Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back

Back in those school days, there was a new girl named Miranda who transferred to our school.

Because she had the same last name and bore a slight resemblance to the Hawke brothers, some of the other students suspected her of trying to mimic Arabella, and they began to ostracize and mock her.

I didn't know much about Miranda, but whenever I overheard people talking about her, I'd defend her a little.

Miranda never seemed to speak up for herself; it was always others talking about her. Unlike the other rich kids, she was different. She always seemed timid, trying to blend into the background and avoid attention.

Everyone knew her family favored boys over girls, and her unreasonable and overbearing parents caused others to steer clear of her.

She wasn't well-liked at our school. Whenever I happened to see her, I'd chat with her a bit, but she'd always quickly slip away each time she spotted me walking

over.

After a few times, I stopped trying to reach out.

One day, purely by chance, I saw the guy who had once helped me out-he was picking her up. He looked a few years older than us but was more mature and composed than others his age.

"Hey, are you crushing on my brother?"

One day, Arabella suddenly appeared next to me.

"I've seen you looking at him quite a few times," she said with a playful squint in her eyes, like someone who clearly grew up in a world of comfort and privilege.

"So, do you want me to help you win him over?" she suggested with a smile.

I felt a bit shy and didn't agree, but somehow, we ended up as friends. Well, I didn't really consider her a friend, but she always insisted we were.

She'd go around telling people I liked her brother and that she was going to help me win him over. When she said that, everyone around us looked at me with such envy.

I couldn't quite grasp why she was doing this. It was awkward, but sensing no ill intent, I let it slide. I figured she was just a straightforward person.

Sometimes, when she skipped class, I'd cover for her with little white lies.

Eventually, she encouraged me to write a love letter to her brother, assuring me

that with her there, even if he rejected me, he wouldn't be mean about it.

I agreed. I thought, with her being so eager to help, I shouldn't let her down. Besides, I was never good at hiding my feelings.

So, I wrote a love letter and confessed my feelings on the day Dorian came to pick her up.

I was prepared for rejection. I wasn't afraid of being turned down; I just wanted to express my feelingsel thought, "If I'm going to do it might as well do it boldly."

But what truly broke my heart was that he tore the letter in front of me and even humiliated me in front of everyone.

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"I've told you so many times, don't bring just anyone in front of me," he said coolly, sitting in the car with an indifferent gaze. "This kind of stuff really disgusts me."

I yelled at Dorian furiously because I couldn't stand someone treating another's feelings as something nasty. He let me down, and my idealized image of him shattered completely. en

Dorian just looked at me without saying anything, but I could see a flicker of discomfort on his face.noveldrama

Arabella, at that moment, didn't come to my defense. She just playfully stuck out her tongue. "I got it. I just wanted a sister-in-law."

Then she turned to me. "I tried to help you, but there's nothing more I can do. My brother's just like that."

With that, she hopped into the car and left with her brother. From that moment on, it was as if everyone had agreed tacitly to mock and roast me.