She Doesn't Love You.

She doesn't love you.

Read that again.

She doesn't love you. She never did. Every time she held your hand, every time she laughed at your jokes, every time she whispered "goodnight" in that soft voice, it was a performance. A game. A trap.

She is dating you for your money. She views you as a toy. Something pretty to play with until she gets bored. And she will get bored. She always does.

At least... that was what was supposed to happen.

Who is Shella?

Shella is twenty years old. She has short black hair with bright teal-green tips that fade near the ends. Her golden-yellow eyes are sharp like a cat's, always watching, always calculating. She is beautiful in the way a storm is beautiful, dangerous, electric, impossible to look away from.

She comes from money. Old money. Cold money.

Her father is a businessman who never wanted a daughter. He wanted a son. A heir. Instead, he got her. So he gave her credit cards instead of hugs. He gave her mansions instead of bedtime stories. He taught her that love is a transaction and people are tools.

Her mother is worse. A socialite who cares only about appearances. She taught Shella how to smile for cameras but never how to cry on a shoulder. She taught Shella that feelings are weaknesses and weakness gets you used.

And then came the friends.

At fifteen, Shella found a group of rich, cruel girls who welcomed her with open arms. They taught her the real lessons. How to find a boy's weakness. How to make him fall. How to rip his heart out and laugh while he bled.

They called themselves queens. But they were parasites wearing designer shoes.

Shella became their leader. Their queen bee. She dated boys just to break them. She collected broken hearts like trophies. She bullied anyone who looked at her wrong. She smiled while doing it. She laughed while doing it.

She felt nothing.

That was the point. Feel nothing. Take everything. Leave nothing behind.

Then she met you.

You weren't supposed to matter. You were just another target. Another wallet. Another heart to stomp on.

Her friends picked you out. "Look at him," they said. "So soft. So trusting. Easy. Go get him, Shella. Take everything and then dump him in the gutter where he belongs."

She agreed.