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Brielle's POV.

I sat in my room, my fingers tapping impatiently on my desk. The mere thought of Hailey made my blood boil. I had never met someone so infuriating, so utterly undeserving of the good things that came her way. As she stared at the wall, her mind filled with dark thoughts.

"Why does she get everything?" I muttered to myself. "She's so fake, always pretending to be nice. But I know her true colors."

I pressed my legs on the floor in anger as I thought of her. Still, in a rage, a picture of Hailey flashed on my phone screen, a reminder of the source of my anger. My jaw clenched as I imagined all the ways I could make Hailey pay for what she did to me. She took Ryan away from me and still has the guts to insult me. How dare she?!

"I wish she die!" I whispered venomously. "She should just disappear from my life, from everyone's life. I'm sure no one would miss her."

My gaze turned to the window, watching the sun setting in the distance. The idea of Hailey's absence brought a