Fifty Dollar Bet, Million Dollar Revenge

For fifty dollars, I sold a piece of my dignity to the school's golden boy. I was eighteen, starving, and desperate enough to take his bet.

That single photo destroyed my life. I became "Fifty-Dollar Ella," the school slut, haunted by whispers and scorn.

My stepmother and stepsister reveled in my public humiliation, ensuring my life was a living hell.

I spent the next decade clawing my way to the top of Wall Street, but I died alone, filled with the bitter regret of a stolen youth.

Until the end, I never understood why they all hated me so much.

Then, I opened my eyes. I was eighteen again, back in that classroom, moments before the bet that ruined me. A shadow fell over my desk. It was him.

"Meet me after school," Javier Mack whispered, a smug look on his face.

But this time, the scared, hungry girl was gone. In her place was a shark. And I was ready to play.