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The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 795    |    Released on: 27/01/2026

ly. He had stared at her, his thumb brushing the pulse point on her

. It was a sharp, stinging se

rrogant smile replacing the glare, "I suppose I

"I don't want your wishes. I just w

revealing a cavern of darkness behind those blue eyes. "M

t know what to say to that. The darkness in

swim trunks and pulled out a ring. It was heavy, made of black obsidian, with a

e ever desperate. If you have nowhere else t

like he was mocking her. She grabbed the cup, intending to fi

ance between herself and his confusing in

all. A

med to drop twenty degrees in a sing

nch coat despite the ninety-degree heat. His skin was pale, almost trans

s. Christ's o

ion. It wasn't hatred; it was the in

The cup fell from her hand, lemonade splashing onto the concrete. The b

the ring. His p

m behind Emely. It wasn't the voice of a child any

ust inhaled deeply, as if smelling the fear radiating off her. A strange, metallic

s coat brushing her arm.

d up the ring, and pressed it firmly into her palm. His

ol," Christ whispered near her

een too much. After stumbling away from The Sapphire Club, the sodden envelope slipping from her numb fingers and washing away in

Her hand was clenched so tight her knuckles were white. When she op

h the move to this rat-infested apartment, thro

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in wood of the door. "Rent! I know you're in there!

f her stomach pressed against her thighs, a suffocating reminder of her

. She reached for it, her heart sk

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. Emely felt a prickle of unease crawl up her spine, co

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The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback
The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback
“I used to be the "Princess of Cohen Pharmaceuticals," but now I'm just a girl in a soaked coat trying to hide the rolls of fat that came with the stress of my family's bankruptcy. My fiancé, Kody, was the only thing I had left to hold onto. I walked into Kody's office looking for a shred of comfort, but he slid a "Termination of Engagement" form across his mahogany desk instead. He didn't just break up with me; he looked at my size sixteen body with pure disgust and told me I was a liability to his corporate image. Before I could even process the heartbreak, his "secretary" walked in, rubbing her flat stomach and asking about their lunch plans. They had been together for six months-the entire time I was at my father's legal depositions. Kody didn't stop there; he took the keys to the Porsche I bought him, claiming it was a company asset, and drove off with his pregnant mistress, leaving me standing in the gutter. Then my phone rang-my father had collapsed from heart failure, and the hospital refused to operate without a $200,000 deposit because our insurance was frozen. I stood in the hospital lobby, bankrupt, betrayed, and watching my father die through a glass window. Kody had stripped me of everything, and the world was laughing at the "fallen princess." I was desperate, humiliated, and out of options. But I still had one thing left: a black obsidian ring given to me twelve years ago by a boy I saved from drowning. I tracked Christ Collins to a private Hamptons gala, a place where the air smells like old money and dark secrets. He didn't offer me a check; he offered me a sick game. "Swim ten laps in the outdoor pool," he whispered, his eyes icy blue and predatory as a freezing November storm raged outside. "Five million dollars if you finish. Or you can go back and watch your father die." I kicked off my heels and walked toward the frigid water.”