Reborn at Eighteen The Billionaire's Second Chance novel Chapter 54

Madison stopped directly in front of my table. She was holding a

large cup of iced coffee. Condensation dripped down the sides,

leaving wet spots on the floor.

“You embarrassed Victoria,” Madison said. Her voice was light.

Conversational. “You made her look bad in front of her family. In

front of Sloane Kennedy.”

My hands curled into fists under the table. “Victoria embarrassed

herself. All I did was tell the truth.”

“The truth?” Madison tilted her head. “Is that what you call it?

Because from where I’m standing, you look like a desperate girl who

threw a tantrum when she didn’t get what she wanted.”

The other girls murmured agreement. One of them had her phone

out, recording.

I looked at the camera. Then back at Madison. “Put the phone away.”

“Or what?” Madison’s smile widened. “You’ll call the Vanes? Oh wait-

they already kicked you out, didn’t they? Guess you don’t have anyone

to run to anymore.”

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Something cold settled in my chest. Not fear. Something harder.

Sharper.

“I’m not running,” I said quietly. “Not anymore.”

Madison’s eyes narrowed. “You should be. Because this?” She gestured

around the empty classroom. “This is just the beginning. By the time

we’re done, you won’t have a single friend left in this school. Every

college rep at Founders‘ Day will know exactly what kind of person

you are. A liar. A slut. A nobody who tried to climb her way into a

family that never wanted her.”

My vision went white at the edges.

“Get. Out.”

Madison laughed. “Make me.”

She lifted her coffee cup. “Oops. My hand slipped.”

She tipped it forward.

I moved without thinking–shoved my chair back, grabbed my canvas

off the easel. The iced coffee hit the table where I’d been sitting,

splashing across my palette and supplies. Brown liquid dripped onto

the floor, mixing with paint water.

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Madison’s eyes went wide. Like she hadn’t expected me to move.

Around us, the other girls gasped. The one with the phone adjusted

her angle, making sure to capture everything.

I set my canvas down carefully. Walked toward the sink by the supply

closet.

“Elara-” Madison’s voice had lost some of its confidence. “Don’t do

anything stupid.”

I didn’t answer. I filled an empty plastic water bottle at the fountain.

Twisted the cap on tight.

When I turned around, all four girls had gone still. Watching me.

I walked back toward Madison. Slow and deliberate.

She took a step back. “This isn’t funny-”

“You’re right.” I stopped directly in front of her. “It’s not.”

I opened the bottle. Aimed. And poured.

Cold water cascaded over Madison’s head. She shrieked–a high, shocked sound–stumbling backward. Her designer Chanel blazer

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turned dark with water. Her carefully styled hair plastered to her face,

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