Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 500

"Kael Kenyon!"

Julianne was furious at being dismissed so casually. She tried to storm forward and argue, but the lackey grabbed her arm and pulled her back. Thrashing wildly to no avail, her rage boiled over. She spun around and slapped the guy viciously across the face. "Who gave you permission to touch me?! I'll have Preston kill you! Do you hear me?!"

The guy's face darkened with a murderous glare, but considering Julianne's status, he forced himself to swallow the humiliation and stay quiet.

*

Inside the car.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly quiet. The cramped space was filled with the faint, seductive scent of designer cologne.

Vivienne rested her chin on her hand, staring out the window. The hazy neon lights of the night sky instantly pulled her mind back to a specific evening from her past life.

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-[Previous Life]-

Julianne had tricked Vivienne into going to the Arts Building to retrieve something. At the time, Vivienne had no idea what sick secrets that building held. The moment she stepped off the elevator, two heavily intoxicated guys grabbed her and dragged her straight into The Activities Room. Lust blinding their judgment, they were intent on violating her.

She had fought back with everything she had, kicking one of the guys so hard he tumbled to the floor. Driven by raw survival instinct, she hoisted a heavy wooden desk chair over her head and smashed it relentlessly into the downed attacker.

She struck him with brutal force. It didn't take long for a dark puddle of blood to pool out across the linoleum.

The other guy was utterly paralyzed with terror. He let out a pathetic scream and bolted out of the room.

But Vivienne couldn't hear him. Only one thought echoed in her mind: *Everyone who hurt her had to die.* She swung the chair harder and faster, the bloodstains on the floor spreading further with every devastating blow.

"That's enough."

Suddenly, a strong hand clamped around her wrist.

Vivienne snapped back to reality. Gasping for breath, she looked up to see Preston standing directly in front of her. His dark, pitch-black eyes held a faint glint of amusement. "Hit him again, and you're going to kill him."

But instead of thanking her, Julianne flew into a hysterical rage. Her attitude violently snapped back to normal—in fact, she became infinitely more vicious than before.

Back then, Vivienne had just taken the fall for Julianne after Mira Easton jumped off the school building. The entire academy was actively ostracizing and spitting on her. Julianne cutting ties with her at that exact moment was no different than shoving her off a cliff straight into an abyss of absolute despair.

Faced with a non-stop barrage of toxic rumors and vicious cyberbullying, Vivienne could only suffer in silence. She even naively comforted herself with the thought that things would get better once she grew up.

But she could have never imagined that the abyss she was falling into had no bottom. The true darkness was waiting just one level deeper.

Julianne pretended she wanted to make amends and invited her out for coffee. After school, Vivienne showed up at the agreed location—only to walk straight into another agonizing nightmare.

Over a dozen guys from a rival school cornered her inside the café. They surrounded her, throwing disgusting insults, groping, and sexually harassing her.

"Miss Whitmore said she had a friend who was lonely and desperate," one of them jeered. "She told us to make sure we gave you a real good time."

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