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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

Jaxon nodded firmly before turning to address Westley. "Ensure Cassia's well-being tonight, Westley."


"Rest assured," Westley responded confidently, his voice unwavering.


However, Amara and her companions were determined to stay. The venue's efficient security team promptly arrived to remove them. Even Gabriel, still carrying Briar, was directed to leave.


As he departed, Gabriel cast a glance back at me, his eyes conveying an emotion I struggled to interpret. Before I could ponder it further, Westley leaned in, his playful tone cutting through the tension. "I'm right here, yet you're looking at another man? Aren't you concerned I might become envious?"


Something stirred within me as I watched Gabriel's retreating figure, tears glistening in his eyes. I tried to speak, but words eluded me, leaving me silent.


A doctor paid a brief visit, confirmed my well-being, and left without further comment.


Chapter 6