My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 184

My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy

Chapter 184 Watching Her Mean Video Online

The heavy fist struck the door for the third time, shaking the frame on its hinges.

I stood in the dark living room. My bare feet felt cold against the faded rug. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the frantic rhythm of my pulse. I walked toward the entryway. I reached for the brass deadbolt. I twisted the lock and pulled the heavy wood open, bracing

myself for the threat on the other side.

A man in a damp blue postal uniform stood on the concrete porch. He did not belong to the school administration. He did not belong to the Steinmann corporate security team. He held a thick cardboard envelope in his left hand and a digital scanner in his right.

“Raisa Petrova?” he asked. His tone sounded bored, entirely disconnected from the chaos destroying my life. “Certified delivery. I need a

signature.”

“Who is the sender?” I asked. My throat felt dry.

“Return address says Crestview Preparatory,” he replied. He held out the digital scanner. “Sign on the glowing green line.”

I stepped onto the threshold. The cold spring rain blew onto the porch, misting my face. I took the plastic stylus from his hand. I signed my name. My fingers shook, making the letters jagged and uneven.

He handed me the cardboard envelope. “Have a good day.”

“You too,” I whispered.

He turned around and walked back to his white mail truck parked at the curb.

I pushed the front door shut. I locked the deadbolt. I looked down at the package in my hands. The official Crestview Prep seal sat stamped in the top left corner. The administration did not wait for the standard mail cycle. They sent the formal notice of the disciplinary hearing via expedited courier. The school board wanted to sever ties with the East Side charity case before the week ended.

I did not open the flap. I knew the contents. I walked into the kitchen and set the envelope on the chipped formica table, right next to my empty ceramic mug. The physical proof of my ruin sat in the center of my home.

I walked back down the narrow hallway. I entered my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the unmade mattress.

The silence in the small house felt different now. It did not feel safe. It felt like a holding cell. I survived the brutal walk down the A-wing corridor. I survived the principal’s sterile office. But the real execution did not happen within the brick walls of the campus.

The execution happened in the cloud.

My cell phone sat face down on the wooden desk. A faint buzzing sound vibrated against the wood. The noise stopped, then started again a few seconds later in a relentless, punishing rhythm.

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I wanted to leave the device alone. I wanted to pack my bags, grab my mother, and drive far away from this town. I wanted to forget the

affluent elite existed.

The phone stopped buzzing. A second later, a loud, sharp ringtone filled the room. An incoming call.

A morbid curiosity gripped my chest. I stood up. I walked to the desk and picked the phone up. The screen displayed an unknown number.

I swiped the green icon and brought the glass to my ear.

“Did the mail truck arrive yet? Chloe Vance asked.

Her voice sounded bright and cheerful. The fake sweetness dripped through the speaker, laced with pure venom.

“What do you want, Chloe?” I asked. I gripped the edge of the wooden desk to keep my knees from giving out.

“I wanted to check on my favorite charity case, Chloe replied. “The board convened an emergency meeting this morning. My mother sits on the parent committee. She said they expedited the formal suspension notices. I assumed you received yours by now.”

“You leaked the contract,” I said. “I failed the midterms to protect his record. I gave you the top rank. You sent the files to the board

anyway. You lied to me.”

“I secured my future, Chloe corrected. “You possessed the Valedictorian spot. You posed a threat. I removed the threat. Do not act like a victim, Raisa. You signed the fake document. I just shared it with the class.”

“You destroyed my mother’s dream. She scrubs dishes for minimum wage to keep me in that school.”

“Take the tragic sob story somewhere else, Chloe sneered. The cheerfulness vanished, leaving cold, hard malice. “You tried to play our game. You thought a fake contract with Ryder Steinmann made you untouchable. You paraded around the winter formal in a designer gown. You forgot your place.”

I never forgot my place.”

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