The revelation felt like an earthquake, completely destroying everything Trinity thought she knew. The woman she had been fantasizing about, the person she had planned to quietly eliminate just like she had tried to do with Elliana, turned out to be the daughter of the Sun Group’s powerful leader. Lilah was part of a world so far above her reach.
What was she supposed to do now? The question screamed through her thoughts with desperate urgency. How could she possibly move forward? Was her plan of ruining Lilah completely dead and buried? Even worse, would she have to crawl on her hands and knees, begging for Lilah’s forgiveness the next time they crossed paths?
Something inside Trinity finally snapped. She couldn’t wrap her mind around why life seemed determined to torture her at every turn. Nothing she wanted ever came to her easily, while the people she hated most seemed to effortlessly claim everything that should have belonged to her instead. First, it was Elliana, now Lilah. The same cruel pattern kept repeating itself over and over. Why did the universe seem to have it out for her specifically?
Nobody noticed when Trinity’s carefully maintained mask of politeness began to crack and crumble, revealing the twisted rage and madness lurking just beneath the surface. They were all too busy processing the shocking news, their excited conversations filling every corner of the space.
“I think we all completely misjudged Lilah from the beginning. She wasn’t pretending to be wealthy—she actually is!”
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“That’s exactly how you can tell when money is real. Truly rich families don’t feel the need to show off every chance they get. They stay modest and grounded—that’s the hallmark of genuine class.”
“Absolutely! I’ve always heard that people with real wealth live surprisingly simple lives. I mean, just look at how Lilah treats everyone equally, even being friends with someone like Frieda. That tells you everything about her character.”
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“You know what they say about people who constantly brag about their money and status. They’re…”
Usually trying to convince themselves as much as everyone else. When you actually have everything, you don’t need to prove anything to anybody.”
That final comment struck Trinity like a knife sliding between her ribs. Ever since she’d first set foot on the Ublento Medical University campus, her clique had spent countless hours loudly praising her supposed “noble background” and “enormous family fortune.” While Trinity was careful never to make these claims directly herself, she certainly never bothered to correct her clique either. Therefore, Trinity’s clique’s boasting was essentially her own, just delivered through other people’s voices. She used her clique as her personal megaphone, intimidating other students with a prestigious background that existed only in her imagination.
The strategy had worked beautifully on some students, who quickly learned to treat Trinity with the reverence and fear she craved.
Chloe was the perfect example of this success, always ready to act as Trinity’s vicious attack dog, eager to prove her devotion by tearing apart anyone who dared to cross Trinity’s path.
However, plenty of other students had seen through Trinity’s elaborate performance from the very beginning. The student who’d just made that cutting observation was clearly one of them, and now that they had the perfect opportunity to finally expose Trinity’s lies, they weren’t about to waste it. As those pointed words settled over the crowd, everyone seemed to wake up from some kind of spell. Just minutes earlier, they had been completely caught up in Trinity’s manufactured outrage, ready to join her crusade to drive Lilah away from the university forever. Looking back on their behavior now, they felt absolutely mortified by their own gullibility. Trinity had been lying to all of them from the very beginning, skillfully manipulating them like marionettes to carry out her personal vendettas.
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