FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE 18+ のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.THE DEBATE.I took deep breaths as I paced up and down through my corridor. My thoughts drifted to the text I’d gotten last night while preparing for this debate.‘You’re in danger because of who you are.’I had another nightmare last night, too. This time, it was the entire school laughing at me as they threw rotten tomatoes at me. In that dream, even Lucien laughed along with them as he poured a bucket of expired milk all over me.My skin crawled with fear as I stopped my pacing. My chest constricted, and all of a sudden, I couldn’t fucking breathe again.What if I fail?What if my nightmare comes true?What if everyone truly starts hating me again?What if I fail?I missed my father, because I know he would have been here telling me everything would be okay. All I wanted to do was hide in a small circle and wait for the world to freeze over. I didn’t want to do this anymore…I just want to fucking quit it all.I would usually be confident, unafraid even, but

SERAPHINA’S POINT OF VIEW.“Yes, it will be done, father,” I whispered as I held the phone to my ear while trying to keep my breathing controlled. All I wanted to do for some reason was see that stupid descendant of Queen Victoria again.Ever since I had his tongue in my pussy, my mind hasn’t been the same way. I wanted more…and I hated the fact that I did.“Don’t disappoint me, Sera. Ace is already doing a fantastic job at making sure the plan stays in motion. I expect nothing less than excellence from you. Watch her, and make sure everything we want happens today. That sham of a debate must happen the exact way we planned. I won’t settle for anything less.”“Yes, Father. I won’t let you down.” I whispered, clutching the phone with tight fingers, as the sound of my heart pounding in my chest filled my ears.Thomp, thomp.“Sera.” He said, his voice suddenly calm, and almost…endearing. “Is everything okay? I hope you’re not... distracted.”My face went pale, as my blood ran cold in my

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.Panic flared in my chest as soon as Sloane fell into my arms. All I could picture was my mother, my sick, blood-coughing-up mother, in my arms as I held her.“Sloane!” I rushed out in fear, lifting her in my arms, before dashing out of the bathroom. I barely heard anything else behind me. The world had faded into a blur, and all I could do was try my best not to fucking scream. The second I got to my elite infirmary, I gently placed her on the bed and turned to my doctor.“Treat her, now!” I growled at him, my chest heaving as the panic I felt surged through me in full force.She’s not Alicia, Lucien…she’s not your mother. I whispered internally at myself, as I watched his expert, but shaky hands go over her. I barely felt the presence of anyone else in the room. All I could focus on was her, as my eyes zeroed in on my girl.‘Please, please be okay….please.’ I whispered like a fucking moron in my mind, my hands clenched into fists by my side.All I wanted to do

THEO’S POINT OF VIEW.I wasn’t listening to Lucien…not really anyway. Yeah, he was in the middle of going off on Roxanne, and declaring war on her entire fucking lineage, while declaring his claim over Sloane, while the world watched.But all I could focus on was her.Seraphina.Her dark hair fell to her back as she stood with tense shoulders, and her entire gaze was transfixed on Lucien. I watched as she bit her lip slightly, a sign of her tension as she clutched her school jacket in between her hands. The sight made my head bleed.From the second Lucien started going off, I watched with rapt attention every twitch of her lips, her hands, and the way her shoulders jerked now and then. I doubt she knew it was even happening, because all she did was stare at him.Lucien.I could see the faint tremor in her jaw, the paleness in her cheeks, the way her breath hitched every time Lucien said the name, Sloane. She didn’t look scared for Roxanne, rather, she looked spooked; almost….haunted.

THEO'S POINT OF VIEW.He stood over me with a belt in his hand and a sick smirk on his lips. I would take it, as long as he never touched my mother or sister ever again. But when I have enough power and evidence, I’ll have him sent off to a prison dark enough to contain his madness.“You want to play hero so bad, huh?” He mocked, before swinging the belt again. It hit me in my back, and again, I hissed internally, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing my grunts.“You claim I’m sick, but you’re wrong, boy.” He spat, swinging his hands like he was a fucking monarch. “I am a legacy, something the world will never forget. And you-“ He stopped, swinging his belt again until he heaved a sigh of exhaustion. “Will take over from me soon. You cannot afford to be so weak. Soon you’ll realise just how much fun this is. You will wear what I want, eat what I want, fuck who I want you to fuck, and you will do as I fucking want. It’s already in your blood, son. I see it, and soon, you’l