The Revenge of an Angel (gxg) [COMPLETED ✔]

The Cruelest.

TW: This story contains profanities, violence, and other mature themes. Please read at your own risk.

-Present-

"So, yeah. That's what happened, basically." I said.

Biting her lips, Estelle looked away. Her face clouded with sadness, and uneasy.

 "Estelle?"

She exhaled a long breath. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't know he suffered as well. I kept on blaming him for everything that happened to my sister," Estelle said sadly as she paused to catch her breath.

She continued "Ashley, you are not alone. I wish you can share your burdens with me too. Tell me, what can I do for you?"

"For now, all you have to do is to stay still. Just live as if nothing happened. Just leave it to me. Can you do that?" I asked her.

Estelle nodded slowly before a warm smiled appeared on her face. 

"Then, to seal our agreements, let's hug," Estelle grinned before she hugged me tightly.

"It's been a while since I last hugged someone else," Estelle chuckled. "Don't worry, I got your back. I will help you as long as I could, except for the money," 

Ashley dumbfounded before she let out a small laugh. 

"Thank you, that was understandable," I grinned.  

Estelle smiled playfully "Ah, right! there's a beautiful flower garden here. You should go there,"

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-Jessica-

Now that I look at it, Clara James is beautiful. It's the kind of beauty that charms everyone without even try. I think I understand why Austin Kruz and the others fancy her. 

Too bad, I still believe, that no one match, hers.

"Can I ask you about something?" I asked.

"If it's about Derick Roswell, I don't want to talk about it," Clara replied annoyedly. Her bright blue eyes tensed. It felt like, she hates him. 

Well, that's new. Not that I care, but what if Clara fell in love with the new Austin? Because it seemed so. I need to know and reconfirm it by myself.

Jessica breathed, "No, it's about Austin." 

Clara stopped playing with her phone, and she glared straight at me, waiting for my questions.