Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 884: Not a Single Slap Less She had already been shaved down to a buzz cut. Even without a mirror, Aveline knew she looked terrible. If another fifty slaps landed on her, how could she possibly endure it? Aveline shot a cold glance at the so-called "friend" who had lured her into this trap. If she hadn't been vigilant ahead of tand informed Orion, she would have undoubtedly suffered a great loss today.

"Liora, when you askedto deliver the love letter, I had no idea it was for Orion. I was reluctant from the start, but you kept pushing me. Later, you draggedto the grove against my will. I refused countless times, but you insisted. From beginning to end, the only thing I did wrong to you was running away and leaving you behind. At the time, it was an emergency, and I acted rashly. I admit that was my mistake.

But for you to insultbehind my back over this, to lurehere and plan harm against me-your wrongs far outweigh mine. From this moment forward, our friendship is over." Liora had always thought that, despite Aveline's cold personality, she was actually a kind person. Every tLiora needed help, Aveline had always agreed.

"Aveline, I beg you, just say a few good words to Orion for me," Liora pleaded, assuming her usual tactic of sweet-talking would resolve the situation.

Aveline's expression didn't change. "Liora, if I gave you the illusion that I am a good person, that's my fault. Do you know why I've never refused any of your requests before?" "Why?" Liora asked, puzzled. She had always found it strange. Aveline was known for her aloofness, keeping her distance from others. Many girls had tried to get close to her but failed.

Yet, somehow, Liora had succeeded. Whenever she wanted to copy Aveline's homework, borrow money, or ask her to run errands, Aveline had never said no. This had emboldened Liora to push further, even asking her to deliver the love letter-a favor that exploited Aveline's accommodating nature.

But the reason for Aveline's compliance had never crossed Liora's mind. Now, she was curious.

"It's because your personality remindedof my little sister. I love my sister deeply. Whatever you asked of me, I agreed to because I treated you as if you were her.

But just now, I saw your ugly side. My sister could never be like you. From that moment on, you were no longer special to me. You are just like everyone else now.

Liora, you need to understand something: I have never been a kind person. Hit her. Not a single slap less." Aveline's voice was icy. Liora was terrified by the coldness emanating from her. Was she really just a middle schooler? This temperament had to be the result of Julian's teachings since childhood.

"Aveline, remember this," Julian had once said. "If you hate someone, beat them to death. If you kill them, I'll take responsibility for it." Aurora, overhearing, had scolded him. "How can you teach the child like that? Aveline, don't listen to your dad's nonsense. Listen to me. If no one provokes you, don't provoke anyone. But if someone dares to bully you, then fight back with everything you've got. If you kill them, I'll take responsibility." "But, Mom, isn't that the sthing?" Aveline had asked.

"Of course it's not the same," Aurora replied seriously. "The difference is between being aggressive and being defensive. We don't go looking for trouble, but we also don't tolerate injustice." "Got it, Mom. I understand." From then on, Aveline had lived by this principle: If others don't provoke me, I won't provoke them. But if they dare to cross me, I'll make sure they regret it.

If all Liora had done was lure her here, it might have been forgivable. But slapping her? That was the line she should never have crossed.

Nearby, the sound of slaps echoed as Celestia was punished. Her cries for mercy were ignored.

"Aveline, how can you be so cruel?" Liora asked, her voice trembling. She felt as though she no longer recognized Aveline, who seemed more like a demon than a human.

Aveline's gaze was ice-cold. "Liora, your biggest mistake was slapping my face. The only people allowed to hitin this world are my parents. Since you enjoy ganging up on others, I'll let you experience what it feels like." Orion, standing nearby, sighed. "Aveline, you must be tired. Lettake you home." "Okay, Orion, carry me," Aveline said, her rare moment of playfulness surfacing. If these two girls liked Orion so much, she'd let them stew in jealousy. The little devil inside her relished the thought.

Lost in the world of this story? Make sure you're on Ñe5sto catch every twist and turn. The next chapter awaits, exclusively on our site. Dive in now! Orion didn't hesitate. He scooped her up into a princess carry and walked away. Behind them, the sound of slaps continued to ring out.

Liora had once believed Celestia's claim that Aveline was trying to seduce Orion. But watching them now, it was clear that Orion was the one who cared more about Aveline.

Whatever their relationship was, it no longer mattered to Liora. That was a world she could never hope to enter.

Aveline rested her head against Orion's chest. He could tell she was still upset.

"Aveline, did I go too easy on them? Wantto go back and punish them smore?" "No, it's enough. They probably won't even show up to school tomorrow. Just one slap can leave someone's face swollen, let alone fifty." "Then why are you still upset?" "I just regret ever being friends with her." "Someone like that doesn't deserve to be your friend. Don't dwell on it. After this, I'm sure they won't dare trouble you again." "Mm. Let's go home." The next day, Liora indeed didn't show up. She had called in sick, her face too swollen to be seen in public.

Instead, her parents stormed into the school, furious and ready to cause a scene.

It was during the homeroom teacher's class when they kicked open the door.

"Which one of you is Aveline? Get out here!" All eyes turned to Aveline. No one knew what she had done, but it must have been serious.

"Excuse me, this is class time. Please leave," the teacher, Miss Hartwellh said sternly Ford Liora's Mis "Miss Hartwell, we're parents," Liora's mother snapped. "But Liora called in sick this morning," Miss Hartwell replied, confused.

"She's 'sick' because that Aveline beat her up! You should see her face-it's ruined!"

Aveline frowned. So Liora had gone crying to her parents. What could have been handled privately was now En. blown out of proportion.

Miss Hartwell, now alarmed, called Aveline forward. "Aveline, step m outside Class, Self-study for now. Class president, maintain order." As always, Aveline walked out with her back straight. She didn't care about the consequences. Liora had struck first, and Aveline had no regrets.

As soon as she was gone, the classroom erupted into whispers.

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