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7: Injustice At Every Turn
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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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[Arella]My blurry gaze shifts to the man storming toward us, his sharp footsteps echoing in the tense atmosphere. His expression is thunderous, a storm of rage written on his face. Not just any man, but… Deric Smith? You've got to be kidding me.For a second, I’m too stunned to move. The scent of spilled soup mingles with the faint aroma of soy sauce from nearby tables. My wet hair clings to my face, soup trickling down my neck, adding to my humiliation.His eyes don’t meet mine; they’re laser-focused on Lincoln’s grandmother, burning with fury."Why the fuck would you do that to her?" he yells, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. Heads turn at the commotion. I feel the weight of their stares, making the heat on my cheeks even worse.Lincoln’s grandmother freezes, her lips parting in surprise before she recovers with a smirk. She turns her sharp gaze back to me, her smile venomous."Is this one of your lackeys?" she sneers.I want to retort, but my throat tightens. Before
