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Ethan Blake's father was my family's bodyguard. He was brutally stabbed to death while rescuing me from kidnappers.
My father, consumed by guilt, took Ethan into our home and raised him as part of our family. He planned for Ethan to marry me when we grew up, as a way in honor of this debt of gratitude.
I also felt indebted and tried everything to win Ethan's affection, almost to the point of fawning over him.
However, Ethan always treated me with cold indifference, barely acknowledging my existence.
One evening, I was working on my personal statements for university applications, he suddenly came to see me and asked about my preparations for the Science Innovation Award.
I thought he had finally warmed up to me and excitedly shared all the details of my project with him.
One week later, I discovered that Ethan's childhood sweetheart, Olivia, had stolen my idea and submitted it as her own for the competition.
She ended up winning first place in the Science Innovation Award and received an early admission to Stanford University.
Heartbroken, I confronted Ethan about why he had extracted my ideas to help Olivia.
He replied with utter indifference, "Aren't you supposed to be capable? Even without the early admission opportunity, you should be able to get in on your own merit."

My Dear Enemy, My New Beginning

I never expected Ethan to be so persistent. Every morning when I opened my door, I'd find an exquisite breakfast and fresh flowers waiting on the doorstep.


These were all Ethan's handiwork. He believed that as long as Alexander and I weren't officially married, he still had a chance.


"Give me one more opportunity to win your heart." Alexander picked up the card Ethan had left among the flowers and coldly tore it to shreds.


From that moment on, Ethan was blacklisted from the Grand Regent Hotel, unable to set foot in the building again. But he found other ways to express his affection.


As night fell, Ethan set off blue heart-shaped fireworks outside my window, shouting through a megaphone, "Sophia, I love you!"


I felt as if Ethan had become a different person entirely. It was hard to connect this version of him with the cold, indifferent image I remembered from before.


This belated passion meant nothing to me. Why was he even bothering?


Chapter 8