Chapter 36

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I am dedicating this chapter to m2ition. She helped me understand my characters more from a reader's perspective and is madly in love with Julian De Elvero but won't admit to it. She also has priest Kink, which we will not talk about. You'll see why this chapter is dedicated to you. Ily <333

Life was a bitch to me. I mean, everyone believed money and fame buy you happiness, and honestly, that was the most manipulative lie I ever heard. I had money, and I had fame. I was in a great school. I hated the school, but I was getting an excellent education. And there was the downside. Since I hit puberty, my life I've been going downhill. My dad was dead. My mother was a promiscuous female who wanted nothing to do with me. I trusted a guy, and he used me. My friend backstabbed me. My whole life purpose is drifting away. I can't even trust no one around me. And now, the guy I hated my entire life was making me doubt my feelings.

And I loved complaining about it like a bitch. A weak bitch. I can't help these people who are losing their homes. I can't even help myself!

How fucked could it get?

All my life, all I heard was: "don't get too close of an Elvero," "these people are master manipulators," "they have bad reputations," "they sold their soul to be successful," "they are the Illuminati," "they are the Devil." These are conspiracies people rumored. They said it for my dad and everyone that is opulent and famous, too; they were just foul words.

Maybe they weren't wrong about the Elveros, though. Maybe I should have reported him to Mark since the first day. Maybe I should have rejected him since the first day. Oh, He got to me because I was sitting on a rock, observing the lake, wondering how the fuck things got there? Why do I hate him for not continuing to touch me? I wanted him to grab me and finish what he started right in that hallway, but I knew he enjoyed torturing me, proving that I was wrong for the second time, making me feel weak and easy. I was at my last straw. I couldn't endure that for one more time. I said fuck the future, and I meant it.

I grimly sighed and walked back to campus, which was a long fucking walk, to be honest. As I entered the gate, The red Lamborghini also appeared. I stopped walking. I watched him park. That was the perfect time to confront him and put an end to these alluring sentiments. While he put one foot on the ground to step out of the car, I peeped around me and lurched towards him. I grabbed the handle, and the car's butterfly door flew open.

"What the hell-."

"Get in the fucking car. We gotta talk." I sat down, closed the door. I put my seatbelt on as he confusingly gets inside the car his turn.

"Xemina, what are you doing?"

"Can you please just drive somewhere else before someone sees me?" I firmly ordered.

He didn't say anything, put his seatbelt on, and started the car. The ride was embraced with a heavy silence. I admired the red and black interior decor. His perfume overwhelmed my nostrils, and I watched the sun's smoky dull rays being swallowed by the lake and red clouds. Still, the breathtaking imagery sunken behind constructed dwellings when we turned counterclockwise to leave the highway. He stopped in a wooden area, at Don Valley Park, near a river.

I got out of the car and purposely slammed the door.

"Xemina, that car cost me!" He groaned while also getting out.

"I assure you that is the least of your concerns. You're going to listen to me, and you're not going to open your petty mouth until I am done."

He reluctantly leaned against the car, and I inhaled harshly before letting the words out.

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