Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42

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The final round: came about, and it was the one field I was lacking in; Mental combat. A debate.

Roxanne would be patricipating in this round, a feat she pushed for with a smug mirk on her face. Probably because she thought she would win over me;

afterall, the entire school k new how bad I was at the damn thing.

She turned to the crowd, with her voice filled with even venom, it almolst made the air taste bitter,as she spoke at full volume.

“Ladies, and gentlemen,. this school was built on legacy, and three other things.

Money, power, heritage.

Without those, you don’t belong here.” She tilted her chin toward me with a condescending glare, as the crowd practically ate out of her hand, reminding me that even if they had cheered me on earlier, they didn’t have my interests at heart. When push comes to shove, they would always choose their own, over a charity case. “Scholarships are charity. A way to feel generous while the real players run the world. Noblese Oblige, you might call it. But let’s call a spade, a fucking spade. This is an attempt to let the children of janitors, employees, know that we’re their future bosses. They respect us here, and we decide whether or not to let them clean our shoes. That will never change, not even if Sipane paraded herself as the new arm candy of Lucien Ravenscroft.”

The audience murmured agreement, as some of then nodded, while a majority filmed this moment. She went back to her seat, and it was my turn to speak.

To deliver somethin that would get me a win over her, and every one of them.

I rose slowly, trying to ignore the heat crawling through me. My voice sliced through the air, in a steady and cutting crescendo.

“You think legacy makes you powerful? It doesn’t. It makes you dependent. You inherit empires built by people stronger than you. You sit on thrones you didn’t even earn. I figh, fought, and am still fighting for every inch of ground I stand on. And when someone like me wins, especiallly against people like you, it means your legacy was never enough to stop me.”

At that, I am met with complete silence.

Then, in an insttant, it was an eruption, as everyone’s cheers, gasps, applause thunderd in the hall, threatening to being the building down as the floors

shook.

Everyone hooted, and I turned to him, hooing and waiting for his approval. Lucie stood, clapping in a, slow, deliberate way as he stood beside the horsemen, the atter who cheered like rambunctious teenagers they were.. His smirk was lethal, as his eyes locked in on me with eyes shining with pure

pride.

The bell rang. “And the winner is; Bishop!!!” The principal’s voice bommed, and I felt was a flush of emotions.

Pride, Honour. Joy.

But above all, I’d felt fulfilled; because I finally proved them all wrong, and I dit without having to kiss or hold Lucien’s hand while they all watched.

Roxanne sat frozen, with her smile cracking, as she gripped ontpo her seat in so much anger, her french tipped nail broke. Matt looked gutted, as he sat

beside her. His eyes ran over mine as he stared at me with a mox of shock, and anger.

And me? I stood in the center of that arena, with my heart hammering, and fire ting me alive.

The sound of Lucien’s footsteps over that of their cheers echoed in my ears, as stated at him as he walked towards me,

He stopped when he stood in front of me, deleting any form of space between us as he whispered so low I almost didn’t catch it;

‘Queens truly conquer, Mrs Ravenscroft.”

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FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.