"You really are a shameless wretch, Serena!"
Naomi grabbed a fistful of Serena's hair and yanked it back hard. Forced to lift her chin, Serena met Naomi's cold, condescending gaze.
"Don't think that just because you've latched onto a rich man, you can turn into some high-society lady. Let me remind you of your place—you're nothing but an unwanted orphan, a walking disaster, and a filthy woman who'll spread her legs for anyone."
As Naomi spoke, she yanked even harder. "Remember this—you'll always be beneath me. Don't ever think you can rise above your station."
After venting her anger, she finally let go.
"You'll never be my equal, Serena."
She shot Serena a vicious glare before turning and striding upstairs, her head held high.
Serena clenched her fists, the fire in her eyes no longer hidden. She stared at Naomi's retreating figure, a cold smirk slowly curving her lips.
"Naomi, this is the last time. Everything you've done to me over the years—I'll return it all, one by one. We have a long road ahead," she thought.
In her room, Serena sat at her vanity, gazing at her reflection. The faint red imprint of a hand was still visible on her face. She reached up and gently traced her fingers over it.
Just then, her phone rang, breaking the silence. She retrieved it from her bag, and the moment she saw the caller ID, the darkness in her heart lifted. It was Darryl Gilliam—her dearest friend.
Their families had been close when they were children, and she and Darryl often played together. But when his family moved abroad for business, their connection faded.
She had thought they would never cross paths again, but fate brought them back together in Crigow.
When Darryl's parents learned of her family's misfortunes, they didn't turn away. Instead, they took her in as their goddaughter and extended a helping hand. During her four years at the university in Crigow, they cared for her like they were their own.
It was the only warmth she had felt since losing her parents and grandfather.
She answered the call, a gentle smile on her lips. "What's got you calling so late?"
Darryl teased from the other end, "What? You don't want to hear from me?"
"Of course not. I just figured you'd be busy with work."
"No matter how busy I am, I won't neglect you."
Warmth spread through Serena's heart.
He asked with concern, "How is it? Now that you're back with the Linden family, is everything alright? They haven't been giving you trouble, have they?"
Her smile faded slightly, her eyes clouding with complex emotions. "No."
Even though she denied it, Darryl saw right through her. "They have, haven't they?"
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