Expelled and Unbound

Chapter One

As night fell, the cold moon hung high in the sky. The bright moonlight fell on the ancient castle on the edge of the city, casting a mysterious silver veil around it. Emily stood on the balcony, looking at the forest in the distance, and felt a chill rising from the bottom of her heart. Since moving to this castle, her life has become bizarre and mysterious.
The cold wind in October swept across her bare shoulders, bringing a shudder. Emily subconsciously wrapped her woolen shawl tightly around her, but she couldn't feel any warmth. This castle seems to be always cold, just like its mysterious owner Lucas Black, exuding an inaccessible atmosphere.
"Miss Emily," suddenly, a low voice sounded behind her, "You'll catch a cold if you're still outside so late."
She turned around and saw Lucas standing at the balcony door. The moonlight outlined his tall figure. He was wearing a dark silk shirt, and the collar vaguely revealed his strong chest. The amber eyes flickered strangely in the darkness, as if they could see through her soul.
"Mr. Black," Emily whispered, trying to hide the trembling in her voice, "I'm just admiring the moonlight."
Lucas took a step forward, but suddenly stopped. Emily noticed that his body stiffened instantly, and his nostrils fluttered slightly, as if he was sniffing something. His expression became solemn, and a glimmer of wildness flashed in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed.
"Please go in," his voice was hoarser than usual, "It's not safe here."
Just then, a cold night breeze swept across the balcony, bringing a faint smell of rust. Emily saw that Lucas's fingers were almost pinched into the stone railing, and his knuckles were white. She couldn't help but take a step back, her heartbeat accelerated.
"I thought this castle was the safest place," she whispered, "after all, you are here."
Lucas let out an almost inaudible growl, "Some danger, Miss Emily, is much closer than you think." His eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight, "especially on a full moon night."
Suddenly, a wolf howl came from the distant forest, shrill and long. Emily was surprised to find that Lucas' pupils shrank in an instant and turned into vertical pupils like a beast, but the fleeting change made her wonder if it was just an illusion caused by the moonlight.
Just then, a cold breath passed by her from behind, accompanied by a chuckle. Emily turned around and saw only a dark shadow flashing in the corner of the balcony. When she looked back again, Lucas had come to her side, with a hand gently on her shoulder.
"I'll take you back to your room," he said, with an unquestionable commanding tone in his voice. Emily noticed that his palms were surprisingly hot, in sharp contrast to the chill of the castle.
Walking in the dark corridor of the castle, Emily could feel Lucas' presence, he walked behind her like a silent guardian. Moonlight poured in through the Gothic stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
"Good night, Miss Emily," Lucas whispered in front of her door, "Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't leave the room tonight."
"Why?" Emily asked subconsciously.
Lucas was silent for a moment, his eyes looked deep and dangerous in the moonlight, "Because the moonlight tonight is too beautiful, it will always wake up something that shouldn't wake up."
When the door closed behind her, Emily leaned against the door, her heartbeat still alarmingly fast. She could hear Lucas's footsteps gradually fading away, but she seemed to hear the sound of wings flapping outside the window. She walked to the window and looked out through the glass.
In the moonlit courtyard, she saw a figure standing by the fountain. The man looked up at her window, and the moonlight illuminated his pale marble face - it was Draco, with a mysterious smile on his lips and a dangerous light in his eyes. When Emily blinked, his figure had disappeared, as if he had never appeared. Emily lay trembling on the bed, listening to the wolf howling outside the window. She knew that she had fallen into a world full of dangers, and this was just the beginning. On this moonlit night, her fate was closely linked to two mysterious and dangerous beings, and there was no turning back.

Chapter Two

In the dead of night, Emily lay in bed, the faces of Lucas and Draco appeared in her mind. She could not resist the deep attraction, but she also knew that she was caught in a dangerous vortex. She knew that the confrontation between the two men was a life-and-death hostility, and she was just a pawn in their war. A corner of her heart reminded her to escape, but the deeper desire pulled her to stay in this mysterious castle, looking forward to the unknown encounter.
Just as she was about to fall asleep, a slight knock on the window interrupted the silence. Emily opened her eyes, and the moonlight poured into the room through the curtains, making the corners of the room particularly dark. She sat up subconsciously, trembling slightly and walked to the window. When she opened the curtains, a figure was standing in front of her, cold and elegant.
It was Draco.
"Sorry, I scared you, Emily." His low voice was frivolous and indifferent, as if every word revealed his unfathomable darkness. His eyes were like two flames in the abyss, locking onto her with an irresistible force.
"How... are you here?" Emily's heartbeat quickened, and her hands unconsciously clenched a corner of the curtain. She knew she should be scared at this moment, but Draco's unique charm made it hard for her to resist.
Draco did not answer her question, but slowly approached, lowered his head and whispered in her ear: "You know why I'm here, Emily. You've never really been afraid of me, right?"
The moment he approached, she smelled the cold breath on him, as if it came from the night a thousand years ago. Her breathing gradually became rapid, but she did not retreat, but was locked by his eyes, as if her soul was also attracted to him.
"Draco... we can't do this." Her voice was weak, but she did not retreat at all, as if even she herself was struggling with contradictions.
"You don't belong here at all, Emily. Staying here will only put you in deeper danger." Draco gently lifted her chin, with a smile on the corner of his cold mouth, that smile was both gentle and dangerous, "But if you want to know the real darkness, then come. I will take you to see everything."
At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Lucas' figure appeared at the door like a shadow. His face was gloomy, and his eyes were burning with anger. It was his possessiveness and anger that he could not hide. He walked towards Draco step by step, his hands clenched, his muscles tensed, as if he was going to pounce on and tear the enemy in front of him in the next second.
"Draco, let her go." Lucas' voice was low and threatening, like an enraged beast. It was the first time Emily saw him so out of control, his eyes were like a ball of unextinguishable fire, revealing uncontrollable anger and possessiveness.
Draco smiled slightly, released Emily's chin, and looked at Lucas provocatively. "Don't you understand yet? She doesn't belong to you. The savagery of the wolf tribe is nothing but a bondage to her, and I can give her true freedom."
"The 'freedom' you mentioned will only make her fall into darkness. You don't understand what true protection is." Lucas sneered, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He slowly stepped forward, blocked Emily, and protected her behind him. That was his attitude as the wolf king, firm and unshakable.
Emily was sandwiched between the two, feeling her heartbeat speed up, as if breathing became difficult. These two completely different forces intertwined and collided in front of her, making it impossible for her to decide which side to choose.
Draco raised the corners of his mouth and slowly took a step back, his eyes still on Emily. "Emily, one day you will find that he can't satisfy the desire in your heart. And I am your true home."
As soon as the voice fell, Draco's figure disappeared into the night, as if he had never appeared.
Lucas looked at the empty room, his fists gradually loosened, but the anger and worry in his eyes remained. He turned around and looked at Emily softly, but his eyes still flashed with contradictions and forbearance.
"Are you okay?" He asked in a low voice, with a trace of undisguised concern in his voice.
Emily nodded, but her heart was in turmoil and it was difficult to calm down. She knew that she had fallen too deep. She could not let go of these two men easily, nor could she easily resist them. A complex emotion surged in her heart, which was a dangerous and fatal attraction.
"Lucas, I..." She wanted to say something, but lost her words when she met his eyes.
"Don't get close to him." Lucas' voice was low, with a hint of pleading and warning, "I know you feel confused, but Draco is not what you think. He will only drag you into the darkness, and I won't let him hurt you."
Emily just looked at him silently, and a touch of uncertainty gradually rose in her heart. She knew that this was not just a war, but a contest of feelings and desires. In this dangerous triangle relationship, she has gone too far and can never turn back.

Chapter Three

Emily stayed awake all night. The wind outside the window blew through the woods, making a low moan, as if the whole castle was whispering in her ear. She curled up in bed, recalling Draco's cold smile and Lucas's deep eyes. Two completely different attractions stirred in her heart, making her lost on the edge of danger and desire.
When the sky was slightly bright, she made a decision. She had to figure out what she wanted, the wildness and protection of the wolf tribe, or the mystery and temptation of the vampire. She got up and walked out of the room, walked through the deserted corridor, and came to the door of Lucas's study.
The door of the study was slightly open, and a whisper came from inside. Emily stood outside the door and pricked up her ears to listen.
"She is innocent, Lucas." A low and gentle female voice came from Lucas's sister, Leila. Emily had heard rumors about her. Leila was the wisest prophet in the wolf tribe and could always see fragments of the future.
"I know, Leila." Lucas' voice was hoarse, as if he had struggled all night, "but I can't control myself, I can't suppress my desire for her. I'm afraid that if she stays with me, she will only be swallowed by my darkness."
Emily's heart trembled, and she raised her hand to push open the door.
"Lucas." Her voice was abrupt and firm in the silent room.
The two turned around and saw her standing at the door with a hint of determination in her eyes. She walked slowly towards Lucas, looked up at him, with a hint of determination and inquiry in her eyes.
"I know you protect me, but I'm not a fragile child." Her voice was calm and firm, "I need to know the truth. Why are you always so hesitant? And why is Draco so persistent in approaching me?"
Lucas' expression froze for a moment, his eyes wandering on her face, as if he was weighing whether to tell her everything. Finally, he took a deep breath, as if he had made up his mind.
"Emily, the fate of our werewolves is usually determined at birth. The wolf tribe has a unique ability to perceive its partner. When we find that person, we will feel an attraction that cannot be ignored... and you are my destined partner." Lucas spoke in a low voice, with pain and desire flashing in his eyes.
Emily's heartbeat accelerated, and thousands of emotions surged in her mind, both shocked and confused. She never thought that she would become his destined partner, and his possessiveness and protectiveness of her turned out to come from this ancient bond.
She asked softly: "What about Draco? Why is he so obsessed with me?"
Lucas's eyes became more gloomy, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Draco's tribe never believed in fate. They prefer to dominate their own future. And he believes that as long as he possesses you, he can destroy me and the traditional beliefs of the wolf tribe. So, he is not sincere to you, but to weaken my power."
Emily's heart suddenly tightened, and a hint of anger and loss surged in her eyes. However, she also felt a little unwilling, as if she was just a tool in this struggle, being fought over and torn by the two, and she had no right to control herself.
"So, Lucas, are you sincere? Is it just fate for me?" There was a hint of disappointment in her voice, and her eyes became cold.
Lucas was stunned, as if he was hurt by her question. He was silent for a moment before speaking: "Emily, I can't deny the existence of fate, but I can't ignore my feelings for you." He gently held her hand, his eyes full of affection and desire, "Whether it is fate or something else, I am willing to give up everything for you."
Just then, a slight sound came from outside the window. Emily turned back suddenly and saw a pair of dark red eyes flashing outside the window, like a flame in the dark, and the familiar cold breath startled her heart.
It was Draco.
He stood outside the window, sneering at them, as if everything was under his control. He knocked on the window lightly, his voice cold and full of provocation: "I don't think it's possible to talk about 'betraying' everything here, Lucas. You can't protect her because she will eventually come to me."
Lucas' eyes immediately became cold and dangerous. He stood in front of Emily, glared at Draco outside the window, and growled in a low voice: "Stay away from her, Draco. You can't force her to choose darkness."
Draco smiled slightly, his eyes full of evil confidence. He raised his eyebrows at Emily, as if everything was under his control. "Dear Emily, you will find that the bright world cannot satisfy your desire. And darkness - is your destination." After he finished speaking, his figure instantly disappeared into the night.
The room returned to silence, but the air was filled with tension and uneasiness. Emily looked at the empty darkness outside the window, feeling both fear and desire in her heart. She could no longer deny Draco's attraction to her, and the danger and mystery made her heart beat faster.
Lucas noticed her hesitation, and a trace of pain and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He gently held her hand and whispered, "Emily, don't get close to him. His darkness will devour you and make you lost in the endless night."
She didn't respond, but just looked at him silently, her heart full of complicated emotions. She knew that she could no longer simply withdraw from the two of them. Her fate had been drawn into an uncontrollable vortex, and the only thing she could do was to follow her heart and touch the unknown darkness.

Chapter Four

As autumn deepened, the forest surrounding the castle donned a cloak of gold and crimson. Yet Emily felt none of the season's warmth. Since that night's revelation, her mind had been in constant turmoil, with Lucas's truth and Draco's temptation intertwining like two serpents in her thoughts, leaving her breathless.
That evening, Emily found herself alone in the castle's library, searching through ancient tomes for any mention of werewolves and vampires. As she focused on a yellowed manuscript, the air suddenly turned cold. Looking up, she found Draco standing across from her, his appearance as silent as shadow.
"Seeking truth, my dear Emily?" Draco leaned elegantly against the bookshelf, wearing a deep purple silk shirt that made his skin appear even paler. "But you know, written accounts are often one-sided."
Emily instinctively stepped back. "Why do you always appear like this? It's unsettling."
Draco chuckled softly, moving toward her with fluid grace. "Because I enjoy seeing you startled. It makes you even more enticing." His fingers traced her cheek, the cold touch making her shiver. "Lucas told you I'm merely using you, but did he mention that his fate is actually a chain binding him?"
Emily froze. "What do you mean?"
"The werewolves' so-called destined mates are nothing but constraints in their bloodline," Draco's voice carried a hypnotic power. "They're forced to love someone, forced to protect them. Isn't that tragic? While I..." his gaze deepened, "I choose you because I'm truly drawn to you."
A low growl suddenly echoed from the doorway. Lucas stood there, his eyes now golden, filled with rage. "Step away from her, Draco!" His voice carried an unmistakable threat.
Instead of retreating, Draco pulled Emily closer. "Why so angry, Lucas? Is it because I spoke the truth, or because you fear she might choose me?"
The tension in the air grew thick enough to cut. Emily could feel the energy between the two men threatening to tear the room apart. Lucas's body trembled as he fought to control the beast within.
"Enough!" Emily suddenly shouted, "What am I to both of you? Some trophy to be won?" Her voice carried both anger and hurt.
Both men froze. Pain flashed across Lucas's eyes, while Draco's expression turned contemplative.
Emily pushed away from Draco and walked toward the door, but paused beside Lucas. "You say I'm your destiny, but have you considered my feelings?" Her voice was soft but accusatory. "And you, Draco, if you truly cared for me, you wouldn't use me as a weapon against him."
She hurried from the library, and only when she reached the corridor did her tears finally fall. She didn't know whom to trust - Lucas, chosen by fate, or Draco, who chose her himself? More importantly, she began to question whether she truly understood her own heart.
As night fell, Emily stood on her balcony. Wolves howled in the distant forest, while somewhere in the castle, she thought she heard the flutter of bat wings. Everything reminded her that she stood at the crossroads between two worlds, and she had to make a choice.
Then she noticed items on the balcony railing: a rose as black as night with a blood-red sheen - Draco's mark. Beside it lay a wolf fang necklace, a werewolf protection charm, obviously left by Lucas.
Emily gently touched both items, her internal conflict growing stronger. She knew that choosing either would alter her destiny forever. But more importantly, she needed to understand what her heart truly desired.
As moonlight bathed the castle grounds, Emily realized that her decision wouldn't just be about choosing between two men - it was about choosing what kind of life she wanted, and more importantly, who she wanted to become.

Chapter Five

The following days in the castle were filled with an unbearable tension. Emily found herself constantly caught between shadows and silence, between warmth and cold. Every corner seemed to hold either Lucas's protective presence or Draco's seductive whispers. The weight of their attention was becoming increasingly suffocating.
One particularly cold morning, Emily discovered a mysterious leather-bound book in the library's restricted section. Its pages contained ancient prophecies about the eternal conflict between werewolves and vampires. As she read, her hands trembling, she found something that made her blood run cold.
'When the moon bleeds red and the night grows teeth, a choice will be made that breaks the ancient cycle. A mortal's heart shall tip the balance, bringing either eternal darkness or salvation to both races.'
"Interesting reading material," Leila's voice suddenly came from behind. Lucas's sister moved like a ghost, her silver eyes holding centuries of wisdom. "I've been waiting for you to find this."
Emily closed the book carefully. "Is this... about me?"
Leila's expression remained enigmatic. "The prophecy speaks of a mortal who stands between our worlds. But prophecies, dear Emily, are like rivers - they show the destination, but the path taken is always your choice."
"What happens if I choose wrong?" Emily's voice wavered.
"There is no wrong choice, only consequences," Leila replied, her voice gentle but firm. "But I must warn you - the blood moon approaches, and with it, a moment of truth that will change everything."
Before Emily could ask more questions, a commotion erupted from the castle grounds. They rushed to the window to see Lucas and Draco facing each other in the courtyard, their postures tense with barely contained violence.
"You've crossed the line, Draco," Lucas's voice carried up to them, filled with fury. "You dare to mark our territory?"
Draco's laugh was cold and mocking. "Territory? This stopped being about territory the moment she arrived. Or are you afraid she's already choosing me?"
Emily watched in horror as Lucas's form began to shift, his muscles rippling beneath his clothes. The morning sun caught his golden eyes, now burning with primal rage. Draco's own transformation was more subtle - his pale skin taking on an otherworldly sheen, his movements becoming impossibly fluid.
"Stop!" Emily's voice rang out across the courtyard. Both men froze, their attention snapping to her window. "This has to end!"
She turned to rush downstairs, but Leila caught her arm. "Be careful, Emily. The blood moon is three days away. Under its light, both races lose control of their darker natures. And you..." she paused meaningfully, "you will be at your most vulnerable."
When Emily reached the courtyard, the tension was thick enough to choke on. Lucas immediately moved to her side, his protective instinct evident in every motion. But it was Draco who spoke first.
"My apologies for the disturbance, dear Emily," his voice was silk over steel. "But perhaps it's time you understood the full scope of what you're involved in." He pulled an ancient medallion from his coat. "This belongs to your grandmother. She wasn't just any woman - she was a guardian, keeper of the balance between our races."
Emily's world tilted. "My grandmother? But she died when I was young..."
"She was murdered," Lucas cut in, his voice heavy with old pain. "By those who wanted to destroy the peace between our kinds. And now, as her descendant, you inherit her role - and her enemies."
The revelation hit Emily like a physical blow. Suddenly, everything made more sense - the mysterious circumstances that led her to the castle, both men's intense interest in her, the prophecy. She wasn't just caught between two supernatural beings; she was part of an ancient legacy.
"The blood moon comes," Draco said softly, his eyes locked on Emily. "And with it, powers long dormant will awaken. You'll need to choose not just between us, Emily, but between two paths for both our races."
As if in response to his words, clouds gathered overhead, casting strange shadows across the courtyard. Emily felt something stir within her, something old and powerful, like a sleeping giant finally beginning to wake.
Lucas moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the chill air. "Whatever you choose, Emily, know that my protection isn't just about fate or duty anymore. It's about-"
But before he could finish, a piercing scream cut through the air. All three turned to see Leila collapsed at the castle entrance, her silver eyes wide with terror as she pointed at the sky.
"It's coming," she gasped. "The blood moon... it's coming early. And with it, they're returning - the ones who killed your grandmother. They're coming for Emily."
In that moment, as Emily looked between Lucas and Draco, she realized that her choice might not be about love at all - it might be about survival.

In the Principal Page's office on the first floor of the administrative building, Principal Page, who was over fifty years old, slightly bald on top of his head, and seriously fat, was sitting on a mahogany chair with a serious face. Beside him, the tall and thin director of education, who was around forty years old, stood respectfully on his right side, exchanging something with him from time to time in a low voice.

Emily Hart endured the burning pain in her arm, hanging her head, waiting for the final judgment from these two men. From her extensive experience of being expelled in the past, she knew that this time she was going to be swept off her feet again, even though she had only been at Saint Mary's Middle School for just over a week.

"Emily, based on the fact that your beating incident is really bad and has affected our school's reputation for a hundred years, the Head Teacher and I have discussed it for a long time and decided to expel you. After I finish your withdrawal procedure this afternoon, you can go home." Principal Page looked at her coldly, as if he wanted to drive her out of this seemingly sacred campus.

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Hmph, this old man is really nonsense, direct expulsion is not good? And also put her on such a big charge, obviously that bitch always looking for her trouble, I out of self-defense will do it, how to be described as a mistake? Why should she be the only one punished in the end? This made Emily's heart indignant. She knew that the bitch was the daughter of the director of the school, and Principal Page obviously did not dare to do anything to her daughter, but only focused on Emily, a child from an ordinary family.

If she pushed her any harder, she could burn the school to the ground, and to hell with its 100-year reputation!

"Bare." Emily pulled a small cut on her arm in her excitement, grimacing in pain, and the students passing by cast concerned glances, probably because they thought she looked like a patient in a mental hospital.

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"It's a pity it's not you, stay with me until the end ......" her cell phone rang, the number was a familiar one, she immediately pressed the call button, just put the phone to her ear, the voice on the other end came like a flood, startled her for a moment.

"Emily, I heard you got kicked out of your new school again, is that true? Is it true?" Rachel Young's voice held a hint of excitement, like she wanted Emily to be expelled.

"I just got out of school, and you're adding fuel to the fire, don't you think it's a big enough fire?" Emily said, pretending to be angry, not realizing that right after she left school, her friend Rachel found out about her expulsion, and that news traveled fast.

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"Okay, I'll go home, pack up, and report to your school in a few days." Emily was quick to respond to the offer.

"Aw, Emily, you're so great, I love you so much, come on, give me a kiss." Rachel asked mischievously for a kiss, but Emily refused, and the two of them flirted for a while.

"Rachel, lend me some bodyguards." Emily had a sudden thought, and she was determined to show that Principal Page that he wasn't so high and mighty.

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"Don't worry, I'll take care of it, just you wait." Rachel patted her chest and promised, "At three o'clock in the afternoon, I will bring someone to you at the Coffee Shop near your house."

The sky suddenly drizzled, and the whole of N City was instantly shrouded in a layer of fog, fuzzy and mysterious.

With a swoosh, a figure like black lightning hurriedly ran through the green stone paved alley, splashing water, the lousy figure quickly disappeared from sight.

Emily Hart from behind the hidden wall out, the corner of the mouth hooked up a wry smile, seems to be planning something. She picked up her cell phone and dialed the number of the people waiting ahead, instructing them to get ready and make sure everything was perfect.

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"Who the hell are we? Let him go, it's against the law for us to kidnap him like this!" Principal Page recovered from the shock, forcefully warned, trying to shake the confidence of the kidnappers, looking for a chance to escape, but he underestimated the strength of the other side.

However, he underestimated his opponent's strength. Before he could say anything, he was punched several times in the stomach.

"Uhh!" Principal Page grunted in pain, trying to curl up and cover his stomach, but his legs were tied up and he couldn't move, only trembling from the pain.

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Although Principal Page is the principal of a public high school, his family is not rich, not worth the special attention of the kidnappers, not to mention that he is ready to retire in a few years, everything should be safe and sound, but who would have thought that tomorrow such a thing would happen, as if there is an invisible enemy waiting to capture him.

This speculation made him even more nervous. This alley was remote enough that even if he died here tomorrow, it would probably be morning before anyone found his body.

"Please let him go, he's got a wife and kids, his whole family counts on his meager paycheck, if we kill him tomorrow, what about his family?" Principal Page's forehead began to ooze cold sweat, under the paper bag his face twisted in pain, completely lost his usual majesty, using tears and snot to plead with the kidnappers.

"BTigj XbrbotVhCerls, pTleasbeÉ lUet him g$o, xh_e'lOlp giqveN iunsO aHllV IhisP XdXe^cCa$dkesy Sof slavhi,ngfs."* iAlthoduSghw Pri*ncciapaéln QPage was nyovt LaB góreceqdyl mpÉeMrHs)oOn, hge vunjdVe(rstToBod( thaYt _n_o smo'nwey couldm rberpSlancVeU a wljizfeD,L JandQ even smoreu rmonedy Sw)aWsÉ *meqanminmg&lJessh wi$nt hisA eynegsO.D

"You talk a lot." One of the men in black interrupted, punching him hard in the stomach. principal Page stumbled and fell, and would have fallen to the ground if he hadn't been grabbed.

"Aah!" His screams were as shrill as a pig's, and several of the men in black divided the work between them, two controlling his body so he couldn't fight back, and the other two taking turns to teach him a lesson, with a man at the door to keep watch in case of accidents.

Principal Page's screams failed to attract anyone, instead he was subjected to more violent attacks, fists rained down on him until all he could do was gasp for breath, no longer able to cry out.

TJhe_ cleadeVrp of uthGe blacBk-clnoCthed )men Vs'igrnaled nwsi*th qh.i,sv eyes rfosrG Gthe ccrDowd to sQtop FtUhQe beYaDtainIgsr,G for ifD Yt.he!y nconTtiYnUuepdR, XPriAnci$ppaCl PPTage Tmwig!ht vlosTe (his* ulif*e_.

After throwing a few more punches at Principal Page, the men in black quickly disappeared into the alley as they had come, leaving him lying on the ground, embarrassed and moaning in pain.

Emily Hart, who was hiding in the shadows, took it all in, and was filled with the thrill of vengeance. She bought a black card from a small newsstand and dialed a nearby hospital, and only after ten minutes, when the paramedics arrived to carry Principal Page to the ambulance, did she leave the scene, and this revenge incident is also considered to be at an end.

Shortly after her departure, however, a blue Porsche made a sharp U-turn in the alleyway, followed closely behind, and passed her by.

“Mom, congratulate me! I've been expelled from school again!” Emily Hart flopped onto the soft couch, peering toward the half-open kitchen door, ready to hear her mom’s explosive lecture.

She buried her head in the cushions, nervously anticipating the storm of reprimands. But after half a minute, the kitchen remained eerily silent.

Just when she thought her mom had gone shopping and wouldn’t be back anytime soon, she heard movement coming from the direction of the bedroom.

“*EmU,X Il’pm spajcékianag your clkovthueIsU Tfvo'rS yoau..T Onjcew ylouf’hr!e at HtAhHe, Xnehw swcÉhooGló, yUohu cuan’tó Obme as UlwaDzyD as yKo,us aZrel RaGtq lhjome.J IJ won'tB bbeU theFreK *to^ t.akeN qcareó Nof ycou, sod ytouV n_eeYd *to _lneaXrn Vto loyok afdtetrQ you!rOself,”t heri mo(m .saui&d, 'dTraRgFgiixng Za JpiRnrkG suGitBcDasJe zdsowlnk téhe stéaBi,rés $aOndL sOimt^tinRg TbexsidTeh ELmily.v

The expected uproar didn’t happen, leaving Emily in a state of confusion. She had braced herself for this moment, fearing a repeat of her past homecomings. Who knew it would be so calm? It was almost too much for her to accept her mom's sudden display of affection.

Wait, something felt off. When did her mom start behaving so understanding? In the past, after each of her ten expulsions, she’d be lectured for hours. Why was this time different? Had her mom finally realized that those schools were just a waste of time?

Watching her mother’s radiant smile, a sense of unease gnawed at Emily. She sensed there was more to this upbeat mood than met the eye.

“MAom,I In jtuhs(t! gotS e^xpellIed. IWhyK d,o wyo'us see$mR Ksbo haphpy waboutI itf?” E.mgiBlyK aJszkAehdf,n conGcernt inQ hetrV gvoiceW.

“Did I? Oh, I didn't mean to,” her mom replied with a forced laugh, quickly clearing her throat, wondering if her enthusiasm had given her away. She tried to suppress her uneasy smile.

“Emily, your dad and I are heading to Africa for our honeymoon. Our flight is this afternoon, and we need to leave soon.”

What? A honeymoon? They had been married for over a decade, and here they were still jumping at every opportunity to take off on one. They went on honeymoon trips several times a year. Was she starting to doubt if she was adopted from a dumpster?

“rWve’vve xal_reaudQy setm eveZrzythi_ng Ju$pG for yDoVu' at tjhsew nÉewu óschoÉoWlr—trhóe$ Slbiving Pa_rra_nwgJekmeynMtfsh toxoz._ .He$re^’isN WthIe Oaddresss; tybou sphOoqulud béec abNleU to find iat bwPit_hr ythOis.” AHker BmoQmJ tkoreK paV pagek froQmó ThxerR $notebook anTdj plAacSePdS nit bLekffotrcei EWmiflLyZ,A QalsSo zpVulldi*nigN oCuNt cac baTnmkC (cNarpd^.n

“This card has a few hundred thousand in it. The password is your birthday. Your dad and I won’t be back for a while, so you need to take care of yourself and try not to miss us too much.”

Uh, could she refuse? No, she couldn’t. Not only had she to accept her mom’s arrangements, but she also had to remain compliant. Luckily, the new school was the same one that Rachel attended, so her mom had already handled all the details, saving Emily a lot of effort.

“Mom, can I stay with Rachel? She lives alone, and I could use the company,” Emily asked, tugging at her mom's arm, hoping to persuade her. Being alone in a new place seemed too lonely.

“$AbYsoTlGutUely cnHot.x” vWithBouCt QhFejsvitmationC, heSr Om.omw JsKhota óhfer qdownH.l IPe^rhPavpsT LraeaólAiFzinOgf hebr answheQrÉ cwWaós (taoop AabrupvtC, nsh(eu qqu,i*crkly ,conjmuredi guMpr Ga cxonXvCincmiXn&gr qeWx^cKuOsÉed. &“XI jbuWsótB NdHon’t waantN you, .to Rfee*l ouDt ofp GplaWcel at itdhkeU unOewO as'chVovoVlZ. rPllutsc,P iPfw RacheBl éstatrts d(a*tLing,F i^tw kwould byex lawkwwaFr(dj kfiorh yHou,S xriFghctK?C D_onB'tu hwPoHrraya, GId wokuldqn’$tT cwant &t$o póu)t mnya ibsaQby girl Fin wa b.ad FstiKtualtioYn.”ó

Where was all this concern during her previous expulsions? So, it turned out her mom was just worried about her honeymoon plans being affected—what if she ended up staying with a creepy old man? After all, she was just a delicate girl. This wasn't a situation where she could handle herself like a tough warrior.

“Emily, do you remember your old friend, Jacob from Aunt Michelle's house? The one you used to follow around when you were little? His family is back in town, and he happens to be going to the same middle school as you,” her mom said, trying to gauge Emily’s reaction. When she didn’t see any major objections from her, she couldn’t help but feel an internal sense of victory, though she controlled her expression to keep a straight face.

“Mom, I…”

“Oh dealry,f txheM cTaUrc i)s RhereA! I vhFaRvxeR atMo l!e!av_ez.x TRge!mdejmDb&ePrt to tmaykpew rcbariec Vof youRrBsae^l!f, aqndW *if aCnPytLhNi!n)gZ !com!els PuFpX,A $ca!lrl me,w ZowkRay? )I’qlMl Bmxissc SyPoux.”

If she missed her, why couldn’t they just cancel the honeymoon? Well, that was a thought Emily kept to herself. She wouldn’t dare speak it out loud lest it ruin this moment of farewell.

“Em, I’m leaving. Make sure to report to school on time!” Her mom couldn't wait to hop into the car, waving as she climbed in.

Emily waved back to signal she understood and watched as the car pulled away, disappearing from her view.

Firnaflplpyq, Nshkew (had! MsYuc.cemssfuuOll^y sbentÉ oXfNfY the ghaou.sQehold’bs cheavyhweighxt. QEmri'lVy gGaéve hpersPeVlDfB ga trViu&mdphTanHtX sKig,n,n seMa'g^ezrs !t$o Usmpórint Gba_cukÉ twoJ hMerb vrIooImN.

With her mom gone, she was the queen of the jungle now. Ah, finally, she could enjoy her freedom.

Mom, safe travels on your honeymoon! Hopefully, you will come back with a little brother or sister! With a baby around, you’d surely stop nagging me about being the future flower of the nation.

"Ding, ding, ding." The familiar ringing of the alarm in her ears interrupted Emily Hart's dreams. In a daze, she peeked out from under the covers, yawned, rubbed her eyes with her sleepy legs, and reached for the alarm clock on the nightstand.

"Oh my God, it's already after eight o'clock!" Emily immediately woke up, jumping out of bed like a fish out of water, and running towards the bathroom on light feet. She quickly washed up, and felt refreshed and rejuvenated, completely rid of the exhaustion from last night's all-night fight.

Ever since her heartless parents ran off to Africa for their honeymoon, she had stayed at home for three whole days. She had been living an upside down life of eating, sleeping and eating, as if she had spent a Confinement Month.Wan Er kept calling her to urge her to report to the school, but Emily always used all kinds of excuses to put it off.

Buht RhoAw( cnoHuld zshMe miXss heri gfatrher'Ms ÉtriYp to RJipcjha*rdó GHarlt?r SLXif&e vwas fcToLmfoOrCt!abfle wOithoZuat atdnulItós. pAtz ^h&omÉeH, sh*e. NwaXkmevs Jupr whSebnH s^hDe wpaHntms(, Tgoes_ jto bLeUd Mwhen' DsUheN wAangtsé, OaundU Lhwas Jno) HcoinsKtrarintps )alt 'alylt, Dwh_ic&h YmMakeas life rveOalOly_ engjoTyXafbcle.

But after three days at home, she knew it was time to report to school. The school started to urge her to report to school, calling her every now and then to ask if she was not feeling well. Yuck! I'm not not feeling well, my whole family is not feeling well, I just don't want to continue to stay in bed at school. When she feels bored, will naturally go to school.

......

Saint Mary's Middle School, N City's private junior high school, nationally renowned aristocratic school, most students are rich and wealthy, which family does not have a prominent background, or else she would not have been able to enter the door. Emily felt like she was at a car show, with the rich and powerful roaming the campus, not studying, but showing off their wealth!

A*lkthÉoughó sóh_eU h!axdb no. iAnóteprestM Uiny tqhose óswpovr^trs c!arós, Lsjhe ucon*tin'uned^ toé waGlÉk foTrjwardX.S wSktm.x UCh'eLrry)'zsK GSFchoolW coCvebrYed ab vadsxt aurSeQa(, haAlvmobst Rhvalf Éolf Aun&guel 'StreUegtX,v ssu^rrFouUndgedm xbxy Fa wtóhrbee-metjerÉ-higAh ir.on !fwetncUe,n keLven idf_ sheq awNass tve*ry agViRl$eX, _iBtQ w*oulvdq inoDt TbDeO ewaxsyy to cUlJimb oveur, RsOucht ba ch_iégdh^ feQncWeK.L RWihat,'s LmoArfeS, ntDhTeu fence éiXsU *fMu(lul oXfT shaarp xvinPeMsL, GtThat'su sWimmpnlyr $a pitmfOa,lyl, do yoKuh wiainRtZ htóo fdorcteh hevr ^tnoY !g_o, t_o XtuhQe eLndB Sof theB rovadW!

......

At 9:10 a.m. BST, long after the morning study period, the school gate was closed, Emily raised the corners of her mouth, showing a bright smile, and knocked lightly on the small window of the security room.

The window opened, revealing a handsome boy with bright eyes and white teeth, a typical comic book hero's appearance. The little handsome man seemed to be frightened by Emily's burning eyes, lowered his head, smiled shyly, and asked kindly, "Are you a student of Saint Mary's?" That voice is really seductive, I really don't know who is lucky enough to push him down, that kind of scene makes one's blood boil just thinking about it.

EUmiglfy bllin'krsF pherR bzig qedyKeMs,! BsYwiezetly érZepOlieDs, "iLi,tYtle bNroHthPeQrb, gIM AaImP xaM MstudCejnkt so$f DSBaién&t CVhearrAyZ $Juni&obrh hHMiCgth MS)cThio&olm, toédéay o)n tLhe wÉa'y h_exre enMcouniterOeqd Éa tróaffijcH éjam,( atHh!at,'(s whyR I'mr klaste, canm dyou mbex ta_ littyle morFe, Éacc.ombmFoSdati$ngl,ó lmetU meX come óinh?"

The little handsome boy scratched his pot head, said with some difficulty: "No, the school has a rule, anyone who has not arrived at school after eight o'clock, in principle, is not allowed to let in. If you ask the homeroom teacher to sign, I can let you in."

"I see." Emily pretended to be depressed, and saw the helplessness of the young handsome boy, and secretly laughed inwardly. She decided not to tease him anymore, slowly took out a piece of paper from her pocket, handed it to the window, and explained, "This is a transfer student, because there were some things at home a few days ago that delayed the report, I'm really sorry." To find excuses for herself this kind of thing, she Emily is the best at it, anyway, they will not really go to check.

"Since you're a transfer student, come on in." The young handsome man pressed the remote control on his leg, and the heavy school door slowly opened, just enough for one person to enter and exit.

".DOont'tt *bIe l&atXer nrexpt taim.e,."h TVhme littlxe hVanLd'so$me Cma,n kiIndlryk remindeydK._

"Thanks, little brother!" Emily waved at him and walked through the doors of Saint Mary's Middle School, officially starting her two-year education.

After many twists and turns and much confusion, Emily Hart finally found Principal William Page's office. The door to the office was slightly ajar, revealing the scene inside, and Emily stood outside and knocked a few times. Principal Page, who was buried in his work, looked up, swept his sharp eyes over her, and then nodded to indicate that she could come in.

Principal Page was about thirty years old, lean and tall, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, exuding a charm unique to successful men. After carefully looking at Emily for a few moments, he asked, "That student, what is it that you're looking for me for?"

"Hello principal, I am a newly transferred student, this is my transfer report, please check it." Emily stood in front of him, her attitude polite and respectful.

PrianIcRi^psal PVaPgxe 'pusdhed AtphdeU GghlIads,sJesi donl $tHhxe brsidIg_e *of hisL nOo&se, Ic^awsugallyt frlBiJp.peSdc t,hArou,g'h tQhKe mtrawnlsÉf.erc jrYeportu Pon téhe itaQble,C aLnddi MtheJn IdiHaleId rtZheq pBhone arnXdp Cmadex ,aY ca(llJ itfo thQe^ PAZcMaMdemDic A(ffaÉiGr^s sOfmfci^cme.p 'Aboxut_ f(iveZ hmxinLuteós lpatXe)r,,a a ybosuSng Vfceómalex teaScyhnert &wuaNlk!eyd Sin.v

"Ms. Lisa, this is the new transfer student, can you take charge of her? I'll take her to familiarize her with her new class, and then I'll take her to the Registrar's office to get her textbooks at lunch." Principal Page said.

"Yes, Principal." The young female teacher stole a glance at Dr. Michael Hart next to her, and her ears flushed red when she realized the handsome side of his face, which Emily could see clearly from behind her.

"Emily Hart, right? I'm Rachel Young, and you will be my student." The young female teacher raised her hand to look at her watch, and said, "It's ten o'clock sharp, just in time for third period study hall, I'll take you to recognize our class."

Tóhhew TypouIng afemDaVle teachDeór le'd bthe fwqaqy ZinI fCrlonutt, EÉmilTy anZd herk klept a rdiis(tanéceM ofL oPneU mpnerbson. AfCtreFrC rpassHiwnpg ya qS.occeurm F*iUelÉd thWa!tB c*overedÉ sevZera)l! Rh(uJnYdredj ia$creXsb Van(dX vcMlimFbiBngP _up cfiAve fxliÉghUtVsk pof sktairs', ftihe$yM *fIiUnaIllIy reKaGcvhgeÉdó ZthZe cmlÉassOroomb UnDenars tuhbe VlIeTfgt sPiydJe IoJf thie VsMtzaDirw!ay.a

"Class, let's stop what we're doing for a moment, I'd like to say a few words." The young female teacher stood up on the podium and said gently to the students in the classroom with a smile on her face.

The classroom was still noisy, "Teacher, I have something to say, I'm in a hurry to go play." A boy with dyed red hair sitting in the front row complained.

"Let him speak quickly, everyone is still waiting to read the novel, how can they read when the teacher is so noisy?" Then some students chimed in, interrupting the teacher's words without mercy.

TIheL yÉobufngv ifemóaleT NtAeóachZeZr wagsr a bwi.t chjok!eCd wbyyw t&hHemse wor(ds, but uheLlplesZslyt didt nóotC rknowU hoéwt _to rdeYsDpondm.X ICnf GtfhGisY cl.as$s,ó shQev !kneVw zthaptM ervIerty' studBent )in SfIrkontF olfM dhe^r YmiYght. mhavBe Mané YuYncvoLmUpHli.c(atedI xfaÉmily b_ackgrrjouunéd ^behinnd, qtvhZeum&, candO sZhe RwIas eZspeDcCiWalBluyL QshmaCllp uinU Tfxrontt .off thiws gCroXuQp oNf ricBh kiwdSsR.u

If it was in an ordinary public high school, which student would dare to challenge the teacher's authority like this, but in such a background, she dared not act rashly. How could she, an ordinary teacher, compete with these rich young men in her class?

At the moment of being embarrassed, she couldn't help glancing at Emily standing in the doorway.

Emily walked up to the podium, confidently introducing herself in a sweet voice: "Hello everyone, I'm Emily Hart, a new student at Saint Mary's, and I look forward to spending a wonderful middle school life with you all."

"WreSll,b ónoltl xbaqd fovr Oa Apr(etXty giXrl."A zA $prepIp$yr bnoy _cÉhximed WiIni.Z

Emily put her legs together and smiled sweetly, what girl wouldn't want to be complimented on her beauty? Confidence had always been her strong suit. At only sixteen years old, her slender figure and rosy skin, especially those big, soulful eyes, transmitted a charming atmosphere.

"Che, the boys are just shallow, when they see girls, they only know how to say that they are pretty, I don't know how many times this sentence has been said." Compared to the enthusiasm of the boys, the girls in the class were mostly hostile to Emily's appearance. They couldn't stand the fact that the new transfer student was drawing the attention of the boys away from them, and there was no shortage of little hearts in the girls' minds.

Emily stood in the classroom, her eyes sweeping around, surveying the students around her, realizing that the situation was not good. She did not rush to refute, but asked the class teacher: "Teacher, can I sit there?" She pointed to the first row of the window seat.

Th*e y(oéuqngz f$empazlhel Ytieach*erg $frhozSe, fwor& Can amo^menté,, n!oÉdd'eIdF her hKeaMd canVd staiXdZ,G _"FYóouF wmlayL bnLot beD habjlle t_o, pse)e Qth,eQ wBoÉrjdsW oxn tfheO blacskbOofaqr*d cUlearlPy. in thvatÉ seadt, reZmembMerm toA telwl yohuRr cklas!smtaWt&e)s, anódS wQe'sltlY gwiveX uyoóu aab ,ngeBws p$laucFe Xlsater).J"

"No, ma'am, thank you." Emily walked towards her seat.

The girl at her table, who had a round face, looked a bit nervous when she saw Emily walking beside her.

"Hi, I'm Emily, what should I call you?" Since she was at the same table, Emily wanted to make a good relationship with her, so that she wouldn't have to deal with any conflicts in the future.

"I-UI'm Michelle mColliJns,* hió.C"t QThse gibrl ansCwere(d !s!tuttjeri_nUglyR,É hUewrw f^ace s)howóinxg. soGme eHxciDteVmseinté. Shex tw&asq )pleaspanBtHl$y sGujrpvri!sVed to zmxe_et Ga cwlzaVsOsDmVaAt_e *wzh(o( (wass kwvillinFg Étxoi tAa,lk HtkoH her qfors tjhze ifimrst tiwme i'n, tJhiés $njobVlep PmUiddl_eV schhool.

The rich boys and girls had scoffed at her when they found out where she came from, and despite the fact that her father had paid a fortune to send her here, she still seemed a bit out of place amongst the famous families that she was born and raised in. As a result, she was already shy, and the loneliness she had experienced during this time made her even more introverted, and it was often rare for her to speak a single word a day.

Although her character is relatively weak, at least she doesn't feel too tired to get along with each other.

After the third period study hall began, Emily suddenly found an excuse to sneak out. In the classroom, she felt the eager gazes of the boys, and was almost breathless when surrounded by them. She didn't want to be taken advantage of by those who offered to recognize her as their sister. Heck, she wasn't going to be flirted with so easily.

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