The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 109

"Lydia, don't overthink it. Sterling could never blame you!"

Sasha paused for a second before firmly reassuring her.

"...Is that so."

Lydia lowered her eyes. For the umpteenth time that night, her nails dug deeply into her palms, piercing the skin and sending sharp bursts of pain through her hands.

But just because Elena's hand was slightly hurt, he had left without a single ounce of hesitation.

He hadn't even looked back at her!

In the past, that would have been completely impossible.

"It's all that two-faced bitch's fault! The shameless social climber must have used every dirty trick in the book to crawl into his bed!"

Sasha cursed bitterly, her brows knitted in pure disgust.

"Lydia, I've heard that once men get a taste of it, they get addicted. He's only treating her special right now because he's obsessed with her body, but his heart still belongs to you..."

Before she could finish, Lydia shot her a dark, piercing look.

Sasha hesitated, but pushed on. "Lydia, the truth hurts, but it's still the truth! Men think with their lower halves. You know the kind of environment I grew up in. I've seen it a million times, and there is never an exception!"

"Besides, Sterling is the heir. He's surrounded by temptation, and you've kept rejecting him. It was only a matter of time before he caved and messed around. You need to wake up and face reality!"

"No, he hasn't touched Elena."

Surprisingly, Lydia shot down the theory with absolute certainty.

Sasha was trying to provoke her, hoping to fire up her competitive spirit so she would finally fight to win him back.

She never expected Lydia to be so confident that Sterling and Elena's relationship was pure.

"You saw it yourself just now! Elena was literally wearing his clothes..."

"The clothes were just an accident. It doesn't mean anything."

Sterling wouldn't touch Elena. Lydia never doubted that for a second.

Even though the hickey on his neck was definitely from Elena—

Elena. Larkin.

She chewed on the name. It sounded pretty, but it made her physically sick.

Before her, no matter how many women circled the young man, Lydia had never felt a single ripple of anxiety.

But Elena. Only Elena.

The very first time she saw her, she felt a profound, long-forgotten sense of danger.

Tonight's events proved that things were slowly spiraling out of her control.

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