Owned By The Celebrity King

"Check out what your sis and boyfriend are doing behind your back."

The message popped up on my phone as I unlocked it.

Beneath the text was a video file. My fingers hesitated for a moment before I tapped it.

My breath caught in my throat as the faces on the screen became clear.

Ethan. My boyfriend. And Samantha. My sister.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips. I'm not surprised. Not really. Somewhere deep down, I had always known this was coming.

But knowing didn't make it hurt any less.

Ethan was one thing, but my younger sister, Samantha.

She had always been that way, wanting what belonged to me.

My clothes, my friends, my attention and now my boyfriend.

She was still trying to get revenge for a mistake I made a few years ago.

My father's voice echoed in my mind.

"Clara, before you turn twenty five, you must get married and prepare to take over the company and if you fail Samantha will inherit everything."

And now, the person I'd thought loved me for two years was on the verge of falling for that same sister of mine.

My eyes scanned around, students were whispering about something.

Phones raised like they were watching a live movie.

The hallway was filled with students.

The air smelled of a mixture of different cologne.

People's gazes fell on me as I walked past.

Stares weren't new to me, but this time they felt heavier, the girls were also staring.

My breath hitched. Why were they staring so hard at me?

Some whispered. Others stared at their screens, pretending not to look at me while clearly doing exactly that.

I held my hand bag tightly and raised my head up ignoring their looks.

"Oooh the campus president dumped her filthy ass." A girl suddenly screamed out.

I turned my back and noticed it was one of the new students among a group of girls.

I screwed up my face to a frown and stared back hard at her and her friends.

Ethan was the campus president and I needed no one to tell me they were talking about me.

"You just need to take heart" Another one of them.

My nose flared as I clutched tight my fist. What the hell were they talking about?

"Clara..is it really true?" I suddenly heard Ivy's voice as she walked towards me.

Ivy, she was my best friend and room mate, the one that understood everything about me.

The one that always made me laugh even when I didn't want to smile.

My brows drew together. "What's true?" I asked, looking at her.

"This." She said, moving her phone close to my face.

I froze, as a video played on her phone. It was a video of Samantha and Ethan.

The one I'd planned but tried to hide from others.

But now everyone knows Ethan cheated on me with my own sister.

I let out a little gasp as humiliation flushed through me.

Everywhere went dead silent. I knew they were waiting for my response.

I took in a deep breath, tears prickling at the corner of my eyes.

I sniffed. I wasn't going to let anyone see I was broken.

I quickly blinked back the tears and stormed out of the hallway without looking back at anyone.

Samantha had played her game in two ways this time.

My head ached terribly as I hurried to my dorm.

My hand hovered on the door knob as I turned it open.

I staggered back and shut the door behind me.

My eyes landed on Emile sitting on her bed.

She was my second roommate and one of the hottest baddies on campus.

We'd all play and talk whenever we came back for lectures after each day.

But today I don't think anyone is in the mood for that.

"Tell me this isn't true, Clara." Emile voiced out.

"Just let me be, please." I replied.

I threw my hand bag on the mini table and sank into the bed.

The tears I had been fighting back fell freely now.

My eyes fixed on the white ceiling.

My chest tightened painfully as I buried my face into the pillow.

How long had he lost his love for me?

Days?

Weeks?

Maybe months.

A shaky breath escaped my lips as memories of Ethan flooded my mind one after another.

The way he used to hold my hand under the table during lectures.

The way he'd kiss my forehead and promise me he would never hurt me.

The late night calls.

The "I love you" texts.

All lies.

I let out a bitter scoff and wiped my tears angrily.

Maybe I was the fool for believing someone like Ethan could actually stay loyal.

He was handsome, popular, rich, every girl on campus wanted him. Yet he chose me.

Or at least I thought he did.

My fingers curled tightly around the bed sheets.

And Samantha...

My own sister.

A painful memory suddenly flashed through my mind.

I was sixteen when Samantha stole my favorite dress before a school party because she wanted attention from the boy I liked then.

She'd smiled innocently after getting caught, acting like she had done nothing wrong.

That was Samantha.

Always pretending.

Always jealous.

Even our father noticed it sometimes, though he never said much.

I shut my eyes tightly.

A soft sigh pulled me out of my thoughts.

I glanced sideways and saw Emile staring at me with concern written all over her face.

"I can help you expose them publicly," she suddenly said.

I blinked and slowly sat upright. "What?"

Her lips curled slightly. "Come on, Clara. You're the daughter of one of the wealthiest men in the city. You really think you should be crying over trash?"

A weak laugh escaped my lips despite everything.

Emile stood up from her bed and walked toward me.

"You know what's crazy?" she continued.

"Everyone thinks you're the victim right now."

I frowned. "Because I am."

"No." She shook her head slowly. "Victims stay broken. But girls like you? You destroy people."

Her words settled heavily inside my chest.

Destroy people.

I looked down at my trembling hands.

Could I really do that?

Could I become cruel enough to hurt

Ethan and Samantha the same way they hurt me?

The image of them together flashed across my mind again.

The secret touches.

The smiles.

The betrayal.

My jaw tightened instantly.

Yes.

If that was what it took.

I swallowed hard. Not for the sake of cheating nor betrayal but for the sake of humiliation.

I'd make sure I pass my revenge on Ethan and Samantha.

Even if it destroyed me completely.