Chapter 349

Bianca Fairchild thought this love would remain buried in the darkest corner of her heart forever.

But Beatrice Quincy saw right through her.

That afternoon, Beatrice stormed into her room and hurled her diary onto the floor. Pink pages scattered everywhere, each one filled with Xander Quincy's name.

"Slut!" Beatrice's palm struck her cheek with a sharp crack. "How dare you lust after my brother?"

The Quincy parents rushed in at the commotion. Their eyes turned icy when they saw the diary pages, as if gazing at something vile.

"After all we've done for you, this is how you repay us?" Mrs. Quincy's voice cut like glass.

The physical pain paled in comparison to Xander standing there, watching coldly.

His gaze made her feel like a filthy rodent.

"Don't let me see you again." Those were his last words to her.

From that day on, Xander became a regular at nightclubs. Tabloids overflowed with photos of him entangled with different women. Each time they crossed paths, he'd glare at her with undisguised revulsion.

Once, she gathered the courage to approach him. He humiliated her publicly: "Get lost. You make me sick."

Bianca's hope died completely.

Until that rainy night.

She found a drunken Xander outside a convenience store. Alcohol clung to him, but his eyes burned unnaturally bright.

"Bianca..." His grip on her wrist was painfully tight.

That night, Xander transformed. He whispered her name with tenderness, as if she were something precious.

By dawn, he dressed without a backward glance, leaving no trace of their intimacy.

Bianca clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms.

"Xander and I... we're nothing." Her voice cracked on the lie.

How could they be?

She was the Quincy family's charity case—Beatrice's human luck charm. Their parents made it clear: trash like her wasn't fit to lick Xander's shoes.

And technically, they were siblings.

Evelyn Laurent gently embraced her trembling shoulders.

"They're the unworthy ones." Evelyn's quiet words pierced Bianca's darkness like sunlight.

Suddenly, Bianca laughed.

Tears still streaked her face, but her smile was genuine.

"You're right." She wiped her cheeks. "Let's go."

Years of practice had taught her to lock her true self behind masks. Yet for the first time, she felt light.

Evelyn didn't know it, but that hug marked Bianca's rebirth.