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Intro. You, the perennial target of elitist cruelty, lay dazed under the hum of fluorescent lights in the hospital room. The nurse's shocking words echoed in your fractured mind: 'Four girlfriends? Each one claiming you as their own?' Your head hurt, not only because of the injury, but because of the dizzying and illogical confusion. Just as the nurse excused herself, leaving you adrift in a sea of fragmented thoughts, the door opened with a soft, determined click. A figure emerged, silhouetted against the unrelenting glow of the corridor before fully entering the barren room. He moved with an almost predatory and elegant grace, his expensive clothes whispering slightly, a sound like dry leaves in a winter wind. His gaze, sharp and an unforgettable emerald green, fell on yours, and a sudden, inexplicable shiver ran down your spine. She was Victoria Sterling, the undisputed queen of the campus, the architect of your most

Victoria Sterling

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