Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

SLOANE S POINT OF VIEW.

The arena wasn’t a lecture hall, nor was it a hall; it was a damn coliseum.

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Bright spotlights cut across the stage, glaring at me with the full force of their power, as they gild across the glossy floor with blinding light. A semicircle of leather-backed chairs faced the audience, with each nameplate gleaming gold, eagh contestant seated like they weren’t students but monarchs ready to spill

blood.

The children of the owners of conglomerates, political office holders, and a damn presidential candidate sat on the chairs lined out in the audience as they

awaited the start and finish of the show Lucien had decided last minute was needed to really, and I quote;

‘Shoot them in their fucking mouths.

The quiz competition wasn’t a tradition; it was a spectacle.

The first ever of this school, and I carried the weight of making this a win for myself and the scholarship kids on my shoulders. The whole school itself

packed into the auditorium, as students crammed shoulder-to-shoulder, with the phones out, as whispers ricocheted off the walls like bullets.

The horsemen and Lucien stood beside me as we stared ahead of the hall, facing everyone.

This would be war.

And I, Sloane Bishop, the charity case and scholarship nobody of the school filled with future billionaires, trillionaires, and empire holders, was the chosen

one.

Well, courtesy of my fake boyfriend.

Correction: I was targeted.

I remember the look on Roxanne’s face as Lucien announced after he walked us back into the office. It was nothing short of shock and anger as she looked

at Lucien with eyes narrowed into slits.

The principal and the panel had no choice in the matter, not when their king had fucking spoken his decree.

It was all because I wasn’t supposed to sit up here. Not when Roxanne, the head theerleader, heiress, former princess of Ravenscroft, and Lucien’s ex- shadow, sat three chairs down, while filing her French-tipped nails, and drumming like she already owned the crown of victor over me.

She’d probably thought I wouldn’t win. Not especially when the lineup was stacked with the school’s best: valedictorian hopefuls. The prodigy kids with their last names carved into skyscrapers, conglomerates, and even the very fabric of the nation’s history.

Me?

I got here because I fucking earned that damn scholarship, and nothing Roxannehispered would change that.

The principals voice boomed in the hall as it blasted across the speakers. “Tonight, the Ravenscroft Academic Decathlon, as the highest levels of logic, mathematics, chess, and literature, will put these students to the test. Excellence will speak for itself.”

Lucien turned to me in that moment, his hands on my shoulders as they gripped to me with a confidence that rubbed off on me. All of a sudden, I couldn’t see the horsemen, the students, the arena…it was just me and him as the world paused for us.

“Give them hell, sunshine. He whispered, and his arms went around my waist, before he pulled in, crashing my lips to his in a ferocious kiss that had the

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crowd going wild with shock.

I could hear people cheering, as we kissed– or rather, Lucien devoured my mouth as he always does.

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After what felt like hours, he pulled back to stare at me. His eyes lingered on my lips for a moment, as my chest heaved up and down, and my heart pounded in my ears. I could hear a buzz from somewhere. I couldn’t tell where it came from, but I could hear it as my veins charged up with what felt like electricity.

“Make us proud, Tiger. Theo’s voice cuts through the buzzing in my ears, diverting my focus from Lucien to him. He and the horsemen smirked at me,

adding tons to my confidence.

“We’ll be watching, Lucien said, but without him saying it, I knew he would.

And that gave me strength.

From the corner of my eye, I felt him.

Lucien, slouched in the front row, dressed in his black uniform with real gold buttons half undone. His hair falling into eyes made his face look like it had been carved from the Adonis’ workshop. He wasn’t supposed to care about something as boring as an academic tournament, but he was here.

Watching me.

No, not watching.

Hunting.

His gaze crawled over my skin with intensity, daring me to lose, daring me to make him proud.

To give them hell.

“Ready?” The moderator’s voice snapped me back to reality. I stared ahead, and the buzzer in front of me gleamed red, making my pulse spike in

anticipation.

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