A gentle gust brushed past her face, offering a sudden jolt of alertness.

Choosing a chair by the poolside, she closed her eyes, letting her mind unwind.

"Did they kick you out?"

It was Abigail, who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Sabrina opened her eyes briefly to acknowledge her presence before shutting them again, choosing not to respond.

"Stop pretending. Didn't you notice Galilea with Tyrone?" Abigail scoffed, "She's his real girlfriend. Our kind is destined for secrecy. I'd advise against pining for things out of your reach."

“Can you shut up now?" Sabrina retorted, her patience wearing thin.

She assumed her disinterest was conspicuous enough for anyone sensible to leave her alone.

“Oh, so you're angry now? Just because you managed to snag Tyrone Blakely, you think you're superior to us? We're cut from the same cloth. You're no different."

“Enough! I don't want to hear any more of this. Leave, please."

"I'm not going anywhere. This isn't your place."

“If you won't, then I will."

Sabrina rose from the chair, her strides resolute as she walked away.

Abigail was left seething, watching Sabrina's retreating figure.

Why was it Sabrina who managed to land Tyrone Blakely, a man of youth, charm, and wealth, while she was stuck with an overweight older man?

They were all just mistresses. Why did Sabrina act so high and mighty?

Her resentment flared as she thought about it, and in a sudden fit of anger, she shoved Sabrina.

Sabrina, caught by surprise, lost her footing and toppled into the pool.

With a jolt of panic, Abigail ran away.

The icy water engulfed Sabrina, causing her to panic and gulp down several mouthfuls of water.

She was overtaken by a sense of suffocation, the familiar fear spreading throughout her body, making her tremble with uncontrollable spasms in her Limbs.

Her breath grew shorter, her consciousness fading.

Fleeting images flashed in her mind.

Those people said she was an orphan. A bastard.

Her schoolbag, torn. Homework, shredded. Cornered in the restroom.