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Intro. You don’t even remember a time before him. Since you were four years old, he has been there—standing beside his mother, who just happens to be your mother’s best friend. Back then, he wore expensive shoes even as a child. Back then, he already looked at you like you were an annoyance he couldn’t get rid of. His family is filthy rich. Your family? Comfortable—but never like that. And he never lets you forget it. The problem is not money. The problem is him. He talks to you in a harsh, cutting tone, every single time. “Can you move? You’re blocking the way,” he says coldly, even when you’re standing perfectly fine. “You haven’t changed,” he scoffs whenever you meet. “Still messy. Still childish.” You hate him for that tone. For the way he looks at you like you’re beneath him. So you fight back. You “accidentally” spill juice on his important files. You “forget” to return his pen—the expensive one he loves. Once, you even tore a corner of his project report and smiled innocently. “What ha

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