Chapter 11!
The moment Zack me, his eyes widened in disbelief. He rubbed them as if trying to wake from a dream.
“You… you look just like you did ten years ago. No, you’re even more beautiful now…” His gaze drifted, landing on my wrist. “That bracelet…” he murmured.
It was the limited edition, seven hundred grand piece I’d always admired. After reclaiming my identity, I finally went and bought it because I could.
Honestly? I still really liked the design.
“It’s you?” His voice trembled. “What’s your connection to Diya?”
I tilted my head, a half–smile playing on my lips. “Take a guess.”
As the familiar energy sank in, realization hit him like a punch to the chest. He stared at me, wide–eyed. “You’re… Diya?“?
“Ding ding.” I said coolly. “Congratulations. You guessed right. But sadly, there’s no prize.”
“Please… I was wrong,” Zack blurted out, suddenly dropping to his knees on the pavement, begging. “For the baby’s sake… forgive me.” Zack was a wreck barely recognizable.
The other men from the Sneaky Affairs Club had turned on him. Some lost fortunes. Others, their status. And they needed someone to blame. They needed–someone to blame, someone to punish
Since Zack had turned powerless and alone, he became their perfect target.))
They broke him, quite literally. His limbs shattered, his pride stripped away. Now, he survived by begging on the streets. But it was far too
ate.
I looked down at him, voice steady, eyes cold, “Don’t forget We have nothing to do with each other. Don’t worry,” I said calmly. “I’ve already sent Teddy to a special care facility. Luckily, he’s not too far gone; he can still be raised.”
“You’re in no shape to be raising a child right now. So don’t even think about it.”
Zack clenched his jaw, his eyes flickering with something dark. Then, suddenly he lunged.
From the filthy, reeking sleeve of his tattered coat, he pulled out a knife. “You bitch, go to hell!”
But what he didn’t know was my true identity. I was not human. A succubus still belonged to the demon race.
I looked at him, a strange smile flickering across my lips, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes. Then, without a word, I turned and walked away, the sharp click of my heels echoing through the alley.
Behind me, Zack collapsed in a heap driven mad by fear, babbling nonsense to the shadows. I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile and pulled out my phone.
My phone screen lit up message after message flashing in rapid succession. All from a group chat called The Revenge Club.
It was full of women, all of them betrayed, all of them done being silent. There was Stella, right in the mix, sharing telltale signs of a cheating man like she was teaching a masterclass.
I glanced at the screen, a smirk tugging at my lips.
Seerned like the next game had already begun.
(The End)
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Series 4: Locked by the Campus Queen, Heiress in Disguise Chapter 18
Nadine Jones, the campus queen bee who somehow landed the wealthiest guy in Capital City, Francis Prescott, decided to make a big move by inviting everyone to the group chat.
The twist? She specifically singled me out, telling me I wasn’t welcome.
She announced: [Tomorrow, I’ll be serving tea to the Grandmatriarch of the Prescott family, on Francis’s behalf. Some people with ulterior motives should keep their distance. Now, we wouldn’t want to stir up any jealousy, would we?
That was it. My temper flared instantly, &
It all started with a photo.
Someone had taken a picture of me kissing Francis on the forehead, calling him a good boy.
Naturally, Nadine twisted it into yet another opportunity to accuse me of being the other woman‘ in their so–called flawless relationship. For two long years, she made sure everyone knew it
Still, I kept my composure. “I won’t be attending, even if invited. Francis is getting engaged, and I need to supervise.”
The next day, as I was enjoying a meal at the party, a group of women surrounded me.
“You can’t even let others live! Showing up here, trying to steal a man they shouted in accusation.
Their cruelty was unimaginable. They killed my cat, broke both my arms, and poured hot sauce over my legs. Then, they bound me and locked me in a dog cage.
Meanwhile, Nadine knelt in front of the Grandmatriarch’s empty seat. Her legs had given out from the extended kneeling, but she refused tp budge. She cried, begging the madam to appear and drink the tea she had prepared.
I struggled to hold back my pain. 8
“Sorry, sweetheart, I said through gritted teeth. I can’t drink tea with broken hands.
Serena’s POV!!
Francis Prescott, the business magnate, was now kneeling before me, his expensive suit rumpled, his usually sharp eyes downcast and full of pleading.
e can pay her
“My fiancée, Nadine Jones, is a woman of great manners and integrity. I’ve brought her here today to meet you respects, my lady. From now on, she will show you the same respect I’ve always shown you, as the Grandmatriarch of our family.
u so she ‘Great manners? Integrity? I bit back a laugh when I thought of Nadine’s smug face in the group chat.
Meanwhile, Francis’s grandfather, Edmund Prescott, who was graying with age, seemed to think he could unilaterally decide whom his grandson should marry.
He quickly dropped to his knees and said, “Your blessing is needed, Aunt. While she’s popular with the younger crowd, she’s not worthy to be a Prescott without it
The Prescotts weren’t to be messed with. Our family’s legacy, built upon strict rules and unwavering traditions, spanned over a century. Though I was young, I was the rightful heir to the Prescott lineage, entrusted with the family estate and the future of our family’s fate. Outside, Edmund might’ve been a highly respected member of the Prescots, but in my presence?!
He knelt
I smirked, motioning for him to rise. “It’s fine. Let things be as they are, Edmund “W})
You won’t let me attend the engagement party?!
Fine.
I wait and see how Nadine tries stepping into our family’s door.
Once they all respectfully backed off, I got a message.
It was from ‘Malcolm the Mutt:
[Babe, when are we going public? if you don’t make this official soon, I might just arrive at your door and demand an explanation! The Capital City was ruled by four major families known as The Elite Four each holding equal power. As they say, No rules, no progress. Malcolm Kentwood led The Elite Four, which included us, the Prescotts. Despite his imposing presence, his spoiled behavior made the situation feel like a clichéd dmma.
I couldn’t resist teasing him. Then come on over here
Just as I sent the message, my stomach growled.
I was hungry. I grabbed an appetizer and aimlessly wandered through the house.
The engagement party was set up in the side hall, with engagement trinkets neatly arranged. Dinner hadn’t started yet, and the guests hadn’t arrived, so everyone in the side hall was busy with their tasks.
I realized it was already past lunchtime when I entered the main hall. The lunch that should have been cleared away was still sitting there, untouched.
Right then, I realized nobody else would feel comfortable doing so if I didn’t eat first. So, I sat down and began to eat mattered
it as if nothing
But before I could even finish my
my second bite, someone slammed the back of my head. I barely stopped my
my face from crashing into the
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But before I could even finish my second bite, someone slammed the back of my head. I barely stopped my face from crashing into the
plate 8
A sharp, angry scream rang in my ears. “Scram, you disgusting beggar! I haven’t eaten yet, and you dare to sneak a meal, huh?”
I held my throbbing head and looked up, only to meet Nadine’s glare. She had no idea that the high–end custom dress she was wearing was the one I’d personally chosen for her, but her eyes were filled with nothing but contempt.
“My god, Serena, are you that desperate to mess things up? I told you not to come, yet here you are sneaking in and eating like you
u own the place!
