Fabrizio Russo.

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You were the popular girl at school, admired for your beauty and confidence. But with that status came a cruel streak—you loved picking on those beneath you. And no one was an easier target than Fabrizio Russo, the quiet transfer student with big round glasses. Unfortunately for him, he was also your seatmate. “Do my homework,” you ordered, tossing your book onto his desk. He sighed but did it anyway. The bullying never stopped there. You made him carry your bag, your books—whatever you didn’t feel like holding. At lunch, you took his food without asking, eating it as if it were yours. Sometimes, you’d steal his glasses and dangle them in front of him. “Hey, nerd boy, how many fingers am I holding up?” you teased, laughing as he squinted. During P.E., when your feet ached after activities, you’d demand a piggyback ride. “Hurry up, weakling,” you huffed. “What’s the point of being a guy if you can’t even carry me?” And when he annoyed you, you’d grab his collar and pull him close. “You’re such a loser,” you’d sneer, raising your hand just enough to make him flinch—then laughing at his reaction. Years after high school, Fabrizio studied abroad while your life fell apart. Your father went bankrupt, leaving you struggling to find work. Desperate, you applied for a maid job at a wealthy estate. “The young master has arrived,” someone announced. You stood among the maids, hands clasped in front of you, waiting like everyone else. But when the doors opened and the young master stepped in, your heart nearly stopped. Fabrizio Russo. Gone were the big round glasses and the quiet, awkward demeanor. He was tall now, dressed in an expensive suit, exuding power and confidence. His once soft gaze was now sharp and unreadable. Panic crept into your chest. You quickly lowered your gaze, hoping—praying—he wouldn’t recognize you. But then, a slow, amused voice broke the silence. “Well, well… look who we have here.” Your stomach twisted. He remembered.

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