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Chapter 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wore the club\u2019s fitted uniform, hugging her waist tight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was Kaia.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She\u2019d lost a ton of weight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Back to that fragile, delicate little white-lotus look-the version Grayson had fallen for online.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Grayson spotted her, froze for half a second, then looked away.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kaia approached the table, head down, silently pouring wine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When she got to Grayson, her hand \u201cslipped.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Half the red wine splashed straight onto his expensive slacks.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my god! I\u2019m so sorry, Mr. Blackwell!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kaia immediately dropped to her knees, pulled out a pristine handkerchief, and frantically dabbed at his leg.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t mean to-I\u2019ll clean it up right now\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Grayson frowned, clearly annoyed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But looking at her like that, his reprimand seemed to catch in his throat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And in that split second-\u00a0<\/p>\n
The private room door slammed open. A man in a server\u2019s uniform rushed in, face twisted with rage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Nobody had time to react.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A gleaming knife shot straight for Grayson.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGrayson Blackwell! GO TO HELL!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It happened too fast.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The Kaia kneeling on the floor moved as if she\u2019d known it was coming.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Without hesitation, she threw her thin back in front of Grayson.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thud.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The blade sank into flesh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kaia let out a muffled cry, color draining from her face as she collapsed backward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Grayson caught her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Blood spread rapidly from the wound on her back, soaking through her pale uniform.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
Security tackled the afterker immediately\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room erupted into chens, Screams everywhere,\u00a0<\/p>\n
Bin Grayson just stood there, staring down at Kata bleeding in his arms, eyes chaving vistently\u00a0<\/p>\n
He clearly hadn\u2019t expected this girl had expelled to take a knife for him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then\u00a0<\/p>\n
His gaze cut through the chaos and landed on me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
That look was complicated, Searching. With a trace of scrutiny and disappointment I couldn\u2019t quite read.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Because the moment that knife flashed,\u00a0<\/p>\n
My first instinct had been to step back,\u00a0<\/p>\n
The chaos lasted only seconds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Grayson snapped back, barking orders,\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGet the car! Hospital! Now!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He scooped Kala up in his arms, didn\u2019t spare me another glance, and rushed out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as he was about to carry her through the door-\u00a0<\/p>\n
Kaia, cradled carefully in his arms, slowly opened her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She silently mouthed a few words at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSer-a phi na.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re. Fucked.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then she closed her eyes again, burying her face in his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
My lips curved ever so slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ah. So that\u2019s where you were going with this.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u0f62\u0f97\u0f7a\u0f0b\u0f62\u0fa1\u0f7c\u0f0b\u0f62\u0f97\u0f7a\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Kaia, sweetie\u00a0<\/p>\n
The ones who are fucked? That\u2019s you and Grayson.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Three days later, Grayson called, voice ice cold.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome to the hospital. We need to talk. Time to clear some things up.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I went.\u00a0<\/p>\n
In the VIP room, Kaia lay propped against the headboard, pale and fragile, tears in her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Two girls stood beside her-\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
My old roommates.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Grayson stood by the window, backlit, expression unreadable.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cGray,\u201d Kaia\u2019s voice trembled as she pulled a phone from the nightstand..\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis phone has all our chats. From December 3rd last year-the day you added me-until before school started. Every message. Every day.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe photos are me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe voice is me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one who said she missed you, loved you, waited for you-was me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were too upset to look that day. Will you look now?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The two roommates jumped in immediately:\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s true, Mr. Blackwell! Kaia was glued to her phone chatting with you in the dorm every single day!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can all vouch for it! Seraphina was super fat back then-we never saw her dating anyone online!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Grayson took the phone and scrolled for a long time.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room was suffocatingly quiet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then, slowly, he looked up at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSeraphina. Is what they\u2019re saying true?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I met his eyes calmly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A thread of crimson crept into his eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you never loved me? Not once?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo when that knife came at me, you backed away?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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