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    Hailee’s voice trembled as she remarked, “Elliana, you have to be wrong. The Boris you’re talking about… There’s no way he’s the same person I know. He can’t be.”


    Hailee clung to that desperate thread, determined to believe in the man she loved rather than the ruthless world Elliana had just revealed. She would rather drown in bills and heartache than ept she’d been yed for a fool.


    But Elliana’s expression turned fierce, her eyes bright with urgency. “Hailee, you can’t keep lying to yourself. No matter how much it hurts, I have to break this illusion. You deserve the truth.” With that, she tapped another face on the screen and probed further, her voice calm but cutting. “Do you know who this man really is?”


    The person Elliana pointed to was the same individual who’d served Boris champagne and led with the cheeky tease.


    Hailee’s eyes dropped as she studied the photo. “That’s Dunn. He grew up with Boris at the orphanage. He’s barely scraping by—his sry hardly covers his rent and groceries. There’s no way he can help with Boris’s hospital bills.”


    A sharp, humorlessugh slipped from Elliana as her gaze swept over the group of lowlifes clustered around Boris on the screen, all of themplicit in the charade.


    “Hailee, his name’s Dunn, sure—but he never set foot in an orphanage, and he’s definitely not broke. The truth? He spends his days surrounded by opulence. Lavish parties, bottomless champagne, designer everything—his entire life is one endless spree,” Elliana stated with crisp, unwavering frankness.


    Hailee turned to Elliana in stunned silence, unable to process what she was hearing. The revtion sounded absurd, almost surreal.


    Elliana met Hailee’s stare and spoke slowly, refusing to let Hailee escape the facts. “He’s Dunn Sampson—the son of Skyflower Hospital’s chairman.”


    Hailee’s mind reeled. Skyflower Hospital? That was the very ce where Boris had spent weeks as a patient. If Boris was close with Dunn—the chairman’s son—then he’d always had powerful connections at that hospital. And yet, he’d never breathed a word. All those desperate nights she spent begging the staff for mercy, humiliating herself for another day’s stay for Boris—Boris had let her do it, every single time, standing back in silence, watching her struggle.


    A jaggedugh escaped Hailee, sharp with self-mockery as her lips twisted into a bitter smile.


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    Elliana pressed on, relentless, determined toy bare every ugly truth. She nudged her phone over so Hailee could see the others in the photo. One by one, she named each person, methodically exposing their true identities. Each face belonged to someone privileged, coddled by wealth, another yer in this borate charade. They’d all gathered to amuse themselves, treating Hailee as little more than a naive pawn.


    Elliana’s voice dropped, cold and precise. “Hailee, from the very beginning, you never stood a chance. Every moment with Boris—the so-called saving you in the car crash, his supposed heart condition—was all staged. Everyone in his circle, and even the so-called hospital staff, all yed their part in this cruel farce.”


    Hailee’s legs buckled. She crumpled to the floor, both hands flying up to shield her face. Not a single tear would fall. Her anguish had gone beyond tears—her heart felt hollow, as if grief had wrung her dry and left her numb, barely able to breathe.


    A sudden jolt snapped Hailee from her stupor—her phone lit up with a familiar name. It was Dunn. Every time Boris had a medical emergency or the bills became urgent, it was Dunn’s name that appeared. His calls were never kind—always sharp, always demanding, always another reminder that she “owed” Boris more than she could ever pay.


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