The Don’s Reborn Lover Chapter 14

The Don’s Reborn Lover Chapter 14

At that point, all pretense between us was gone. 

Sebastian tossed the bug aside and crushed it under his heel. 

“Don’t pull this cheap crap on me again. Keep getting in my way, and I’ll start bullying you too.” 

I pressed a hand to my throat. 

Without the bug, I had no way of knowing when he 

would bring in Earl Cline and deal Adrian a devastating 

blow. 

I could only hope that in this life, it would still happen 

the day before the SAT. 

That way, it would still be within my control. 

A new round of exam results came out. 

Adrian was first. 

Sebastian was second. 

And I had dropped to seventy–sixth in the grade. 

That was normal. 

In my last life, I had already been out of high school for 

more than ten years, so I had forgotten most of the 

material. 

The only reason I managed that score at all was because I had a strong foundation and had been grinding through the study guide Adrian sent me. 

Lately, I had been studying late into the night. I was confident I could get back to my old level before the 

SAT. 

The person most stressed about my scores was Adrian. 

He held all my tests in his hands and went over them 

again and again, his brows knit tight. 

“This isn’t your real level. I knew something had been off with you lately.” 

Holding his paper, which was practically a model 

answer sheet, I said, “The genius, on the other hand, is 

as ridiculously good as ever.” 

He picked up a pen and started making a study plan 

based on all the questions I had missed. 

The truth was, I was a top student too. I had my own 

study plan. 

But I had grown up in a home with no love, and 

mentally, I wasn’t exactly healthy either. 

He liked control. 

I liked being controlled. 

In that way, we were a perfect match. 

I noticed the suitcase he had set at the back of the 

classroom. 

“You’re leaving for the competition?” 

“Yeah. It’s a two–week closed training camp. They’ll 

take our phones, so I won’t be able to contact you.” 

“Good luck. I’ll be waiting for my first–place trophy.” 

Adrian handed me the study plan. 

“Elena, you keep working hard too. Study hard. When I 

get back, I’m checking your progress.” 

“Yes sir.” 

That afternoon, Adrian left. 

And while he was gone, something happened. 

After school, Sebastian and I rode home together. 

“Elena, your score this time was awful. Dad is going to 

be furious.” 

No matter how hard Sebastian tried to hide it, I still 

caught the glee in his eyes. 

He knew all of Dad’s anger would be directed at me 

alone today. 

When we got home, my father, Harrison Vance, still 

wasn’t back yet. 

I started a livestream on my phone and propped it up in 

the study. 

I usually posted violin videos on that account. I had two hundred thousand followers. 

“No violin today. Let me show you my dad.” 

Harrison came home. 

He yanked loose his tie as he walked into the study, then pointed at me with a twisted expression. 

“Kneel.” 

I dropped to my knees. 

Harrison pulled off his belt and lashed me with it again and again. 

“For four years of high school, every quiz, every midterm, every final, you never took first place once. Adrian Cross, Adrian Cross, Adrian Cross. Every single time, it was Adrian Cross! I’ve beaten you so many times, so why don’t you ever improve? And now your GPA dropped from 3.9 to 3.2!” 

Harrison kept whipping me viciously. 

“I heard you want to date Adrian. You’re worse than a 

prostitute. At least a prostitute knows how to sell herself for a decent price.” 

“If you’re that desperate for a man, don’t waste yourself on that broke loser. My investors all like you. Sleep with them and at least you’ll create some value for me.” 

Suddenly, I grabbed the belt. 

“And even before high school, you were always finding 

excuses to abuse me.” 

“When I was five, I accidentally spilled my food, and 

you made me kneel down and lick it clean.” 

“When I was eight, I messed up on the violin, and you kicked me so hard you broke one of my ribs.” 

“All my life, you’ve hidden your abuse behind excuses 

about discipline and doing what was best for me. You 

beat me over and over again. When I was little, I thought all fathers were like that.” 

“But later, I learned the truth. That wasn’t true.”