The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 153

Liora’s POV

The weekend passed just as I expected it to at this point: with me holed up in a hidden corner of the library for the majority of the time, pretending that I was studying or had homework to do, until the librarian kicked me out at closing time.

When I wasn’t doing that, I was locked securely in my dorm and acting like I didn’t notice the occasional nasty note that got shoved under my door or the way my neighbors kept running their vacuum at odd hours.

However, the weekend was mostly uneventful, with no major incidents along the way. By the time Monday morning rolled around, I regained some confidence and finally ventured out of my dorm to scrounge up some breakfast in the common room.

That was my first mistake.

I smelled her expensive imported perfume before I saw her—Bianca. I should have turned around then, but her scent sometimes lingered like a stinky fart, so I assumed that she was no longer there.

My second mistake.

When I rounded the corner, I saw her—perched in one of the armchairs by the fireplace, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue while her gaggle of orbiters sat perched around her. The girl with freckles was holding a box of tissues for her, and cinnamon roll boy had apparently joined the gang recently; he was rubbing her shoulders, probably getting himself off in the process.

The moment I saw them there, I went to turn around, hoping they hadn’t noticed me yet. But they had. Freckles immediately looked up, face puckering into a scowl, and cinnamon roll boy scoffed in my direction.

“Speak of the devil,” he hissed.

Bianca slowly looked up, eyes flicking over to me—I could see the way they lingered on my pajama pants and oversized hoodie, the subtle curve into a smirk when she noticed my messy bun and the dark circles under my eyes.

She could tell that this whole thing had affected me, and that was the worst part.

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