Chapter 3 Rumors


    Yvonne slowly got out of bed, her legs trembling from the events that had unfolded the night before.


    When she saw her torn clothes on the bed, a desperate look marred her face. Her virginity was already


    ruined and the bastard ripped up her clothes! She leaned back on the bed to see a bank card and a


    business card from Cary. She gritted her teeth as the tears streamed down her face.


    "Does he think of me as a prostitute?" she snarled out as she ripped the business card into pieces.


    Holding her phone tightly in her hands, Yvonne wanted to call the police, but she knew that it''d only be


    fruitless. Given that everything was under Cary''s hold, it''d be easy to wipe this off his record.


    Yvonne nced around desperately, smiling mockingly when she saw a dress lying on her bedside. "Is


    this also his way ofpensating?" she mocked. "Or is it a deal?" She wore the dress and stared at


    herself in the mirror, frowning. The dress was absolutely beautiful, and from the fabric itself, it looked


    extremely expensive.


    "There''s no reason to be so noble," she told herself. Besides, she was as insignificant as an ant


    compared to a man like Cary.


    Taking the bank card, Yvonne fled the hotel as quickly as she could. It was already noon, but she didn''t


    want to go back school right now. Staring at the bank card in her hand, she decided to spend all the


    money. Given that she had nowhere else to vent her anger, this seemed to be her only choice.


    Yvonne took a taxi to one of the best shopping malls in the city. She licked her lips, craving for one of


    the most expensive lunch she could ever dreamed of. Her stomach growled in response. After her


    meal, Yvonne handed the credit card to the attendant. Although she wasn''t using her own money, she


    couldn''t help butment over the prices of the dishes that she had ordered. The elegant woman beside


    her had called her servant to pay for the bill.


    She couldn''t help but look at how graceful the woman was right beside her. Was it always this way for


    people in the upper ss? Yvonne turned away, settling the bill as soon as possible. The attendant


    who was given the card thought that Yvonne didn''t have any money to eat such luxurious dishes from a


    western restaurant. However, after being handed over the card, it seemed he couldn''t look down on her


    anymore.


    He handed her the bill, which she signed with Cary''s name. It was his card, wasn''t it? When he saw the


    name on the bill, the waiter paused. Wasn''t Cary one of the youngest and most promising legends in


    the city? There couldn''t be any other, especially in such a high-end restaurant. He stared at her. What


    was her rtionship with Cary?


    The attendant carefully handed the bill back to the woman again. "Miss, it will be better if the bill''s


    signed under your name. What''s the rtionship between you and Mr. Cary?"


    The waiter was fond of gossiping. As frustrated as Yvonne was, she didn''t know whether she should let


    him know or not. She quickly wrote her own name instead of his. "It''s my fault."


    Once the woman next to her heard Cary''s name, she gave Yvonne an once-over. "Does Cary like these


    types of women now?" she murmured softly to herself.


    Having already eaten, Yvonne was less angry as she skipped across the shopping mall. There were


    millions of fabrics just waiting for her to explore, and a part of her was already screaming to buy them


    all. At this point, she''d be giving a taste of Cary''s own medicine.


    Yvonne asked the shop assistants to wrap up lots of clothes for her after she entered a shop. She


    didn''t leave the shopping mall till sunset. After returning to school, Yvonne went back to her dormitory.


    Ellie was the only one in the dorm when she arrived. Yvonne threw herrge bags on the ground when


    she saw her. "I''m exhausted, Ellie. Could you massage me please?" she cried out.


    Ellie couldn''t help but furrow her eyebrows. "You haven''te back the whole night. What happened?"


    She eyed the luxurious clothes Yvonne had brought with her. At the moment, Yvonne almost forgot


    about the events that had unfolded the night before. A part of her didn''t know what to say. Would she


    tell her that Cary had taken her virginity? No... She shook the thought away. Yvonne didn''t want her


    friend to worry about her.


    "I went to see Caryst night. He treated me to a meal and said that he wouldn''t cause any trouble to


    you," she said. "I was too drunkst night so I begged him to take me home and he agreed. All the


    clothes were sent back by him."


    Ellie furrowed her eyebrows in disbelief. She couldn''t believe that the man who''d been a viin the


    other day was a hero today. "I don''t know where Aaron get the news that you haven''te back for the


    whole night. Everyone at school''s talking about you, you know?"


    "Aaron? What did he say about me?" Yvonne snapped.


    "He said that you were a mistress of someone else. He broke up with you because you didn''t take him


    seriously," Ellie said.


    "I broke up with him! Didn''t he understand what happened that night?" Yvonne''s hands clenched into


    fists. She didn''t expect that her ex would be this heartless and shameless.


    However, she was so exhausted from shopping the entire afternoon, that she had no strength to argue


    with him. "I''ll get even tomorrow," she murmured. After chatting with Ellie, she was already drained from


    all the energy.


    The next day, Yvonne finally recovered. She wore the new clothes she bought yesterday and went to


    ss with Ellie. On the way to the ssroom, everyone''s eyes were on her as gossip filled the


    hallways. However, she didn''t mind them.


    As soon as she entered the ssroom, Yvonne''s clothes attracted the attention of her ssmates.


    Dressed in such expensive clothes, her tall and slim figure was further emphasized. Her milky skin was


    more pronounced. She looked like a goddess, but now with Aaron''s gossip running about, all she was


    known for was for being a slut.


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    Several men whistled once she sat down. Some even bluffed, "Isn''t this our social butterfly? She''s so


    hot. No wonder, she gets a rich man as her victim. From the looks of it, she''s nning on dropping out


    of school to be a full time mistress." The entire ssroomughed, acting as a knife that pierced


    through her heart.


    She scowled. "I didn''t do anything wrong," she snapped, ring at the arrogant man in front of her. Yet,


    he didn''t back down. "Is this what your man got you?" He sneered. "Can I have a night then? Don''t


    worry. I can afford it." He looked at hercently, encouraged by the jeers of his ssmates.


    Yvonne''s eyes turned red as she scoffed. "You can''t afford it. In fact, you''re just a shrewd man who''s


    beneath me. Forget it! You can''t even afford to touch my fingers." Her eyes glinted with hatred.


    The man shut his mouth, knowing that he was already utterly humiliated. He walked away resentfully.


    Hoping that everything would return back to normal, Yvonne tried her best to calm herself. These were


    just rumors. She had done absolutely nothing wrong, so she''d just ignore them. They wouldn''t knock


    her down that easily. However, as she gazed at her ssmates, and even including Ellie, she knew that


    they didn''t believe her.


    Life was always unexpected. There would always be people trying to pull you down. Life was a race,


    and everybody wanted to win the first ce, even if it meant dragging people under the bus.


    As Yvonne was preparing for gym ss, she received a notice asking her to go to the Department


    Office.


    At first, Yvonne thought that the teacher wanted to discuss with her about the grants. However, the


    furious look on her teacher''s face told her otherwise. On her desk was an envelope and an open letter.


    The teacher knew about Yvonne''s family situation. For several years, the student had been dependent


    on the school''s grants and schrships, so when she received the letter of usation of Yvonne


    selling her body for money, she thought it was just a cruel joke. Until she saw Yvonne walk into the


    office. Usually, Yvonne would be wearing in clothes, and now, she was decked with expensive


    fabrics. All the spections seemed to point to that the usation was a very fact. In a fit of anger, the


    teacher threw the letter. "Shame on you, child! Why is there a student such as you in our school? Look


    at the letter!" she shouted, pointing at the form. "You''re so young yet you''ve done something so


    shameless!"