Chapter 27
Author: Rissa
last update2025-04-28 01:34:45

Serena crossed her arms and glared at them. “Wasn’t yesterday enough for you?” Serena said, her voice filled with anger and sarcasm.

“I know people like you — you never listen until you’re punished and embarrassed. You didn’t learn your lesson yesterday, but I won’t let you ruin my special night today.”

Damon could hear others making fun of them. Their mocking voices were louder than ever, but he didn’t care. His focus was on Celia, and the insults around them felt like nothing but barking.

“I’ve never seen anyone as shameless as them. They’re too shameless to be human,” people said.

“How can they show up to Serena’s party again after yesterday? They should be hiding in shame, not walking around like fools.”

“They deserve even more humiliation. They should be kicked out. They shouldn’t ruin Serena’s party today,” Serena and others continued, their voices filled with sarcasm.

Damon stayed calm. "Just like I said yesterday, the truth will reveal itself today," he said, his v
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