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7: Injustice At Every Turn
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[Lincoln]“M-Mr. Sawyer, what are you doing here?”His voice is shaky, tinged with fear.“Why? Am I not allowed to come to my school?” I scoff, stepping inside with deliberate slowness. The sight of him visibly flinching fills me with grim satisfaction. He’s scared, that’s good. If only he knew the storm of anger burning through me right now.“Lincoln…”Arella’s soft, broken voice pulls my attention, and I turn to her. Her chest rises and falls unevenly, her breath shaky. Small droplets of tears cling to her lower lashes. The sight makes my chest tighten, and I feel a sharp pang in my heart. I nod at her, fighting the overwhelming urge to pull her into a protective embrace. Not now.Instead, I turn back to the principal and take another step forward, each movement deliberate and steady, a quiet storm brewing inside me.“You haven’t answered my question, Mr. Paulo. Is this how you treat people in my school?”His face pales, and he stammers, “N-No, sir! You don’t understand. Those kids
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[Arella]"Sorry, but we don't find your qualifications suitable for our company. Please try somewhere else."I swallow thickly, the bitter taste of disappointment evident. Three weeks. I'd spent the last three weeks looking for a job everywhere, and I keep getting rejected. A master’s degree in accounting and experience with Ames Finances wasn’t suitable for a managerial position? That’s utter bullshit.I clench my fists as I step outside, the warm afternoon sun doing little to ease the chill of frustration creeping through me. I’ll tell you what’s really going on—I’ve been blacklisted. And by none other than my shitbag of an ex-husband.What does Deric want from me? He called me up two weeks ago. Apparently, Vivian still feels ‘sorry’ for me, and he offered me a job as his receptionist. I helped Deric Smith build a multi-billion-dollar company, and he offers me a job as a receptionist? The nerve. I told him off, and he became offended. Told me I would never get a job anywhere
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[Lincoln] “It was a hassle but I found the file, sir.” Jane’s voice is crisp but slightly hesitant, drawing my attention from the document in front of me.“Thank you, Jane.” I reply reaching for it.“But if I may ask, why do you need this student’s file? Shouldn’t you be preparing for your meeting with the minister? He’s already offended, as you’ve bailed on him once.”Her words cut through my concentration like a sharp blade. I lift my head to hers, my eyes locking on her steady gaze. She’s right, and she knows it.“I’ll be there soon,” I reply, dismissing her with a nod.As the door clicks shut behind her, I turn my focus back to the file in my hands. The edges of the folder feel worn under my fingertips as I flip it open. My gaze lands on a passport-sized photograph of a young girl: Ava Myers, age 17. Her wide, determined eyes stare back at me from the glossy paper.My eyes skim across her achievements—a list so impressive it momentarily halts my thoughts. A small grin splits my
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[Arella]Vivian’s face comes into view as soon as I turn, her delicate features framed by soft waves of hair, and I can't help but let out a snark. The air between us feels thick, like static before a storm. Her eyes widen, a flicker of surprise and possibly dread crossing her face, but then she smiles and approaches me for a hug, stopping midway at my death glare.“Arella, how are you? I’ve been so worried, and Deric won’t let me speak to you. I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” she says, blinking repeatedly, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and pity.I feel sick to my stomach, the pit churning as if it holds molten lava. I don’t think I can work here. What was I even thinking? Kaitlin already hates me, and now she’s friends with Vivian? The world feels cruelly orchestrated.“Come on now, don’t be all high and mighty, Arella. She just asked a question,” Kaitlin says smugly, her tone mocking. She stands a few feet away, leaning casually against the counter, her arms crossed.
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[Arella]“H-How did you find me?” I stammer, taking a step back as his dark laugh echoes through the night air. He steps closer, the sound of his shoes scraping against the pavement sending a chill down my spine.Anger floods my veins, and a heavy knot forms in my stomach. “What are you doing here, Frank?”He smirks, his eyes gleaming, the intensity of his gaze piercing through the darkness. “I told you I’d make you regret it. That little stunt you pulled in front of the police officer the other day caused quite a ruckus for my reputation.”I square my shoulders and stand straighter, my pulse racing as I try to control the fear creeping up my spine. “So what? I didn’t get my justice, and a lowly man like you is still roaming freely. Shame on you,” I spit, my voice thick with venom. “How could you do that to me? What if something bad had happened?”He laughs, loud and dark, the sound chilling, like ice water pouring over my skin. “That was the plan all along, sweet girl. You know,
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[Arella]Pushing up to my feet, I stumble to the only room in our tiny apartment. My knees feel shaky as I rummage through my bag, the weight of uncertainty pressing on me. Finally, my fingers brush against the smooth edge of Lincoln's card. I pull it out, staring at the number embossed in a fine elegant print. His personal number.I swallow hard, hesitation bubbling in my chest. Is this a good idea? Or should I just meet him in person? My thoughts spiral as I imagine the headlines if we’re seen together. Those filthy entertainment news handlers haven’t stopped tearing me apart since the saga with Deric. .A call it is, then.The phone feels heavy in my hand as I dial the number, my pulse thrumming in my ears. My thumb lingers over the call button, and something stirs deep in my stomach. Butterflies? How ridiculous.It rings. The sound seems endless, stretching time. My heart leaps when a deep, smooth voice cuts through my spiraling thoughts."Hello?"A breath catches in my throa
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[Arella]Eyes are still on us as Deric’s laughter dies down. His gaze locks onto mine, and my stomach twists under the intensity of his disgust."This is what you rejected my offer for? A job as an event planner?” “And I was supposed to what? Accept a receptionist job at a company we built with our sweat?" I bit back, fury thrumming through my veins, as a flush of humiliation rises on my cheeks.His laugh rings out again, louder this time, cruel and biting, as if he’s reveling in my discomfort. He wipes his eyes dramatically and smirks, twisting the knife further. "You’re so delusional, Arella."He turns to Vivian, and instantly, his entire demeanor shifts. His expression softens in the way it always does when he looks at her, making my chest tighten painfully. "You knew about this, babe? Why didn’t you tell me? We would’ve never come here.""I just wanted to give her a chance," Vivian says sweetly, her voice dripping with honey. Chance? What the heck is she even talking about?Sh
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[Lincoln] I place my hand behind her head to stop it from colliding with the wall, my fingers brushing against her soft hair. Her body instantly softens against me, her tension melting away, and my lips quirk up at the reaction I can’t help but notice. "What are you doing?" she whisper-yells, her voice barely audible, her eyes wide as they roam over my features, searching for answers. Her breath catches as our gazes lock. My eyes trail to her lips, and I swallow, trying to push down the sudden urge to close the space between us. "Lincoln, what are you doing here?!" a shrill voice shrieks from behind, snapping the moment in two. I smirk, knowing my plan has worked perfectly. Bingo. Standing up, my arms still securely wrapped around Arella’s waist, I turn to face the source of the interruption. "I told you I was on a lunch date, Ms. Clara," I say smoothly, my tone laced with deliberate amusement. She humphs, stomping her feet, her face flushing with disbelief. "But–bu
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The Billionaire's Forgotten Ex-wife 199
[Arella]Vivian ran like the devil himself was on her heels.Her bare feet slapped against the filthy concrete, the sharp sting of debris cutting into her skin. The air was thick with the scent of rotting dough and mildew, the remnants of a bakery long abandoned, its glory days buried under dust and decay. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each one hitching in her throat as she weaved through the narrow corridors, her frantic movements sending old flour sacks tumbling to the ground.She was fast, I’d give her that. Desperation had a way of making people move like cornered rats, a blend of terror and pure survival instinct. But I wasn’t about to let her scurry away. Not this time.I chased after her, vaulting over overturned crates, my boots thudding heavily against the grimy floor. My pulse thundered in my ears, my lungs burning with exertion, but the fire only fueled me. Every step I took, every inch I gained, I thought about what this woman had done to me seven months ago.Seven. Fuc
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[Arella]Two days later, we finally located the only bakery in Backwater Alley.True to the city’s name, the place was utterly demented. The snarls and sneers we received from passersby sent a chill slithering down my spine, despite the heavy security flanking me. It wasn’t just the people that made this place hell—it was everything. The very air felt wrong, thick with the scent of rot and dampness, like misery had been ground into the pavement for generations. The streets reeked of filth and desperation, a choking combination of decay and stale piss, and even with the promise of protection, a thick wave of unease clung to my skin like a second layer.Deric, on the other hand, was visibly cowering, his head ducked so low I half-expected him to burrow into the ground. He flinched at every sound, his breath coming in shallow gasps as we passed through each ‘checkpoint’—clusters of men loitering with sharp eyes and even sharper knives, their silent appraisal as damning as a blade against
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[Arella] Deric leads us to a restaurant that's just as rundown as that bar, but at least the air inside isn't nauseating. The dim lighting does little to hide the grime-streaked walls, and the wooden chairs creak ominously as we settle down. The stench of stale grease lingers in the air, but it’s a small mercy compared to the overwhelming stench of alcohol from before.I speak first, my voice sharp. "Where have you been? What are you doing all the way in Chicago?"He clears his throat, his eyes locked onto mine with an emotion I can't quite place—adoration, maybe? Like he can't believe I'm sitting right in front of him. That only makes my patience thinner."You're going to have to start talking, Deric, because trust me, I have other ways to make you talk.""Water... please," he croaks out, his voice dry and weak. Zach signals to one of his men, never leaving my side for a single second. The moment the bottle is placed in front of him, Deric chugs it down like a man starved, gulping i
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[Arella]We pass through the back, and the stench immediately assaults my senses—an overwhelming mix of stale alcohol, damp wood, and rotting garbage. Dirty bottles are strewn everywhere, some stacked haphazardly in corners, others being washed with a half-hearted effort. The entire place reeks of neglect. Dust clings to every surface, thick enough that I can practically taste it in the air. A few workers loiter around, loading crates onto a rusty truck that looks like it's one pothole away from falling apart.The sight of it all makes my skin crawl. My fingers twitch at my sides, an instinctive reaction to the unease curling in my stomach. This place feels wrong. Like a trap waiting to be sprung.A man with decayed teeth—yellowed and jagged, a testament to years of neglect—flashes me a grin as we draw closer. The smile is anything but friendly; it's lecherous, the kind that makes my skin prickle in revulsion. "Who's this fine little birdie, Isla?" His eyes drag over me from head to t
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[Arella]“How may I help you?" The bartender slurs his words, his bleary eyes raking over me. So much for being insecure—he doesn’t even attempt to hide his once-over. His gaze lingers too long, his lips quirking up like he’s amused by something. But then, something shifts. He must have noticed Zach’s piercing gaze because he suddenly straightens, feigning a sense of professionalism, shoulders squaring as he averts his gaze. My lips twitch in amusement, but I don’t let it show too much."I'm looking for the owner of this number." I thrust a crumpled piece of paper into his hand, unwilling to risk handing over my phone. My fingers tighten slightly as I pull back, watching his face carefully. His brows furrow as he glances at it, then at me, before letting out a dry chuckle."You're looking for the owner of this number... in a bar?" He shoots me an incredulous look, the kind that makes me feel every bit as ridiculous as I probably seem right now.I nod anyway, knowing full well how absu
