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A decade earlier, I summoned the bravery to express my feelings to him. He responded with a faint smile, admitting he cared for me too, but wasn't prepared for a romantic relationship. He proposed we strive together to enter Ivory Heights Academy, painting a picture of a joint aspiration.
However, mere days later, I witnessed him entering a luxurious vehicle belonging to an affluent young woman. Overcome with desperation, I attempted to stop him. He exited the car, his eyes cold and unyielding.
"Your feelings for me are meaningless," he stated, his words piercing my heart. "Amara can provide opportunities you never could. Even if she's merely playing with me, I'd prefer to be her toy in wealth than waste time on useless emotions."
I stood motionless, my heart shattering as his words echoed in my mind. Then, Amara Sterling emerged from the vehicle, her voice laced with contempt. "Run over her and file an insurance claim," she instructed the driver, her tone as harsh as the Bentley's engine roar.
My knees gave way, and I collapsed, shaking. Amara walked to him, linking her arm with his possessively. She cast me a look of pure scorn, sneering, "Hah, a pauper."
He glanced at me one final time, his expression unreadable yet distant, and said, "Forget about me."
Ten years later, I returned to the city, no longer an overlooked face from my youth but a rising force in the business world. Fate played a cruel joke; a class reunion, hosted at my own exclusive club, brought me face-to-face with specters from the past.

Revenge in Ten Years

Suddenly, everyone's attention turned to me.


Unperturbed, I deliberately unwrapped a candy, relishing the crackling sound of the wrapper, and said without looking up, "We're all familiar faces here. No need for formalities."


I casually popped the sweet into my mouth, allowing its flavor to soothe my thoughts.


"Sugar helps me concentrate," I mused internally.


A small voice broke my reverie. "Auntie, is it tasty?"


Surprised, I glanced down to see a young girl beside me. Her cherubic face and delicate features were complemented by large, sparkling eyes that gazed at me with childlike wonder.


Without hesitation, I extended another candy to her. "Find out for yourself," I said gently.


"Gabriel, control your unruly child!" Amara suddenly yelled, her tone filled with anger. "What kind of event is this? Allowing a little menace to run free?"


Chapter 5