My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 219

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I held the stark white papers in my hands. The edges felt sharp against my skin. The glow of the small desk lamp illuminated the dense

blocks of printed text.

I stared at the wire transfer receipt. Five thousand dollars. Chloe Vance authorized the payment on a Tuesday afternoon. The digital footprint sat right there, complete with timestamps and IP addresses. Hugo pulled the encrypted data from the school server and handed

us the ultimate weapon.

I traced the black ink with my index finger.

The power in my hands felt immense. It felt intoxicating. For four years, the affluent elite controlled the narrative. They dictated the rules of the hallways. They parked their expensive cars in the best spots and bought their way out of consequences. They used their immense wealth to crush anyone who stood in their path. Chloe used that exact power to corner me. She weaponized a fake dating contract. She forced me to butcher my own biology and calculus exams.

Now, the tables turned.

I possessed the power to destroy her. One single email to Principal Miller. One physical copy dropped onto the mahogany table of the school board. That was all it required.

The Crestview administration possessed strict policies regarding academic fraud. If a student hired a ghostwriter for an Ivy League entrance essay, the punishment was automatic expulsion. The board would strip Chloe of the Valedictorian rank. They would notify the Princeton admissions office. Her acceptance letter would vanish. Her pristine reputation would shatter into a thousand unrecoverable

pieces.

She would become a pariah in the hills.

“We have her,” Ryder said.

He stood near the closed bedroom door. He kept his arms crossed over his chest. His damp black t-shirt clung to his broad shoulders. He watched my face, waiting for the relief to wash over my features. He spent the night tracking down Hugo in the dark, calling in old debts, and securing this file. He fought to bring me justice.

‘She paid a company to write her personal struggle,” I whispered. The sheer arrogance of the transaction made my stomach turn. “She stole a spot from a student who actually worked for it.”

“She is a fraud, Ryder agreed. His voice carried a cold, lethal edge. “Take the folder to the administration building tomorrow morning. Hand it to Miller. The tribunal gets canceled. You take your top rank back by default. The board will be too busy managing the Vance scandal to care about our dating contract.”

I looked up from the pages. I met his hazel eyes.

He offered me a clean exit. He offered a massive shield. If I used this file, the fear stopped. I did not need to stand on a stage on Friday

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morning. I did not need to face the entire science faculty. The threat against the B-wing vanished. Chloe lost all her leverage the second

these papers hit the principal’s desk.

I looked back down at the printed wire transfer.

The temptation pulled at my chest. The urge to strike back burned hot and bright. Chloe mocked my neighborhood. She insulted my

mother’s uniform. She sent Trent Lawson to humiliate Ryder in that auto garage. She pushed us to the very edge of the cliff. Pushing her

off felt like justice.

But a cold, heavy weight settled in the pit of my stomach.

I looked at the neat stack of handwritten index cards resting on the corner of my desk. I looked at the thick biology textbook sitting on

the floorboards.

I spent thousands of hours studying complex cellular structures. I memorized historical dates and calculus formulas until my eyes stung. I earned my perfect grade point average through sheer, relentless grit. I built my entire identity on the belief that raw intellect and hard

work mattered more than a massive bank account.

If I walked into the administration office and handed them a stolen server log, how did I win the crown?

I did not win it with my mind. I won it with blackmail.

I cannot use this,” I said.

The words hung in the quiet bedroom. The sound of the rain hitting the windowpane filled the silence.

Ryder dropped his arms. He took a step toward the desk. Confusion tightened his sharp jawline.

“What do you mean?” Ryder asked. He pointed at the manila folder. “The proof is flawless. Hugo verified the IP addresses. The tech firm cannot deny the server logs. It is a guaranteed kill shot, Raisa.”

“It is blackmail,” I countered. I kept my voice steady. I dropped the papers back onto the desk. “It is the exact same tactic she used against me in the cafeteria. She found a secret, and she used it to force a surrender. If I take this file to Miller, I am playing her game. I become

her.

Ryder planted his hands on the edge of the desk. He leaned closer. The golden fire in his eyes flared, fueled by a fierce, protective

instinct.

“She did not play fair, Ryder argued. His tone grew harsh. She put me in metal handcuffs today. She threatened Hugo and Sofia. She promised to release a file to destroy the scholarship kids. You cannot fight a toxic system with honor. You have to use their weapons

against them.”

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