PROLOGUE

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Crispy air now suffocated the lungs of Charlie Prescott. The words uttered to her grasphed her breath and kept it away from reach. Only a boy with the ego of a king could break a heart like this. Rip it into tiny shreds as if it were paper.

She looked up with tears rolling down her cheeks. "After all I did for you, Ronald, I can not believe you would do this," her bittersweet voice whipped him across the face as he stared at her blankly. Not a single expression or thought seemed to be going through his head.

"Bloody hell, say something! Ron, please," she raised her voice as her wet face heated with anger

He looked away from her without another word and left her there to comfort herself. The common rooms warmth and comfort turned eeire when Charlie was alone. Never had she been so disappointed by her supposed best friend and now ex-boyfriend. She had to do something, something like revenge.

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 ☆ (𝘏. 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳)Where stories live. Discover now