DISBELIEF

Lena's POV.

"This is the sixth time this week that your dad suddenly wants to see you. Didn't you mention that he traveled or something?" I asked, and Donald froze before suddenly bursting into laughter, scratching his hair.

"Really? Well, he is back. Sorry, I forgot to let you know." Donald apologized and I just smiled.

He was so cute when he acted like that. My boyfriend, the love of my life.

"It's cool. Run along now, you don't want to keep him waiting." I nudged him with my arm and he grinned, leaning forward to give me a kiss on the lips.

I reciprocated, and soon enough, he had me pressed against my locker, his hands roaming my body till he got to my ass and squeezed it.

I moaned into his mouth but stopped him when he started trailing kisses all over my face, down to my neck.

He raised his eyebrows in confusion and I was about to talk when his phone rang. Probably his dad, because he immediately let go of me, picked up his things, and literally ran out of here without a goodbye.

I pouted, then shrugged and took out my comb to straighten my hair as I stared at the tickets lying on my textbook.

Today was our anniversary, two years since we had been dating, and I got us tickets to go see his favorite show, which was also coming out today, but it seemed he had more important things to do.

Funnily, I also planned on losing my V-card to him today. I mean it's why I stopped him earlier, during our make-out session.

I didn't want it to be in a locker room.

I was heading to my car when I saw the most annoying creature, standing in front of it.

"What do you want?" I frowned at Griffin Walker, the school, cherished hockey player and Donald's greatest rival on the field.

Donald never failed to let me know how much Griffin tried to bully him just because his family owns almost half the country, and I believe my boyfriend, because Griffin makes my life a living hell too.

"Well, well, well, isn't it my ex-fiancée?" Griffin mocked, a dark glint that never failed to send shivers down my spine, appearing in his eyes again.

"Can you please get out of my way?" I pleaded with a fake smile, although I was boiling within.

I also wanted to punch the smug look off his face.

"Oh come on, don't be mean." He winked and I gritted my teeth against one another.

"By the way, where is your handbag?" He questioned and I furrowed my brows, confused.

"My handbag?" I repeated and he nodded.

"You know, the guy you broke off our engagement for." He explained and I glared.

"Don't you ever call him that," I warned and he smirked, moving closer to me.

"You know, I think you should watch him more. He is not the sweetheart, you think he is." Griffin leaned to whisper into my ear, and I scoffed.

"Well, I don't care. At least he isn't a Casanova, like you." I retorted and Griffin's jaw tightened.

He looked like he wanted to kill me but just shrugged.

"Well, I warned you." He said and left me abruptly.

I stood there frozen, his words swirling in my mind but then decided to snap out of it as I opened my car door and got in.

Griffin would say anything to mess with my head, he has been doing that since I refused to marry him.

I am probably the first girl to ever reject him and he wants to get his revenge.

"What a prude!" I muttered under my breath, about to drive to my apartment in town when I remembered that Dad sent me a text while I was in class.

He wanted me to help him pick some important documents from his safe.

I don't know why he didn't ask Xenia to do it though. She was literally his wife.

"Maybe because all she cares about is going on shopping sprees and expensive trips." My wolf, Chole, answered my thoughts, and I giggled.

"You know it's funny, she used to be your best friend." Chole pointed out and the smile wiped off my face immediately.

I did not want to remember that.

I parked in the garage and noticed the house seemed silent. I walked in, noticing no butler, chef, or servants scurrying around as usual.

That was weird. 

I walked up the stairs, wondering why the house was so deserted and also having this ominous feeling, that something was wrong.

I took a deep breath, about to go in the direction of Daddy's study when I heard a loud moan and stood still.

'What was that?' I pondered as I turned around and walked towards Dad's bathroom, my lips parting in shock as I heard another moan.

I clenched my hands into fists, my eyes twitching as anger brewed in me.

How dare Xenia? I would recognize that voice anywhere.

Dad was surely at the office so do not tell me, this whore was cheating.

I kicked the door open and barged in, startling them as I grabbed the vase on the table beside me, about to throw it at Xenia, when my heart skipped a beat at who I saw.

His eyes widened in panic as he tried to cover his hardened dick with the duvet, exposing Xenia who was butt-naked and covered in his semen.

The vase dropped from my hand to the ground, making a loud noise as it shattered, while I stood there, shaking my head in disbelief.

It couldn't be. 

I was hallucinating, I had to be.

I blinked repeatedly to be sure but all I could still see was Donald trying to wear his clothes.

"Lena, it's not what you think." He tried pleading while Xenia stood up, to wrap a coat around her.

"Shut up Donald. It was time she knew the truth." She said calmly, turning to face me as the side of her lips curled, just like that day, when she betrayed my trust.

Before I could stop myself, I burst into laughter, startling all of them, especially Xenia, who began to tremble as I grabbed the fruit knife from the tray of fruit and advanced towards her.

"First, you stole my father from me, and now, my boyfriend?" I half-yelled and Xenia rolled her eyes, trying not to look scared.

"It's not my fault they all prefer me over a nerd." Xenia snorted and I dropped the knife, shaking from too much anger.

"Let me out, Xenia. Let me handle this." Chole raged.

My heart tightened in pain as tears stung my eyes. I wasn't a murderer but I was gonna teach her a lesson.

I grabbed one of her heels and hit her on the head with it. Her jaw dropped as she screamed in pain, looking at me in shock as blood trickled from the cut on her head.

"I am going to ruin that scheming face you are so proud of, then we will see who wants you." Chole roared as I allowed her to take over completely.

I still had emotions for Xenia, but she didn't; she completely hated her, so she would seek justice for me.

I was tired of being a pull-over. I raised the heels up, about to strike Xenia again when I felt a stinging pain rip through me from behind.

I stifffened, coughing out blood as I turned to see Donald plunging the knife I had dropped into me, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.

"I am sorry, L-lena." He stuttered.