Chapter 22

“Vincent! You’re a beast,” Caleb was itching to charge forward but got blocked by Vincent’s

crew.

“Mr. Gladstone, you best sit tight and watch.” They were helpless. After all, it was Vincent, a member of the FitzGerald family, Rhett’s younger brother.

In Silvergrove City, who’d dare to pick a fight with the FitzGeralds?

Who’d have the nerve to take on Rhett?

Everyone sucked up to Vincent not because of who he was but because he was Rhett’s brother. “Caleb, keep your cool. If you don’t throw a punch, I’ll tell my brother to put in a good word for you with Mr. Bryce,” Vincent said mockingly, using the Gladstone Group to threaten Caleb.

He bet Caleb, the yellow–bellied guy, would cave for his interests.

He just wanted Kristin to see what kind of a man Caleb was.

“Let me go…” Kristin pleaded through tears. “Vincent, please, let me go.”

But begging was useless. Kristin should’ve known that by then.

A few guys roughly grabbed Kristin, pushing her down on the couch, trying to rip her clothes off. Kristin cried and struggled, but it was no use.

“Help me… please, help me…” Kristin looked to Caleb for rescue, feeling like she’d fallen into an icy pit, cold and suffocating.

Caleb’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he wanted to step forward, but he hesitated.

Without the Gladstone Group, he’d be another doormat in their circle. Fingers clenched until they shook, Caleb looked away.

He hadn’t expected that Ms. Turner, once so untouchable, would be brought so low by this

crowd.

That blooming white rose was nothing but withered petals.

Kristin of all her thorns, of every shining part, drag her

with despair, no longer struggling or

pointless. How could these people possibly save her?

the couch, Kristin ceased her futile

her clothes open, seeing her body covered in bruises and scars.

Chapter 22

“special treatment” – a daily dose

with all these bruises?” Someone said

time but

off from Kristin. “I

with. She’s filthy. Vincent, we don’t do sloppy

there, eyes empty, not

a girl was to start

this back in high school.

her back then, and Kristin would find love letters on her desk daily.

persistent suitor, followed

to Kristin,

with guys, putting on airs but being promiscuous behind

cried many times over these rumors and was bullied by

the bullies spilled pig blood on her ballet costume and stuffed razor blades

↑ dance shoes.

with no one daring to

Kristin had seen Vincent as her redemption, a beam of light in her dark world and

she’s already got

her if she

was head–over–heels back in the day and couldn’t eat or sleep well because of Kristin. Tam surely wouldn’t mind. Where’s Tam today anyway?”

here

lay on the couch, listening to their

Kristin pulled at her clothes, realizing all the

didn’t cry, because there were no

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