"I have to glare at you because you deserve it. You deserve every bit of it, Uncle Zack. You should be the elder here, the one to advise Grandma that this situation isn't right. Yet to my astonishment, you're the one escalating this mess," I exclaimed, my voice tinged with frustration and disappointment. "I have no desire to revisit anything with Allison after our breakup years ago. There's nothing left for us to go back to. I've moved on, and now she wants me back? That's just insane," I declared, my words laced with exasperation."She saved your life. If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be alive right now. You can't just dismiss her like that. You need her consent to make such decisions, okay? Get that through your thick skull," Uncle Zack retorted, his tone firm and unwavering."So just because she saved my life, I'm supposed to bow down and worship her? I should let her dictate what I do with my life simply because she saved me, is that it?" I retorted, my voice filled with defian

Charlotte POV As Dylan stormed out of my office, leaving behind a trail of tension, I remained fixated on the live video feed of Allison, watching her every move with curiosity and unease. The screen held me captive, the images of her flickering with a strange allure that I couldn't shake off.Just as I thought the connection had been lost, Dylan's unexpected appearance on the screen caused it to abruptly cut off. "Thank goodness," I murmured to myself, relieved by his timely intervention. Perhaps Dylan had unknowingly saved me from delving deeper into a situation fraught with uncertainty.An hour passed, and to my surprise, the live video of Allison resurfaced, this time brimming with a series of photos that seemed to suggest a forthcoming resurgence. My heart quickened as Allison showcased more images, this time featuring Dylan prominently by her side. The revelation that they had been dating for years sent a shockwave through me, leaving me grappling with a tumultuous mix of emoti

Shocked and bewildered by the sudden onslaught, I found myself surrounded by a group of girls who unleashed a barrage of verbal and physical attacks. Before I could even comprehend the situation fully, they began pelting me with eggs and flour, their words like daggers cutting through the air."What do you want?" I managed to stammer out, my voice quivering with fear and confusion as the projectiles rained down upon me."You're a slut! A cheat! Useless!" their voices rang out with vitriol, each word a painful blow to my senses. The accusations cut deep, striking at the core of my being as I struggled to shield myself from the relentless assault.Amidst the chaos, their voices blended into a cacophony of hatred and resentment, their words fueled by a misguided sense of righteousness. "You stole Dylan away from Allison! You have no right to be here!"As the barrage continued, I felt a wave of despair hit me, their accusations crushing my spirit. The betrayal of trust and the cruelty of

Dialing his number, I waited anxiously as the phone rang, my heart yearning for the comfort of his presence. When Dylan answered, I couldn't help but pour out my feelings. "Dylan, could you come over? I'm feeling really lonely and could use some company," I said, my voice tinged with vulnerability.Concern laced his response as he replied, "Of course, I'll be right there. Is everything okay? Do you need to talk about something?"gratitude hit me at his immediate willingness to be there for me. Despite the turmoil brewing within me, I chose to shield him from the details, masking my true emotions. "No, nothing's wrong, Dylan. I just miss having you around," I reassured him, unspoken pain lingering beneath my words.As the evening deepened, the sound of Dylan's car pulling into the driveway of my mansion signaled his arrival. Anticipation fluttered in my chest as I heard his footsteps approaching the door. When he walked into the living room and laid eyes on me, his expression shifted f

"Oh my God!" I gasped, my hand flying to cover my mouth in a futile attempt to stifle the exclamation that almost escaped. The shock of the moment sent me reeling backward, and I landed shockingly on the floor, my heart racing with horror as if I had just seen a ghost. I never anticipated that Aaron would still be awake, let alone catch me in the act. I had assumed he was fast asleep, his breathing steady and peaceful, but his sudden awareness of my presence sent a chill down my spine.As I sat on the floor, still stunned and wide-eyed, I couldn't believe how quickly he had caught me off guard. The fear and embarrassment mingled within me as I avoided meeting his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable in that unexpected moment.Aaron remained silent, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes speaking volumes without uttering a single word. In that profound silence, a surge of hope and uncertainty of what might happen hit me. Could this be my moment? Was this a chance for something more? I pondered