You're Pleased, Aren't You?

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"Heh," Phoebe let out a cold laugh, her gaze locked on him. But when Alexander slapped her across the face, it felt like it struck not only her cheek but also her heart. That slap shattered her last thread of composure, leaving her teetering on the edge of madness. Was she truly going insane? "Alex, do you think Phoebe's completely lost it?" Melissa asked mockingly. "Shut up!" Alexander snapped, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at her. Startled by his fury, Melissa fell silent, though her gaze toward Phoebe turned venomous. Moments later, a sly, triumphant smile curled her lips. She was gloating—parading her victory for all to see. That smile pierced Phoebe like a thousand needles, deepening her hatred for Melissa. Two lives—two innocent lives—had been lost. How could Phoe

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