The day someone stuffed a rancid, oil-dripping sandwich into my locker, splattering my uniform, I understood—no one here saw me as human.
My stepsister crushed my fallen lunch under her heel, laughing at how "pathetic" I was. In chemistry class, they all watched as I rattled around alone in the corner. Even my so-called best friend mocked me, fake-sobbing into a book—"Mommy, I miss you so much"—mimicking my most vulnerable moment for everyone's entertainment.

Until I climbed to the school roof, one step from jumping, when my phone suddenly rang: "Want to make them beg for forgiveness?"

Suicide Edge to Revenge Win

Ophelia
1:10 AM. Blackwood Manor was dead silent.
I carefully pushed open Diana's study door, my heart hammering against my ribs. The mysterious person's voice came through my earpiece: "Remember, the password for the financial system is her birthday plus your father's death date."
"This is way t...

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