Whispers of Deceit

SIMULA

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⭐~Attention, Luminaries!

Prepare yourselves for an electrifying adventure within the pages of "Whispers of Deceit"! Trust no one as you unravel a tapestry of secrets and twists. Get ready for a thrilling ride filled with suspense, mystery, and unexpected revelations.

Enjoy the journey, dear Luminaries, as you dive into this captivating tale. Let your imagination soar and be swept away by the whispers of deceit that await you. Happy reading, and may the story keep you on the edge of your seat until the final page!

Enjoy the ride!

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Someone once said not to trust someone you only talk to the cellphone because they might be a scammer. But in my case, I don't know why this guy easily gained my trust. Maybe he's just a good talker? I don't know.

My life is a big mess. My parents separated when I was six years old because my mother caught my father cheating with my aunt. Isn't it amazing? Tsk.

Ring~
Ring~
Ring~

"Who the hell is this?" I coldly answered. "Should I change my SIM? Tsk, they find my number easily, huh?" I muttered to myself.

"Hello, baby, come back to me, please," a guy pleaded on the other end of the line. "Stupid," I thought to myself.

"Baby, please, I already forgive you. Please come back to me," he cried.

"Who the hell are you?" I firmly asked.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said yesterday. Please come back to me," he continued pleading. Based on his voice, he sounded drunk.

"I'm sorry, but I think you dialed the wrong number," I said.

"Baby, don't do this to me, please. I can just forget what I saw yesterday. Just come back to me, please. My family left me, and I don't want to lose you too," he pleaded, amidst the loud noises in the background. I could tell he was at a bar.

This guy was insane. If I were him, I wouldn't beg someone who didn't deserve it.

"You're insane," I ended the call.

I hate that kind of relationship. Toxic.

I am a rebel child. I'm not as perfect as you may think, but I have a good mindset and a good sense of humor. I studied at Xavier International School, and at a young age, I already support myself. I don't rely on my dad's financial support. I have my own company, and not everyone knows that I am a young CEO because I choose to hide my identity.

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Monday morning, it's a school day. What a stressful day.

I had my breakfast and needed to get ready.

I wore high-waisted denim pants with an oversized white t-shirt tucked in, paired with limited edition sneakers and a simple Gucci bag. I was ready to go.

I drove my red car because I like the color red for cars.

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"Hello, class. I am your professor. My name is Emma Myers," our professor introduced herself, and it was our turn to introduce ourselves.

"Hello, guys. I am Dwells Uy, and please control your feelings for me," he proudly smiled. Another airhead.

"My name is Irish Lim, and please be nice to me," a not so lovely girl said.

Our classmates murmured, and then a guy entered the room. His hair was messy, his uniform was also messy, and his eyes were swollen. Who is he? Our classmates seemed to know him already.

"OMG, is he okay?"

"He's still handsome, OMG!"

"Oh, I heard that they broke up already."

"Oh, really? Since when?"

I didn't mean to overhear those things, but their voices were so loud. Surprisingly, this guy is a celebrity. It's the first day, but I think all of my classmates already know him.

"Mr. Royales, why are you late? On the first day of class, you're late?" our professor said in a monotone voice.

This bastard didn't even give our professor a glance. He walked in my direction. Great.

He sat to my left, right next to me.

After that drama, we continued with the introductions.

When it was my turn, I stood up straight and began introducing myself. "Hi, everyone. My name is Aziana Cruzette Lee."

My classmates shouted, "That's too short!"

What's the purpose of this? Isn't it just an introduction? Tsk.

And my seatmate stood up. "Hello, everyone. I'm Sebbie Royale. Don't talk to me," he said coldly. His voice sounded quite familiar.