The Girl They Called Trash Turned Out to Be a Heiress
Chapter 6
She had only done that shameless thing out of a moment of confusion—at least, that’s what she claimed. She swore she’d never do it again.
To prove her sincerity, she said she’d strip and take photos of herself.
Before I could even respond, she began removing her clothes one by one.
Disgusted, I told her to get out.
The scandal she caused didn’t gain much traction. Those in power knew who I was, and none of them dared to spread the photo any further. I didn’t take it seriously.
What I didn’t expect was that after I let her off, she turned around and stabbed me in the back. Instead of gratitude, she twisted the story and pinned everything on me.
“Disgusting!” I spat a mouthful of bloody foam at her smug face.
“You dare spit on me?”
Inez reeled in shock for a second, then her expression contorted into pure rage. Like a lunatic, she kicked my already wounded face with all her strength.
Pain exploded in my skull—I nearly passed out.
“Didn’t all of you use to drool over this little vixen?” she shouted hysterically. “Now’s your chance. Do whatever you want with her!”
Her voice rose with madness.
“I’ll pay $15,000 to anyone who dares touch her!”
One hundred thousand.
That number made several heads snap up.
One of our classmates—a greasy, sleazy guy—began walking toward me with a sick look in his eyes. Others followed, emboldened by the promise of money.
Soon, I was surrounded by a pack of men.
I had no strength left. Escape felt impossible.
The sleazy one reached out, his hands filthy and shaking with anticipation.
I shut my eyes, my body trembling in despair.
And then—BANG!
The door to the room slammed open.
“What are you doing?!”
The men around me jumped back like startled animals. I opened my eyes, heart pounding—and saw a familiar face.
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