Semua Bab FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE: Bab 1 - Bab 10

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.Everyone says heartbreak feels like drowning.They were wrong.Mine felt like fire. Fire in my lungs, my chest, the back of my throat.Consuming, burning, hot. Matt, my best friend boy I've loved since forever, the boy I made cardboard cut-outs of, replaying the moment he'd ask me to be his finally, stands there, laughing with the girl who's made my life hell for two years that I have attended this school.He didn't just break my heart - he handed it to her on a platter of fucking gold. And now, they're kissing in the hallway like no one else exists - like I don't exist to him.I wasn't supposed to see it- I don't think anyone was supposed to. The hallway was quiet, too quiet, empty, but I turned the corner, and there he was.Laughing with her, his hands around her waist as he places his lips on her cheek.And my world-whatever little of it that was left-crashes, crumbles, under the weight of his betrayal.He chose her.The girl who sneers at my secondhand s

LUCIEN'S POINT OF VIEW.The engine purred beneath me like a beast restrained, its growl low and threatening as I leaned back against the leather seat of my Lamborghini. The early morning sun filtered through the tinted windshield, casting gold across the sleek black dash. But I wasn’t watching the road.I was watching her.Sloane.Curvy, scowling, stubborn Sloane—marching up the sidewalk like she was daring the universe to touch her. Her books clutched to her chest. Her yellow-dyed hair caught the light like fire. She didn’t know I’d been parked on this street for ten minutes.Correction: She didn’t know I’d been watching her every morning since the bet.Scratch that, every morning since she walked through the halls of Ravenscroft High.But today wasn’t just any morning.Today, we arrived.I rolled the window down slowly.“Sloane,” I called out.She stopped like someone had yanked her spine back. Her eyes locked onto mine with the precision of a sniper’s aim, her eyes wide in shock an

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.She walked ahead of me into the arts room, before turning so abruptly that I almost reeled back in shock. She looked at me with sharp eyes filled with what looked like concern and sympathy. I stepped toward her, but she didn’t move right away. Instead, her eyes met mine in a way that made my skin prickle; not with fear, but rather with the sense that she was weighing me out, and measuring something I couldn’t see.When she finally spoke again, her voice dropped low, meant only for me. It made me feel like someone was listening in on us from another part of the school. She leaned in as she stepped closer to me, so close that I could smell her strawberry cologne."Miss Bishop… in this school, not every crown is made of gold. Some are forged from iron. And iron… cuts deeper. Be careful, because if you keep playing with the crown, you'd be cut off from it sooner than you'd realise."Before I could ask what she meant, she turned on her heel and swept down the hall,

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. We'd stepped out into the sharp evening air, and my phone buzzed in the pocket of my jeans. I pulled it out to see a notification in the school's gossip column. With one glance at the screen, my stomach flipped, and I did somersaults, backflips, and all sorts of exercises, as my food came back up. The boutique clerk hadn’t wasted a second; the picture was already on the school's gossip feed, with the caption in bold black print: “Ravenscroft’s New Queen?” In the photo, Lucien and I stood facing each other, my red dress painted like sin under the boutique lights while I was still dressed in it, and the second was at the desk where Lucien collected the dress. Judging by the flood of comments already pouring in, neither did anyone else. There was also a picture of the boutique's logo on the front page. Everyone in school would know by now, or at least tonight, that Lucien had taken me shopping. Roxanne's comment below sent both a smile and a chill up my spin

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.A few weeks after that day, I got to truly know what it meant to fully play the role of Lucien's girlfriend. People stopped being so mean to me, or at least a few of them did; some wanted to be my friend, and the other two scholarship kids in this school decided I was no longer a wallflower.It had been overwhelming to say the least, but for some reason, I preferred this to the long years of being bullied by the school's elite students.I walked down the halls after statistics class and made my way to the cafeteria, but I stopped at my locker so I could drop my books.By this time, the lunch bell had rung, and my locker felt like the safest place in the school. Too bad Lucien Ravenscroft doesn’t care about safety.“Move,” he says to a guy beside me and steps into my space like it belongs to him.And, technically, he does. Everything in the school would eventually belong to him, that was if it didn't already belong to him. We were finally instructed to treat the