003: Fear A Woman Scorned

~~Abigail Darlington~~

“It’s been two weeks, Darling, you can’t live like this.” Jade sighed, and I winced. Feeling bad for being an inconvenience. “Don’t even go there, you do not inconvenience anyone. I just hate seeing you like this. We both do.”

Chiara bounced her head, her curls of light and dark pink flew back and forth. “We’re really worried. You can’t skip your class with Elio. He’s just one person out of fifty. You need that class to pass. You also need to sign up for your other classes. You have to keep on living. I get dumped all the time, and you don’t see me moping.”

Jade groaned and shook her head. “Firstly, you get dumped because you’re always hitting on straight, taken girls. Promising them futures you don’t intend to make happen. Secondly, I’ve seen you mope a lot.”

Chiara waved her off with dismissal. “Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t mope. And I date trapped women who need saving.”

I rolled my eyes at that, and Chiara grinned.

“There’s my girl.”

“I’m sorry.” I apologized. “I’ve just...”

I’ve been stalking Elio’s social. He didn’t block me there. Which jade pointed out meant he wanted to flaunt his new relationship, and boy, did he flaunt. Every single one of his followers saw his ‘upgrade’. He posts about Chelly every single day. About how she rescued him from mediocrity.

People congratulate him. They actually praise him for dumping me. For cheating on me.

I let out a long breath. “I’ve been watching. I went to my Algebra class today, and this group of girls was pointing and laughing at me. They've clearly seen Elio's very public post. He had one of me saying old news, then another with Chelly.” He couldn't just dump me quietly and move on. He wanted to rub it in. Add salt to my wounds.

“Maybe they were laughing because you’re dressed like death,” Jade says, and I shrank into my chair. She’s always blunt. And I envy that. She can say what she wants, when she wants. People can't stay mad, her pretty privilege is unmatched. She’s stunning with dark skin, a full head of afro, and a fashion sense that puts everyone else to shame. Everything she wears is made by her.

Yes, she made her own jeans. She designed all her clothes before coming to uni. I live in sweat pants and anything baggy to hide my body. That’s just what I do.

I don’t think I’m that big. I’m a bit on the chubby side, but not by much. Well, compared to Chelly Anderson, I’m practically a whale.

“Darling, enough with the self-pity. Elio dumped you,” she yelled. The cafe continued to buzz around us. No one cared. Everyone had a reason for being here, and I was the last thing on their mind.

“I know. I just don’t know how to move past this. I keep wanting to text him. To hear his voice. Then I see those text messages. He said things, Jade. Things I never thought he could say.”

Jade huffed. “Then don’t get over it, get even.”

Both Chiara and I stared at her. “HUH?”

“You heard me. That bastard upgraded, apparently, by cheating and choosing a woman who spent months tearing apart your already fragile self-worth.”

I pouted. “Thanks, I love you too.”

She winked and put on a smile. “I’m saying, get even. Darling, get your revenge. Change from these clothes, get hotter, maybe fuck one of those A-class assholes he calls his friends who claim to hate you but check out your ass.”

They did what now?

“Get even.”

I thought about it. Get revenge? Hurt him just as much as he hurt me?

“I’m a low-class omega, Jade. I can’t fix that.”

“So, Patty Lansy is a C-class omega, and she’s a governor." She's also from a wealthy family with enough connections to put any other family to shame. "You’re smart, and goddamn beautiful, Darling. Elio is counting on you staying miserable and weepy forever so he can feel like he won. You can be a C-class omega, but an S-tier hotty. You just need to dress the part. Think about it, Darling. Aren’t you angry? That asshole is probably telling people how sad you are. How you begged to be his when we know he begged you to date him. Doesn’t that piss you off? He’s rewriting history because his stepmommy’s got money.”

I thought about her words carefully. The sadness was slowly turning to rage. She’s right. He’s gloating and getting praise from people who only know his side. They don’t know the times he cried because I had to stay at the hospital with my mom for days. How he blew up my phone with texts.

They only know the cool guy version he’s telling them. Because his father fucks a billionaire? No hate to her, but fuck him.

I fixed my eyes into a glare. “I need a makeover. Maybe a gym routine. I need to get hot.”

And you know what? I will fuck someone. He’s the one who’s been holding me back. He’s only at this school because his stepmother owns it. Not because of his brain. I’ve helped him through each class because he was always too tired to pay attention. He only worked hard during exams when I couldn’t be there. And even then, he got a C at most. Never higher than that.

He thinks he’s the prize?

Fuck him.

“Oh boy, Jade, you’ve pissed her off.” Chiara tsked, but I ignored it. A plan was forming in my head.

“You don’t need a gym routine, girl. You should see your body in better clothes, your hair when taken care of, you’re hot, Darling. I don’t lie about looks.”

True. She’s too honest for that.

“Okay. Then you help me.”

She snapped her fingers, and her face lit up. “Yes. You are going to wreck him when you see him.”

“I want to sleep with someone, too. I can do it. I want someone better than him. Better than an A-class alpha.”

Chiara raised her left eyebrow. “Do you know any S-class alphas?” she said jokingly, but I do know some.

It finally hit me. The best way to hurt Elio.

“Uh-oh, I was kidding. Don’t get that look.”

There are three S-class alphas roaming the university. Because of how rare S-class are, some people go their whole life without ever meeting one.

The chances of an S-class not being a Xevier wolf are low. Xevier’s are a different breed of wolf. They’re us but better by a million. They’re dangerous to be around. Commanding egomaniacs that can wipe a nation overnight.

Lucky for us, they love to live alone, so seeing them isn’t easy. Fortunately for me, I know three.

Well, I’ve never met them, but before Elio moved to Florence, he used to visit his stepmother once a month. He talked about his three stepbrothers. Because they’re older, they don’t pay any attention to him. Treating him and his father like a phase their mother will get over.

He hates them with passion. He can’t be anything great as long as they exist. His father started comparing him to them. Mentioning that despite being nepo babies with more money than anyone could ever have, they’re also hard workers who are making a name out of their father’s lineage.

The Amoretti Empire.

Elio told me never to speak to them or look them up, so I never did. I’ve only ever heard bad things about them from him.

I’m not something they’d want, but damn it, the idea is in there now, and I can’t get it out. I want to hurt him. And if I can sleep with just one of them, Elio will be sick. He’ll never smile at another person again. He’ll come crawling to me, and I’ll toss him to the side.

Forget being sad, Jade was right. I need to get even.

Besides, this won’t be suspicious. I needed to sign up for two of their classes anyway. I was looking for ways to avoid it because Elio looked uncomfortable when I told him about it.

One of his stepbrothers teaches Wolf History. As someone studying Instinct mastery and control, I need this class.

And Primal ethics, which another one of his step brothers teach.

The third one teaches physical education and wolf transformation. I don’t need either class. Primal ethics makes up for the wolf transformation, but I’m going to sign up regardless.

I need to make sure I stand a chance of getting at least one of them to want me.

“She’s not sad anymore. Wow.” Chiara commented, and Jade laughed.

“That’s good. Revenge is always good.”

I nodded in agreement. It will be. I might not have the confidence, but I’ll fake it. I will have my revenge. Elio will pay for ever flaunting his infidelity in my face.