Chapter 25 – Julia's POV
Less than a day after Lana's scandal, I found myself standing in the doorway of my apartment, numb. I didn't even remember how I got home like a sleepwalker — or I must've walked through the city like a ghost.
I dropped aggresevily my new bag from vertouise brand on the sofa with a dull thud, peeled off my clothes like I was shedding someone else's skin, and stepped into a hot shower. I stood under the water until it ran cold, and even then, it wasn't enough to wash away what I felt. depression , fear , disloyal , like a friend who turned their back and sold me for nothing ...
actually that what happened i was sold for nothing for a stupid revenge ...
Later, curled up in my bed wearing my oversized pajamas, I cried. Quiet at first. Then louder and louder . Until the only thing left inside me was this shaking, broken mess of a person I barely recognized.
"I thought we were friends," I whispered. " scarlett... i throught we were friends ! " .
But I wasn't sure who I was talking about—Scarlett, or Letty, or whatever name she went by now.
I kept saying it over and over, as if repeating it could make it true. I thought we were friends. I wanted to believe that the camera wasn't her idea, that maybe the journalists just showed up. But then… I saw her. Smiling. Hiding in the corner, watching it all like a queen admiring her kingdom burn. When she saw me, the smile vanished—but that didn't erase what I saw.
She was like a lizard , always changing , her face her name - just to get revenge to herself and her father , but what about me ? i helped her . i gave her money . i eve gave her that secret appartment in the calloway house ! i built it with my own money . do you know how hard it was to convince the people that build it ? to keep them quiet ? do she know ow much i spend on that or because i'm a billionaire daughter so everything is okay ? and still the moment she had a chance she threw me away like i was nothing ...
I screamed. Loud. Angry. Pathetic. Stupid.
"Julia, you're so stupid!"
I stood up, grabbing random things—pillows, books, clothes—and threw them across the room. Everything I could touch hit the walls or crashed to the floor. Then I collapsed on the floor too, curled up like a child, and cried until I couldn't breathe.
The vibration of my phone jolted me from my spiral. I didn't want to answer it—I didn't want anyone to see me like this—but I knew who it was. And if I didn't answer, he'd worry.
I swiped the screen with shaking fingers.
"Dad…?" My voice cracked with a sniffle.
His voice was warm but tight, like he was barely holding something back. "Julia, sweetheart… are you crying?"
Another sniff. "Yeah."
"I saw it," he said softly. "What that—what that girl—did to you. It's everywhere, ma princesse. How long has this been going on? Is this why you're not friends with Sharon anymore?"
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Part of it, yeah. But I'm okay."
He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Okay? Julia, she slapped you on live TV like you were nothing. How did they even know you were going to be there? Did you tell them?"
His tone wasn't angry at me—but furious for me. Protective. Dangerous.
I sat up, hugging my knees. "Why would I tell them to humiliate me like that, Dad? I would never."
Silence on the line. Then his voice again, colder now: "Then who did? Do you know?"
I bit my lip hard, hard enough to draw blood. I could tell him the truth. I could tell him everything. But instead, I whispered:
"I… I don't know."
I'm such an idiot. Still protecting Scarlett. Still loyal to someone who used me like a pawn in her game.
"Fine," my dad muttered. "We'll find out soon enough."
Then came the part that made me shiver—not from fear, but from the cold certainty in his voice.
"Lana's going to regret the day she ever put her filthy hands on my daughter. I'll make her cry for forgiveness. And she'll kneel for it. In front of everyone."
Before I could respond, the call ended. Cut. Done. Like he'd already decided how this story would end.
But I wasn't thinking about Lana.
All I could think about was Scarlett.
What kind of friend betrays you like that?
What kind of person lets you break just to win?
And why—after everything—I still didn't hate her the way I should?
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