To the world, I was nothing but a criminal. I walked out bitterly, no one waiting, no taxi in sight. So I walked, legs trembling, dragging my weary soul toward the Aldridge estate.
After a long journey, I arrived. The entrance was covered in white roses. A red carpet stretched down the path like something out of a dream.
Luxury cars gleamed under the sun.
A grand banner fluttered in the wind: [Welcome back, Miss!]
For a brief, foolish second, I thought it was for me.
But then a voice, cold as frost, cut through the illusion.
“Liora, did you forget your place? These flowers aren’t for your filthy hands.”
Jaxon stood behind me, distant, untouchable.
And just then, a delicate girl ran into his arms.
Clad in an elegant gown, it was Arabelle. The heroine of this story. Jaxon’s so-called first love.
She had left him for a wealthier man. But the moment he rose to power, she came back.
So, this whole event wasn’t for me; it was for her return.
Inside the estate, I instantly felt how wrong I looked, wrapped in tattered prison clothes that didn’t belong in a world of luxury.
Hunger gnawed at me; I hadn’t had a proper meal in years.