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XX : The Comeback Game
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2025-02-06 16:17:53
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My heart beating fast, my breathing getting heavy.No, I won't.I will not stay here.I looked at Aaric, who was still standing calmly as if he knew I would take all this for granted. He was dead wrong.Without thinking, I turned around and started running towards the highway. My feet quickly hit the small cobblestone street, the coastal wind hitting my face, and my hair flew wildly. The highway was a bit far from here, but if I could be fast enough, I could call Megan or Ashley to pick me up.I heard footsteps behind me.Of course.I bit my lip, dashing even though my heels were stinging the skin on my feet. I knew Aaric. He wouldn't let anything get out of his control, and I had just done the thing he disliked the most. Defying him.His footsteps were getting closer.I had almost reached the end of this private road when something strong gripped my waist. I let out a small cry, my body lifted off the ground in an instant. "Let go of me!"He didn't answer.Within seconds, I was slung
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I stepped out of the room, not intending to dress up.I don't care.It's just dinner. In my house. Or, rather, the house that Aaric forced to be my house.So, I would dress as comfortably as possible, without caring if he liked it or not.I wore loose black boxers and an oversized T-shirt that fell past my thighs. My long, thick, brown hair was tangled up on top of my head, a few strands falling around my face, but I didn't bother to tidy it up.In addition, I wore round glasses that I rarely wore except when I was too lazy to put in contact lenses. My vision was a little myopic, and tonight, I chose not to try any more than necessary.With lazy steps, I descended to the first floor.This house is too big, and I haven't even explored everything yet. But at least I know where the kitchen and dining room are.When I arrived at the dining room, I found Aaric sitting there.He wore an expensive-looking black sweater and dark jeans that sat perfectly on his body. His usually neatly styled h
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Vivian froze in place, her eyes widening in shock. She tried to pull her hand away, but Aaric's grip remained firm and harsh, but enough to warn her.Aaric's gaze did not change, flat and cold.“Let go of me,” Vivian hissed, her voice still filled with anger but I can heard it mixed with a subtle fear she was trying to hide.Aaric remained silent for several seconds before slowly removing his hand. Vivian pulled her arm to her chest.Vivian swept her hateful gaze towards Aaric and then back to me. “You think you can hide behind this man?” her voice trembled. "One day, all will be revealed, Maya! Everyone will know how dirty you got everything!”Aaric tilted his head slightly, that faint, almost mocking smile never leaving his lips. “You sound awfully sure of yourself, Mrs. Rowe…” He let his words hang, then leaned in just enough to make Vivian instinctively step back. His voice dropped, smooth and lethal. “But we both know who’s really covered in filth.”I could see her fear flash acr
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