Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63

My heart beat almost exploded in my ears as I tried not to increase my pace; the eyes burned into my back as I walked, before rounding the hall.

The second I was sure they couldn’t see me anymore, I broke into a small run un I got to the bathroom.

My cereal from earlier this morning rushes up my throat as bile rises, and I empty the contents of my stomach down the toilet.

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My stomach coils with a sick feeling at the thought of hurting her. Her hurt eyes lash in my mind, forcing more food up my throat as I clutch the toilet bowl with tight fingers.

I groaned, clutching my stomach as I flushed.

“I don’t think I can do this, I muttered, speaking to myself as I walked to the wash basin. Turning on the water, I washed my face, splashing the ice-cold

water on it.

Staring at myself in the mirror, I fought tears as I thought back to the original plan.

‘Protect her, she’s the top priority.’

Sloane didn’t know it yet, but she has been a constant in my life, from the moment my father brought me from the orphanage. My life has been dedicated to

her, and anything concerning her.

The bathroom door opened, and footsteps echoed as heels clicked against the floor. I could smell her vanilla perfume as she walked in.

Stopping at my side, she wrapped a hand around my waist and whispered, “It’s gonna be okay.”

I looked at her with tear-filled eyes, as my lips wobbled up against the force of my composure. “I don’t think I can do this, Mom, I whispered.

Her eyes softened as she caressed my cheeks tenderly. “I know it’s hard, but this must be done. We have waited too long, and things have gotten out of control beyond what we can manage. If we wait even a moment longer, she’ll move further away from us.” She says, reminding me of the reason I was here.

“But what if Sloane remembers everything before it’s time. What if her memory comes back? We already sent her the threat to leave Lucien, or her father would lose his job, and that didn’t work. If anything, it pushed her further into Ravenscroft’s arms.”

She smiled, her eyes light with understanding, but I knew better. She had something up her sleeve, and when she released it, I hoped Sloane would survive

‘I expected it. It’s alright, there’s a plan B.” She says, pulling me to stand straight as my reflection stares back at me.

‘It’s your first day. I wouldn’t have you looking anything less than powerful. So in up, and face this head on.” She says, tilting my chin up

On instinct, I stood straight in front of the mirror and took in a couple of deep baths.

She stood beside me in silence as I did my exercise.

I opened my eyes and met her stare in the mirror. A smile pulled at her lips as she said, ‘I take it you’re good again.”

‘Yes, mother. I think I have to get to class. It is my first day after all.” I said as Iulled my lipstick from my skirt pocket.

Applying a retouch on my lips, I smiled at my image in the mirror, as the sight my true self was unveiled once more.

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That’s more like it She says, before heading out the door.

Mom? I call out, and she stops, waiting to hear what I have to say, but without urning to face me.

“Good luck with literature class.”

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FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.

Chapter 64

SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.

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The word fiancée echoes in my mind like poison, with the force of a million jolts each time I move. Im not safe in my dreams either, because all my mind

can conjure, even when I’m asleep, is Seraphina and Lucien getting married.

I had no idea why Eldric Ravesscroft would arrange a marriage for his son with a scholarship kid like me. It made no sense to me, no matter how much I

tried to think about it.

Seraphina’s voice sliced through my mind, at least five times every thirty minutes as her claim over Lucien sends a bitter taste in my mouth. Lucien’s mine, playing house…..every word she spoke regarding my boyfriend sent a pang of hu and jealousy to my heart.

And I hated it.

I hated her.

I can’t believe I ever smiled at her that day she and her uncle moved in. If I had known she was a bitch, I would have hosed her off my fucking lawn.

I hated how she fit easily into his world, how Lucien’s father handpicked her for him, but would never consider me a worthy woman at Lucien’s side. I hated

that I could picture her standing at his side.

Their engagement gala reminded me of one fact;

Lucien could never be mine, not in the way I wanted him to, at least. He would always belong to someone his father picked for him, and I would be cast away from his side.

I was the scholarship girl, the charity case, the girl with bad shoes and bad clothes. And now, I was the placeholder. Meant to be at Lucin’s side for as long

as she would allow.

It sent a sick feeling to my stomach.

My fingers curled around my books as I walked to literature class. Lucien’s presence barely registered in my mind as we walked side by side.

The horsemen walked behind us in silence. After we each witnessed what Seraphina did, the air has been tense. Especially from Theo.

He seemed to have taken her presence the hardest, which was weird, because that should have been Lucien and.

‘You’re spiraling, baby,” Lucien whispered beside me, grabbing my books with one hand as his other hand intertwined our hands. His voice cut in low and smooth as velvet. He walked so close to me that his presence sent a magnetic feel coursing through me.

Ever since we put this fake thing aside and started going out for real, he’s been thing but perfect for me. He’d sleep in my bed on most nights, after fucking me till I couldn’t breathe. Or I’d sleep in his room at the spot.

So far, I have loved every second with him.

‘I’m not, I muttered, even as my heart beat with jealousy.

His response was a smirk as he brushed his shoulder with mine. “Don’t lie to me unshine. I can smell your jealousy from a mile away.”

“Why shouldn’t I be? You heard her, she s your fiancée.” I shrieked, my response ing out too fast as my right hand clenched into a fist by my side.

He laughs, the sound dark and deeply amusing, like I’d told a funny joke. You think some silly deal with my father matters to me? He scoffs, his grip

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