The Cobra's Vengeance

frame, my body aching and face sw

g for Chloe, ready to s

it blazed with obnoxious music,

parkling dress, laughing with the ver

hter didn't stop; it only twi

dragged in," she pu

pped forward, his smug

loe' s workshop

hip, my grand sacri

her, to see if "golden boy" Ethan Cole would actually throw awa

prize for their wager: a perfect, gleaming vintage S

han any physical pain, scor

rasped, the words choked with disbel

, my own blood, orchestrate su

, that blind to believ

night, their mocking laughter echoing

realization ignited within me: this wasn't just my humiliat