"You're such a saint," I said with a sarcastic smile before pulling Xavier away.

Before we could go far, Rosie caught my wrist. Disgusted, I yanked my hand away, which caused her to stumble and hit her head against the wall.

The impact made a loud thud, and blood started trickling down. Rosie clutched her head, looking at me with tear-filled eyes.

"Stella..." she whimpered, playing the victim perfectly.

As expected, the Cantrell brothers rushed to her side immediately, and even my injured father scrambled to get up. Shawn helped her to her feet while cursing at me.

"Don't blame Stella, Shawn. It's my fault, I lost my balance..." Rosie choked out between sobs. "She's the real Cantrell daughter, and I'm just taking her place. She has every right to hate me."

Shawn's glare was burning with hatred as he shouted, "I don't care about blood relations! Rosie, you're my real sister!

"Some people think blood ties give them the right to do anything. She's stupid and evil—it's disgusting! I'll never accept her as my family!"

A chill ran through my body. Before I could respond, Xavier lost his patience and landed a solid punch on Shawn's face. The blow sent Shawn staggering back several steps, dragging Rosie with him.

"What's your problem, Xavier!" Shawn roared.

Xavier responded by taking my hand, his warm touch melting some of the cold in my heart.

I smiled coldly at Shawn. "I'll never forgive you either—any of you."

How desperate must I have been to end my life in the novel? Ignoring the shocked looks from Seth and my father, I left with Xavier.

I did not go back to the Cantrell residence as it was suffocating, and I did not follow Xavier back to face the Kingston family either. Instead, I got a hotel room for the night.

As night fell, I stood by the window as night fell, watching the city lights twinkle below, and suddenly laughed.

I still had a bright future ahead of me, and I would not waste it on them. Since fate had given me a warning, Xavier and I would focus on our studies and reclaim the college dreams we were meant to have.

The next day, I went to school for registration. The homeroom teacher seemed pleased with my records and cheerfully led me to the classroom.

"Everyone, please welcome our new student, Stella Cantrell," the teacher announced, followed by scattered applause.

When asked to choose a seat, Rosie immediately stood up. She cheerfully called out, "Stella, come sit with me!"

I ignored her and walked straight to Xavier's desk. Rosie's face fell, and her eyes welled up with tears. The bandage on her head only made her look more pitiful.

Shawn scoffed and pulled her back down. "She's not worth your kindness! Have you forgotten how she hurt you? You're too nice, Rosie."

He shot me a warning glare, which I returned with an eye roll. "Psycho," I muttered under my breath.

Shawn, sitting close enough to hear, turned red with anger. He shouted, "Stella!"

"Shawn, Stella didn't mean it," Rosie pleaded, holding him back.

I ignored them both and worked on my assignments with Xavier.

However, the peace did not last long. After school, I found myself cornered in an alley by a group of thugs.

Their leader, a guy with bleached hair, had a cigarette dangling from his lips while his mates snickered behind him.

I took a deep breath, recognizing him as Rosie's brother from her birth family. He had always been overprotective of her. In my dream, he had also attacked me, but not this early.

The plot was clearly accelerating.

He narrowed his eyes menacingly. "I never hit girls, but anyone who messes with Rosie crosses a line they shouldn't."

He turned to his gang and barked, "Get her!"

At his command, several thugs rushed at me. I panicked and turned to run, but I crashed into someone after just a few steps.

Looking up, I found myself in Xavier's arms. He pushed me away quickly and said firmly, "Stella, run!"

The alley was not far from school, so I sprinted to get campus security.

When I returned, Xavier was being beaten by the group. My heart clenched painfully at the sight, and my whole body shook with fear. The thugs scattered when they saw the security guards approaching.

Tears blurred my vision as I helped Xavier to his feet and shakily called the police.

"I'm fine," he insisted, shaking his head despite the bruise on his lip and cold sweat on his forehead. "As long as you're safe."

I bit my lips, my guilt and concern for him growing stronger. Fortunately, Xavier only suffered minor injuries, and the police quickly arrested the thugs that evening.

The next day while working on practice tests, our class president approached my desk. "Stella, the homeroom teacher wants to see you in the office."

When I arrived at the office, instead of the teacher, I found the three Cantrell siblings waiting. Seth maintained his cold demeanor while Shawn looked at me contemptuously, but Rosie's eyes were red and swollen.

Rosie ran to me, crying, "Stella, please let Owen go! His life will be ruined if he goes to jail! I'll do anything! I'll even get on my knees!"

Before I could react, she dropped to her knees. I was caught off guard by her action and froze for a moment.

Shawn quickly pulled her up and yelled at me, "Stella, how can you be so cruel? You weren't even hurt, so just drop the charges!"

I looked at Shawn's face and laughed bitterly. Then, I asked Seth, "Do you think the same?"

Seth hesitated before responding, "Owen didn't mean it. Let it go."

A chill ran through me as I realized I had still held onto a sliver of hope for my brothers. Before I was sent away, they had genuinely cared for me. In my dream, I had desperately clung to those memories of warmth from before I turned five, pathetically trying to salvage our family bonds.

Well, not anymore.

I scoffed. "Didn't mean it? Are you blind, Seth? The security cameras caught him specifically targeting me to get revenge for Rosie. If it weren't for Xavier, I might not be standing here right now."

I clenched my fists, fighting back tears. "Dropping the charges isn't an option."

After all, that was not my decision; it was up to the Kingston family. I turned and left, fighting back tears.

Just outside the door, I found Xavier waiting. He gently took my hand and comforted me, "They don't deserve your tears."

I nodded. Xavier was right; this would be the last time I cried over them.

...

For the next two weeks, I became a social outcast. Someone had spread the story about Rosie kneeling before me. Since she was popular, everyone assumed I was bullying her.

The isolation did not bother me, though. I did not need to mingle with people who misunderstood me.

Meanwhile, Shawn was dead set on making my life miserable. He kept trying to humiliate me, which encouraged his bootlickers to join in, leaving disgusting surprises like dead rats and cockroaches on my desk.

However, Xavier always handled it with ease, calmly dumping the pests into Shawn and Rosie's desks instead. The pale, horrified look on Rosie's face was almost comical.

That afternoon, Seth stopped me at the school gates. "Dad's out of the hospital. He sent me to bring you home."

Sure enough, my dad, Mike Cantrell, was sitting in the car.

I glanced at Rosie's pale face and smiled. "Sure, but here's the deal—either her or me. Pick one."