Endless Elegance 11

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Chapter 11 Isadora’s Help

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Morning sunlight streamed through the classroom windows. It spilled across the desks and lit up Jesse, who sat bent over her books. The glow wrapped around her like a halo.

She studied with fierce focus. Like a sponge, she soaked up every word. What she had missed in her past life, she would never let slip away again.

The chatter and giggles in the corner didn’t shake her at all.

“Mike’s drone team is competing this afternoon. Too bad I’ve got class then,” a boy with glasses whispered.

“Yeah, I heard Jesse used to be on Mike’s team, but it looks like she got replaced,” a girl said, sneaking a glance at Jesse.

Another girl followed her gaze. Her tone dripped with disdain. “Replaced? More like kicked out. Look at her acting like she doesn’t care. Who knows what she’s really thinking?”

The first girl smirked. “Of course, she cares. That used to be her team.”

“Now, she pretends to be all studious. Please. With grades that bad and only two weeks until exams, cramming won’t save her.”

“She got thrown out of the house. Of course, she has to work harder now. Fake effort is still effort, I guess. Still, there’s no way she can beat Taylor.”

Jesse lifted her head and glanced at them. Her eyes were calm as still water. She had grown used to talk like this. Ever since Taylor entered the Spencer family, everyone had flattered Taylor and mocked her. Staying calm and composed, she lowered her head and kept reading.

Soon after, Taylor skipped into the room with a ticket dangling from her hand.

“Jesse, I knew you’d be here. Still studying? Do you really think you can catch up

this way? Wouldn’t it be better to go back to how things were?” Her tone was light and teasing.

Jesse ignored her.

Finding Taylor’s voice grating, she packed up her books, ready to leave and study somewhere else.

Taylor suddenly stretched out her hand, blocking her path. The ticket was waved in front of Jesse’s face.

“This is for today’s match. I thought you’d want to watch. You used to get in with the team, but not anymore. That’s why I got you your own ticket.”

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She raised it higher, almost pressing it to Jesse’s nose. Her voice oozed sweetness.

Jesse looked up, her expression flat. She caught the flicker of smugness and provocation hidden in Taylor’s eyes.

Taylor’s gaze gleamed with malice, though her tone stayed sweet. “Jesse, today’s my first match as an official member of the team. I really want you to see it. Come on.”

She put heavy weight on the words “official member,” wanting to flaunt the fact that she had taken Jesse’s place. She wanted Jesse to watch her shine and see who was stronger.

Jesse felt nothing despite the taunting. Hugging her books tight, she replied, “No need. I’m not interested. You’re wasting my study time.”

Taylor shoved the ticket closer. “Jesse, just take it. If you want to go, you can.”

Jesse was about to push her hand away when Isadora Smith, the class president, strode over. She snatched the ticket and tossed it on the ground.

“Taylor, are you deaf or just a great actress? Jesse said no. What are you playing at?” Isadora’s voice was icy.

Jesse glanced at her with quiet gratitude. Back when she missed class because of Taylor and her brothers, Isadora had often tried to talk sense into her. She had even shared her own notes.

Taylor’s smile froze. She hadn’t expected anyone to step in. For a moment, she was stunned. “I was only being kind. I just wanted to invite Jesse…”

“Cut the act. Everyone knows what you’re really after. You loved it when Jesse trailed you like a shadow. It made you feel superior, didn’t it? Now, she’s finally smartened up and started studying.

“Then, here you come, trying to drag her back down. You just can’t stand to see her do well and would rather wreck her focus so she keeps revolving around you!”

Isadora’s voice rang across the classroom.

Students began whispering.

“I heard yesterday that Taylor isn’t as sweet as she looks. Everyone used to say Jesse bothered her and disturbed her from her studies. I believed it when Jesse skipped class. Now? It looks more like Taylor was the one clinging to Jesse.”

“Jesse skipped class because Taylor made her?”

“Still, Jesse’s the real Spencer daughter. Why would she let herself be used like that?”

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“Look at Taylor’s outfit. She’s dressed head to toe in designer brands. No way an orphan can afford that on scholarship.”

“I heard the Spencer family bought everything for her.”

Taylor’s face turned pale as the murmurs grew sharper. She spun around, panicked. “No, it’s not

like that!”

Isadora seized the moment. She grabbed Jesse’s wrist and briskly said, “Come on. Let’s head to the library. I’ll help you catch up.”

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Endless Elegance

Status: Ongoing

1) The Awakening

Jesse Spencer wakes to a sharp, icy voice—her brother Corey shouting. Her head spins, fever burning through her skull. Instinct takes over: the reflex of someone broken by years in prison. She drops to her knees and apologizes automatically. But the floor beneath her isn’t concrete. It’s soft—carpeted. Panic flares. She’s not in her cell. She’s back in her room, surrounded by familiar furniture she thought she’d never see again. She’s been reborn—twelve years into the past.

2) The Day That Ruined Her

Memories rush back in fragments. It’s that day—the day Taylor Holman accused her of ruining her contest project, locked her in the bathroom, and made her freeze through the night as punishment. Back then, Jesse refused to take the blame. That same night, Corey drenched her in ice water and turned off the heat, forcing her to “reflect.” Her fever had nearly killed her. While she suffered, Taylor basked in sympathy. Corey, blind with guilt, lashed out at Jesse just to see Taylor smile.

3) A Family Turned Against Her

Each brother had chosen Taylor over Jesse. Andrew, the doctor, brought medicine and comforted her gently, convinced she was in the wrong. Mike hovered over Taylor, offering warm water and towels. Kaleb, the youngest, even gave away Jesse’s hard-won spot in an international design competition—handing Taylor her future as if it meant nothing. Jesse had been branded a villain in her own home, a sinner forced to repay a debt she never owed.

4) The Debt That Wasn’t Hers

“Do you think Philip would forgive you? He died saving you!” Corey’s voice echoes again. The name pierces her chest. Philip Holman, Taylor’s brother, had died in a fire rescuing Jesse—or so everyone believed. The guilt consumed the Spencers, and they took Taylor in as family. Every day after that, they reminded Jesse: You owe her your brother. You owe her his life. Her brothers, her chances, her future—all handed to Taylor, the eternal victim.

5) The Truth Behind the Flames

But now, with her memories restored, Jesse finally knows the truth. Philip hadn’t died heroically—he had started the fire himself. He wanted to play savior, to make himself look noble in Taylor’s eyes, and Jesse was the collateral damage. Worse, Taylor had locked the door after them, intending to let the flames take them both. When the Spencers arrived, Taylor wept for the cameras, mourning her “only family,” while Jesse stumbled from the blaze branded a murderer.

6) The Accusation Reborn

Jesse’s fists tighten. Rage surges. But Corey mistakes it for defiance. “Still stubborn, huh? No apology, no school. You’ll stay grounded until you learn!” He glares, confident she’ll cave like before—especially with the design competition only three days away. Fevered and weak, Jesse still meets his eyes. “Fine,” she rasps. “I’ll apologize later. Now get out. I need to change.” Her tone chills him—cold, unfamiliar, unyielding. He leaves, thinking she’s finally obeying.

7) The Price of Survival

As soon as the door shuts, Jesse collapses. Pain sears through every bone. Her fever burns hotter; her limbs feel like lead. Somehow, she drags herself to the closet, pulling on dry clothes before sinking into bed. The warmth of the blanket breaks her. Three years in prison—three years of starvation, torture, and despair—flash through her mind. Her brothers had even paid guards to punish her for Taylor’s sake. Starved. Beaten. Forgotten. Cancer had finished what they started.

8) The Promise of Vengeance

Not this time. She won’t die quietly again. Curling into the blanket, Jesse whispers to herself, “I’ve got time. I’ll rest now. Then I’ll plan.” The warmth feels foreign, almost sinful after years of cold concrete. Her eyes close slowly. For the first time in forever, she lets herself sleep—safe, for the moment. This rebirth isn’t mercy. It’s a second chance to make them pay.

9) The Wake-Up Call

“Jesse!” The roar yanks her awake. Harsh light floods the room as someone rips away the blanket. Cold air slaps her burning skin. Rough hands drag her upright—it’s Mike, furious. “You told Corey you’d apologize, and you’re sleeping? Taylor’s been defending you, and this is how you repay her? Get up!” Jesse’s stomach churns; her body convulses. She doubles over, gagging—but there’s nothing in her stomach to give. Mike sneers. “Still pretending? Think playing sick will save you?”

10) The Beginning of Payback

Her voice comes out hoarse and broken. “Let go. I can stand myself.” He does, grudgingly. His frown deepens—she’s burning up—but he dismisses it. After all, Taylor’s the one “who’s really been through hell.” He orders coldly, “Quit wasting time. Taylor’s waiting.”
Jesse steadies herself, eyes icy despite the fever. Once, she begged for their understanding. Now, she only needs their ignorance. Let them believe she’s weak. Soon enough, they’ll learn what true strength looks like. Rebirth has given her purpose—and this time, she won’t bow to anyone.