04/01/2026
👑𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒👑
{💧𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓘𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓼💧}
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…………by 𝗩𝗶𝗰𝗸𝘆’𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events, local , or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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𝗘𝗣𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗘 (2)
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🌺MIRA'S POV🌺
They took me to the police station. Like, they actually arrested me. They pushed me into this dark cell with just a metal bench. Nobody told me anything. I didn't even get a chance to explain what happened.
Hours passed by slowly. I was still sitting there in that cold cell. I didn't cry though. I was too shocked to even breathe properly. Like, how can someone so incredibly handsome be so cold like ice? I kept thinking about his face. God! Why am I even thinking about someone who clearly doesn't care about me? Even after I literally begged him on my knees.
Later that night, my aunt showed up. But only because they said someone could bail me out. She filled out the paperwork—you know, all those forms and things.
But did she ask if I was okay? Did she ask how I even got into this mess? No. Not a single word. How cruel and wicked can one person be?
Instead, she slapped my arm so hard it stung. "Ahhh!!" I screamed.
"You embarrassed me, you foolish girl! You want to ruin my good name?!"
"Aunty, I..."
"Keep quiet! Your mother would be so ashamed of a cursed child like you! Trouble follows you everywhere!"
My throat completely closed up. I couldn't even speak.
She grabbed my arm and dragged me out of that place, then basically threw me into her car. "One more shameful thing, Mira, and I swear I'll send you straight to an orphanage! Useless girl!"
I wiped away the tear before it could actually fall. I just wish my mum was still alive. Maybe then my life wouldn't be like this disaster. I don't even go to school anymore. I work day and night like some kind of robot. My life is honestly so messed up.
When we got home, I went straight to my tiny room and fell on my bed. My whole body hurt. My head hurt. But my heart? That hurt the most.
I grabbed my phone and texted the only person who actually understands me:
💬Mira: Kimo... are you awake?
💬 Kimora:Yeah. What happened? I saw the videos online... Was that YOU?!
I told her everything, my fingers literally shaking as I typed it all out.
💬 Kimora:WHAT?! Do you even know who that was?!
💬 Mira: How would I know? You're the one who's always online knowing everyone. You tell me.
💬 Kimora:That was a member of Vinks.
💬 Mira: Vinks? What's that? Is that like... a name?
💬 Kimora: Vinks is a very popular boy band. They're like, REALLY popular and crazy rich. The band's actual name is THE VOID KINGS but their fans call them Vinks.
💬 Mira: Wow, I didn't know that. Oh my God and he's...
I couldn't even finish typing. Great. Just great. I'd poured coffee all over some famous rich guy. My life just keeps getting better and better.
"Beep, beep." The alarm rang at exactly 6AM. My eyes were all swollen from barely sleeping, but I forced myself to get up anyway.
I had another job cleaning at the Caltas Mansion, which is literally one of the richest houses in the entire city. I couldn't afford to lose this job too. Not after yesterday's disaster.
The security guard at the gate recognized me and let me through.
"Mira, you look really tired," he said, with concern in his voice.
"I'll be okay," I whispered, even though I wasn't sure I believed it myself.
Walking into that mansion always left me amazed shiny marble floors that you could probably see your reflection in, golden lights hanging from the ceiling, huge windows letting in this soft, pretty sunlight.
Everything looked like something straight out of a movie.
I tied my hair back into a ponytail, grabbed a feather duster, and got started on the living room.
Ten minutes later, Madam Elise Caltas walked in. She's this classy, warm woman who always has this gentle smile. And here's the thing she's actually kind to her staff.
Like, genuinely kind. Which honestly makes her pretty special considering how rich she is. Most rich people? Are not so nice. In fact, they act like they own the world, especially those rich brats. But this woman right here is exceptional.
"Mira, dear," she said softly, "Leave that for now. Come sit with me."
I stopped dusting mid swipe. "Ma'am? But I still have two more rooms to..."
"Sit," she said again, patting the fancy couch next to her.
So I did what she said, even though I felt very awkward sitting on furniture that probably cost more than my entire life and my family's entire life combined.
She looked straight at me. "You seem upset. Tell me... how is school going?"
My heart literally sank to my stomach.
"I... I'm not in school, ma'am."
Her eyes went very wide. "But you're what, eighteen?"
"Seventeen, ma'am."
"And you're not in school at all?"
I shook my head, feeling embarrassed and small. "My aunt and dad... said they can't afford it. My aunt says I have to help out at home instead. So I work a few different jobs to help support my dad."
Madam Elise let out this slow breath, and her whole face just filled with sadness.
"My daughter, Alora, was supposed to start this term at Chadwick International School," she said carefully. "I'm sure you've heard of it."
Who hasn't? Chadwick International School. That's where ministers' kids go. Where rich heirs and actual geniuses go. It's a school for the very, very rich. People like me don't even dream about places like that.
I just nodded.
"But Alora is really sick. Very sick. She can't attend this year."
"I'm so sorry to hear that, ma'am," I whispered.
Elise kept looking at me.
"I don't want her spot to just go to waste," she said gently.
I blinked at her, confused. "Ma'am?"
"Mira," she said, reaching out and taking both my hands in hers, "I want you to take her place."
I literally couldn't breathe. "Me?"
"Yes, you. You're smart, you're polite, you work harder than anyone I know... you deserve a real chance at life."
I just stared at her, feeling tears filling up my eyes and blurring my vision.
This woman who doesn't even owe me anything, who could just ignore me like everyone else was basically handing me a future I never, ever thought I'd have. Like, this doesn't happen to girls like me.
"Ma'am... I... I don't even know what to say."
"Say yes," she said softly, squeezing my hands. "Let me help you change your life."
I looked at her for a long moment, my mind racing with a million thoughts. Should I? Could I? What about my aunt? What about... what if they find out I'm from a poor family?
"Ma'am, can you give me some time? Let me think about it," I finally said.
She looked at me and smiled. "My dear, I completely understand. But when you're ready, you know exactly where to find me," she said gently.
I smiled back and nodded, feeling the weight of her incredible offer settling heavy on my shoulders.
After I finished all the cleaning, I told her I was heading out. She reached into her fancy purse and handed me some cash.
When I counted it later, being all sneaky about it, I realized she'd given me way more than my usual pay. I bowed politely at her, feeling so grateful but not really knowing how to put it into words.
"You know," she said to me, her voice sounding emotional, "sometimes I really wish you were my daughter."
I smiled, my throat feeling all tight and strange. I didn't know what to say to something so sweet and heartfelt, so I just nodded respectfully.
She turned and walked back upstairs. I stood there watching her until she disappeared completely from view. Such a nice lady, I thought to myself, smiling. Then I walked out of the house, making sure to close the door gently behind me.
The afternoon sun was still pretty bright as I made my way to the bus stop. When the bus finally showed up, I squeezed my way inside with everyone else.
The bus was so crowded. Like, people were literally pressed against each other like sardines in a tin. It was hot and uncomfortable and everyone smelled like sweat.
I searched desperately for somewhere to sit and finally spotted an empty seat near the middle. I practically ran for it and sat down with a huge sigh of relief, so grateful to be off my aching feet after working all day.
About fifteen minutes later, the bus stopped at another junction, and this pregnant woman got on. Her belly was huge, and she moved really carefully, one hand supporting her lower back like it hurt. Poor thing.
She had nowhere to sit, so she just stood there holding onto the overhead rail, swaying a little bit every time the bus moved or turned.
I looked around in total disbelief. Nobody and I mean nobody even offered to let her sit down.
How wicked can people actually be? She's clearly pregnant. Can't they see that? Are they blind, or do they just not care at all?
My conscience wouldn't let me stay seated. I stood up and gently tapped her on the shoulder. "Ma, you can have my seat," I offered.
She looked at me with surprise, and then her whole face lit up with this warm smile. Her eyes even got a little watery.
"Thank you so much, dear. Your good heart will speak for you always," she said, briefly touching my hand.
I smiled politely at her and moved to stand in the crowded aisle instead, grabbing onto the rail.
The other passengers were literally staring at me like I'd done something wrong. Like giving up my seat for a pregnant woman was some kind of crime or something.
Some of them even whispered to each other, probably calling me stupid or whatever. I scoffed under my breath and turned to stare out the window instead, refusing to let their judgment get to me.
Just then, this whole convoy of cars was driving past our bus in the opposite lane. Wow. I stared at them all dreamy super sleek and expensive looking.
Their tinted windows were reflecting the afternoon light and everything.
Hmm, whoever's in there must be very loaded, I thought to myself, watching those luxury vehicles.
Then something caught my eye. The license plate on the lead car had "VINKS" written on it in bold, custom letters.
That name felt familiar. I scratched my head, trying to remember where I'd heard it. Oh! Wait! Vinks! That's what those girls at the restaurant were screaming yesterday about the guy I accidentally poured coffee all over.
My eyes went very wide as it all clicked together. He must be like, a really popular celebrity or something major.
The way those girls had freaked out, the expensive suit he was wearing, the bodyguards, and now this whole convoy with his name on it everything made total sense now.
So Kimo wasn’t joking.
I felt my stomach drop a little, remembering how absolutely furious he'd been. How his cold eyes had looked at me with so much anger.
I'd definitely have to get Kimora to help me create an Instagram account so I could actually look this Vinks guy up and see exactly who he was.
Maybe then I'd know just how much trouble I was actually in. Or maybe, hopefully, he was the type to just forget about small incidents like spilled coffee.
When I finally got home, I was exhausted. Like, completely drained. I just wanted to collapse on my bed and sleep for a year.
But the second I opened the door and stepped inside, there was my aunt standing right there with her arms crossed over her chest. Her face already looked angry before I'd even said a single word.
"Where have you been?" she snapped at me.
"I was at work, aunt. I've been working since this morning," I replied quietly, hoping she'd just understand and let it go.
But instead of listening like a normal person, she literally screamed at me. "Liar! You're such a liar! I know you've been out there running around with all those good-for-nothing boys.
Why are you so spoiled? Why can't you just behave yourself for once?"
My heart started beating really fast. "No aunt, please believe me. I was working. I swear on everything I was working," I tried defending myself, my voice getting desperate.
Before I could say anything else, her hand flew across my face. SLAP. It was so hard that my whole cheek burned and my eyes immediately filled with tears.
"I know you're lying! You think you can do whatever you want just because you're pretty? Stupid, stupid girl!"
I held my stinging cheek, fighting really hard not to cry in front of her.
"Go to the backyard right now. My dirty clothes are sitting there. Go wash them and make sure they're spotless. Do you understand me?" she shouted, pointing aggressively toward the back of the house.
I nodded quickly, not saying anything because I knew talking back would only make everything so much worse.
As I turned to leave, she called me back. "Wait! After you finish washing everything, take this to Madam Jena's house." She pushed a black plastic bag at me. "And don't waste time."
I took the bag from her and headed to the backyard. My hands were literally shaking as I started washing the huge pile of dirty, smelly clothes.
The water was freezing cold and my cheek still hurt like crazy from her slap, but I just kept washing. Scrubbing and scrubbing until my hands were raw.
After what felt like forever, I finally finished and hung all the clothes on the line to dry.
I picked up the plastic bag my aunt had given me and checked the address she'd scribbled on a crumpled piece of paper. Madam Jena's house. I'd never heard of her, but whatever. I had to go.
I walked for like twenty minutes before I finally found the place. It was this big compound with a black metal gate. I knocked and the gateman opened it up for me.
"Good evening, sir. I'm looking for Madam Jena. My aunt sent me to deliver something to her," I explained politely.
"Oh, Madam is inside. Her son is home though. He'll take you to her," the gateman said casually and let me in.
I walked into the compound and this young man came out of the house. He was tall, wearing a sleeveless shirt and shorts.
He looked me up and down like, really looked me over with this strange, creepy smile on his face that made my skin crawl.
"You're looking for my mother?" he asked, still staring.
"Yes, sir. My aunt sent me to give her this," I said, lifting up the plastic bag.
"Okay, she's in her room. Follow me," he said and started walking.
I followed him into the house. We went through the sitting room and down this long corridor. But then he suddenly pushed open a door and before I could even process what was happening, he pushed me inside the room hard. I stumbled forward and almost fell flat on my face.
I spun around quickly and saw him step inside after me and lock the door behind him with a loud click.
My heart literally jumped into my throat. "What... what are you doing?" I asked, my voice shaking badly.
He didn't answer. Instead, he just started walking toward me with that same disgusting smile on his face.
"You're a pretty girl with a nice body. Can't wait to see you naked," he said, his voice all disgusting and hungry.
I backed up fast until my back hit the wall. Nowhere else to go. "Please, I just came to deliver something to your mother. Please just let me leave."
"Relax, relax. We can have some fun first before you go," he said, and then he actually lunged at me, trying to grab my waist.
I pushed him back as hard as I could. "Aren't you way too old for this?" I asked him, my voice getting stronger even though I was terrified. "You can't touch me with your old, disgusting body. I'm too young and too pretty for that."
"Don't say that," he said, licking his lips in this absolutely revolting way. "I can take care of you. I'll change your whole life. Give you the finest things. Take you places."
Everything happened very fast after that. My body just reacted on pure instinct. As he got close enough to grab me, I raised my leg and kicked him as hard as I possibly could right between his legs.
He screamed. Like, a loud, painful scream that filled up the entire room. He bent over, holding himself, his face all twisted up in pain. "Ahhh! Stupid girl! Ahhh! What have you done?!"
"Serves you right," I muttered and hit him again for good measure.
I didn't stay for another second. I rushed straight to the door, unlocked it with shaking hands, and ran out of that room as fast as my legs could possibly carry me. I didn't stop running until I was completely out of that house and back on the street.
I turned back at the house and raised my middle finger. "F**k you!!!" I screamed at the top of my voice.
Before I knew what was happening bang!!!!
A car hit me. I fell down, losing my vision slowly, then my eyes completely shut close.
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