Her gaze shifted to Phoebe, lying naked on the couch. Watching her brother's actions, Laura's heart trembled, her mind spinning in confusion and embarrassment. The sight was unsettling, evoking an inexplicable sense of shame. Memories flashed in her mind—Gavin had once treated her in a similar way.Gavin glanced at Laura, then back at the woman beneath him. His body stiffened instantly, and he pulled away, lips parting as if to speak. Before he could utter a word—Smack.The sound of a resounding slap echoed through the air.Phoebe glared at him with undisguised disgust, her trembling body curling into itself as she hugged h
"I've actually thought about cutting it off," Laura said with a hint of frustration."Why?" Phoebe asked, surprised."I'm not good at styling my hair, and it's really inconvenient when I'm working.""Has no one taught you how to tie it up?" That explained why Laura always let her hair down. But with her hair loose, she looked stunning, like an angel.Laura shook her head."I'll teach you tomorrow morning," Phoebe said with a warm smile. They kept drying Laura's hair until it was no longer damp. Only then did they crawl into the bed, leaning against the headboard to sleep."Are you sure it's not too cramped?" Laura shifted to the edge of the bed. Her bed was small, and she worried Phoebe might feel uncomfortable. Laura had initially planned to sleep on the floor, but Phoebe had refused."It's not cramped at all," Phoebe replied, pulling Laura back closer. What a thoughtful girl, thoughtful enough to make one's heart ache."Can I...can I hold you while I sleep?" Laura asked shyly, her v
After walking a good distance, Laura finally glanced back. Seeing that Wright hadn't followed them, her furrowed brows relaxed slightly."Phoebe, don't listen to his nonsense.""What nonsense?" Phoebe pretended not to understand. So, she was in a relationship already. Watching them earlier, they looked so perfect together—a golden couple that was truly pleasing to the eye. Melissa was so beautiful, and it wasn't surprising that such a handsome guy liked her."We...we're not." Laura's cheeks were so hot they could almost cook an egg."Laura, it's okay to have a boyfriend. I think you two are a great match." Phoebe assumed Laura was just shy and smiled sweetly at her. Although she was still young and inexperienced in these matters, having someone who cared for Laura seemed like a good thing. However, Phoebe couldn't help but worry—Wright had a reputation for being a flirt. Was he truly sincere about Laura?"No, it's not like that. I don't like him. I just...I just feel like being liked
Laura"Little thing, I've been chasing you for so long, aren't you even touched?" Wright teased, his tone playful yet carrying a hint of frustration. Staring at the ice-cold beauty before him, he felt utterly defeated. It was the first time he had spent so long chasing a girl without success. Initially, he thought it was just a game, but to his surprise, he had genuinely fallen for her. There was no denying it now—he was hopelessly in love.Laura kept her head down, walking forward without sparing him a glance. Despite over a month of his persistent pursuit, she remained indifferent. He was so annoying, showing up every day to bother her, impossible to avoid or chase away."What's so urgent at home that you rush back every day? How about I take you on a romantic date?" Wright leaned closer, flashing a charming smile that caused the nearby girls to look on enviously. Yet Laura didn't even spare him a glance.Remaining silent, she kept walking with her usual downcast gaze.Wright felt a
After bidding Alva goodbye, Phoebe nearly sprinted out of the school. Instead of taking the bus, she hailed a taxi. Taking a bus would be too slow, and a taxi would get her there much faster. Normally, she would never spend the extra money, but today, all she wanted was to see him as quickly as possible.However, once inside the taxi, her courage began to waver. A sense of fear crept over her, though she couldn't quite pinpoint what she was afraid of. She kept telling herself she couldn't back down, refusing to allow herself to retreat.When the taxi pulled up in front of the apartment complex, she realized she didn't have an access card. The security guard stopped her at the gate, and no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to let her in. Fortunately, a shift change brought a new set of guards, and one of them recognized her from a previous visit, allowing her to enter.As the villa came into view, Phoebe's steps grew heavier, as if her legs had turned to lead. It was incredibly d
"Miss, you come here every day to buy a newspaper, but you barely look through it. Are you searching for some important news?" the newspaper vendor asked with a friendly smile. Every day, this young lady would buy a paper, flip through a few pages, and leave with a disappointed expression. This had become her routine."I..." Lost in thought, she hesitated. What could she say? She was searching for news about Alexander. Any mention of him, no matter how small, would suffice."Do you have any fashion magazines?""Of course! What kind are you looking for?" The vendor gestured toward the stack of magazines on the table."I'd like an entertainment magazine," she said, clinging to a sliver of hope. She had often seen him mentioned in such magazines before. Perhaps he would appear in one of them again. She just hadn't looked hard enough."Here, try this one. It's full of gossip—rich people, celebrities, their private lives, and whatnot.""I'll take it," she said, handing over the money.On h
One Month Later."Phoebe, stop pushing yourself so hard. Come eat something first; you can continue drawing afterward."Alva snatched the pencil from Phoebe's hand and pulled her up, ready to take her out of the studio. "Who studies like you? It's like your life depends on it. You even forget to eat!""Alva, I'm not hungry. Let me finish this drawing first."Phoebe smiled and reached for her pencil, but Alva quickly hid it behind her back, refusing to give it back. She insisted Phoebe eat with her instead. For a month now, her friend had been working too hard. Study required balance, not self-torture. Sitting in one spot all day without moving wasn't learning—it was punishing oneself. If Phoebe didn't get up soon, she'd rust."No way. Finish your meal first, and then you can draw again,"Alva said firmly, her tone leaving no room for negotiation."But Alva, I'm almost done!"Phoebe glanced longingly at her unfinished drawing.