Zoella had been on the receiving end of her brothers' emotional abuse for what felt like forever. In the end, it was Dennis who proposed she apply to the same university as Jasmine—said it'd be easier to look after each other that way. It was supposed to be her way of making up for "affecting" Jasm
Everyone turned to look at Zoella.Jasmine's expression was especially tense. She jumped in first. "Zoey, Kathleen and the others accused you of cheating before too. You should understand what I'm going through right now. I know you've always hated me, but we're family."Zoella noticed how nervous s
Zoella let out a sharp, quiet laugh. There was no point in responding."Zoey, I know you feel wronged. You think we're biased toward Jasmine. But her father saved your life. And she's always been obedient and thoughtful. So what if we treat her a little better? If you want to blame someone, blame me
Zoella thought of that school heartthrob—Nick Taylor. He'd transferred from Warsen City.Nick was a trust fund kid from Warsen City, supposedly sent here to lay low after stirring up trouble at his last school.He never really tried to keep a low profile though. Flashy cars, designer clothes, always
Zoella leaned back in the rear seat, letting out a lazy hum of acknowledgment. She'd never cared much for these kinds of things anyway.Across from her, Jasmine caught the shift in Bobby's mood—no anger, no scolding. A faint unease crept up inside her.Bobby turned his head, giving her a glance. "Ja
Zoella's composed features were quietly striking, but it was her eyes that held the most weight—stubborn and quietly rebellious."I could say it a hundred times," she said firmly, "No."Jasmine took the opportunity to act obedient. "Aaron, don't be mad. I already have a tutor helping me catch up—I'l
Bobby tried calling Zoella, but she didn't answer.He quickly sent a message: [Zoey, where are you?]Zoella glanced at the message, then stepped out of the bathroom stall.She walked to the sink and faced the mirror. Her eyes were slightly red.She'd told herself so many times—so many times—that she
Zoella watched as Zach pulled out his phone and stepped to the side to make a call.She kept herself hidden near the emergency stairwell, just in case Bobby came out and saw her there. From a distance, she saw Zach finish the call and walk back toward her. He stood over her, calm and composed, his
When Zoella saw Fred and Bobby appear, her expression didn't change.Calmly, she looked at Henry. "Let's set a time later, then."Henry nodded, then turned toward Fred. "What? I didn't say anything wrong. If she were my sister—with this kind of talent—I'd be treating her like gold, putting her on a
Zoella didn't answer the question. She simply turned and walked toward the main hall.Her steps were steady and purposeful as she lifted the hem of her dress to keep it from dragging. Not once did she look back at Fred or Bobby. It was as if they were strangers.Fred remained rooted in place, quickl
Carrie didn't hesitate to expose Zoella's identity.The words landed like a bomb.For a moment, Fred's mind buzzed with static. He felt as if the ground beneath him tilted. His body wavered slightly. He stared at Zoella, eyes wide with disbelief and rage.She really was SweetLemon.So from the very
Zoella hadn't expected the question from the reporters.Did they really think she was part of Ace Cap?Her gaze remained calm and distant as she answered, "I wouldn't know. I'm not with Ace Cap anymore."The moment those words left her mouth, the reporters froze.The Finchman heiress said she wasn't
When the reporter asked whether Zoella was SweetLemon, Fred froze for a moment.These past few days, he'd been drinking himself into oblivion, trying to numb everything with alcohol.If it weren't for this event, he probably wouldn't have pulled himself together at all.He'd heard that SweetLemon wo
Zach tried—really tried—to keep his cool. But the next second, his leg shot out in a sharp kick.Scott had already predicted it and leapt out of reach just in time. He continued talking. "Didn't you say Zoella's into someone? Maybe it's a classmate. Once they're in university, they might start dati
Zoella saw that people online were speculating about her identity. Most likely, it was someone from her class.In any case, she was attending the influencer event tonight—her identity would be exposed sooner or later. Whether it happened now or later didn't really matter.[I’m the Finchman heiress’s
Zoella felt her way down from the sofa. Zach's hands reached out beside her.She glanced over.Above her, Zach said gently through the darkness. "You'd better hold on tight."Zoella gave a small cough. "No need, seriously."The moment her foot hit the ground, it slammed into the corner of the coffee
Zoella was carried out of the area littered with broken glass and placed gently onto the couch.Zach looked down at her. "Next time I tell you not to move, don't move. If your brain's not working, stay put."She had just gotten scolded.Zoella lowered her head. "I didn't think I'd bump into the vase