Marrying The Lethal Town Outcast

Chapter 3

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porch step. She watched the townspeo

with pure judgment. Fingers pointed, and whispered insul

the doorframe. Her face twisted in raw

g acrylic nails dug viciously into Eleanor

lly drag Eleanor off the porch to humi

eak the hold. But Tiffany's grip was

aned down. She clamped her teeth over Tiff

iately released Eleanor's arm, stumbling back

den display of raw, animalistic violen

rom her mouth. She wiped her lips with the

t of the crowd. He puffed out his broad chest,

ned finger directly at the dark do

ght a lesson for touching a local girl!

es. He played the role of the tow

first wooden stair, fully intending to

her stance, blocking the narrow d

aside, Eleanor. Let

d in the eye. "Back off

ing sound. "Since when do yo

eep into her lungs, ensuring every single

re officially dating,

tunned silence. The crickets in the

arrogant smirk vanished, replaced by a

hand, stared at Eleanor as if the ot

privately for months," Eleanor

r their shocked faces. "Is it a crime for a cou

e veins in his thick neck bulged with jealous rag

tep up the wooden stairs. "M

ield an inch. "Touching me is ass

ck over his shoulder at the crowd, s

r voice cut sharply through the n

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Luo Ye Fantasy

“My best friend Tiffany handed me a spiked drink to celebrate. Not long after, the town mob kicked down the door of a dirty trailer. They found me drugged and trapped in the dark with Rory Donovan, the town's exiled outcast. Tiffany stood at the front of the crowd with a Polaroid camera, screaming with fake tears. "How could you do something so shameful? You are a disgrace!" Because of that orchestrated night, my reputation was completely destroyed. I was dragged out into the dirt, stripped of my dignity, and forced into a miserable life of poverty and endless abuse. Tiffany stole my college acceptance letter, claiming my scholarship for herself while I scrubbed floors to pay off debts. After decades of bone-crushing labor and absolute loneliness, I died a pathetic death in a sterile hospital room, listening to my own heart monitor flatline. Until my dying breath, the phantom pain of a completely wasted life suffocated me. Why did the girl I trusted most orchestrate such a vicious trap to ruin me? Opening my heavy eyelids to the harsh glare of a neon beer sign, the sticky blood matting my hair told me this wasn't a dying hallucination. I was back on the exact night my life was supposed to end. Hearing the mob approaching outside, I didn't run like a coward this time. I turned to the dangerous outcast in the shadows and looked him dead in the eye. "We tell them we are engaged."”