Lethia's POV.
I detest her. I despise her from top to bottom; she's annoying! She steals everything I want, including being the best, most popular female, and smartest student at our institution. I want to grab her hair and toss her on the roof of the school.
She always excels in school; she can answer all the questions. Even if I did my best to surpass her, I always failed.
"How long will you be just a second option, Lethia?!" Mom exclaimed and threw the card I showed her in my face after I told her that Cbiara got the highest score. I closed my eyes and adjusted my eyeglasses. I bit my lower lip so I wouldn't get emotional. "Why can't you be on top of her, Lethia? There is no dolt in this family, Lethia! Stop that fvcking vlog or I'll destroy your camera!" She threatened me and after that she just left like she was done to me.
My parents always aimed high in school, every member of our family was always excellent and always led. However, when it's my turn, I become second. Is it my fault?
I did everything; I even always got two hours of sleep just to study, ten times more than my blockmates. Is it my fault if someone is better than me?
Darn it! This is Cbiara Blair Ashton's fault! I really hate her so much!
***
"Why her?" I complained to Mrs. Servania. Now, I just know that Cbiara Blair would be their contestant for the quiz bee and then what? They're replacing me with the thing that I'm good at."I mean, it's my field; that's mine; that's where I'm good at!" Playing cello and singing are what I've always done since elementary school; I'm always a winner; there's no slop, so I don't understand why it's suddenly taken by someone else.
"You are good, Lethia; we all know that." Her voice was still calm while I wanted to kill the way I looked at her. The teachers all knew how I hated when someone interfered with my way; they didn't want to fight me, but Mrs. Servania was not one of them. "But... we need the best, and that's not you." When she said that, my world fell apart. I didn't know what to say; I felt like I was carrying the entire world's problems.
I left the faculty room anxious; if my father knew about this, I didn't know what would happen. I control myself not to let out any voice in my mouth because there are many students in the hallway. That's why I hurried to the powder room; all the girls who were talking there were startled when they saw me. I glared at them, and they understood that I wasn't in my mood, so they scrambled to look away and leave.
When they vanish, I flip my pricey bag on the ground and yell at the top of my lungs.
"Fuck!" I bit my lower lip until it bled; I didn't feel pain, and I couldn't understand anything around me. I even hit my head against the wall until I felt sick. "I hate you, Cbiara!"
All my life, I knew I could have everything I wanted; I was born with a golden spoon. And no one would even try to take the crown from me. Not until she came to effortlessly take it from me did my feelings flare up even more, knowing that she didn't know or that she was just turning a blind eye.
I was wobbling. I am not alarmed to believe it, but I am concerned about what my father might convey to me. Of course, he'll give me that discouraged face, which is not what I desire. I was unprepared for that given that he almost murdered me when he realized I had lost the top spot. I tried to remain collected and demonstrate that I was unaffected, but when I saw her, I wanted to give in. I want to slap her fair face and throw it away, but I restrain myself. I don't want to ruin my career.
"I didn't spend that much on you just to get everything from you with just one blow." Dad's cold voice sent shivers down my spine; I couldn't even look him in the eyes. "And…a fvcking scholar really got ahead of you, Lethia? You're Westwood for goddamn sake!" Father uttered it perfectly; his words were trying to make my body collapse.
"D-dad,"
"Don't call me Dad when you can't take back your position, Lethia! I don't have a brainless daughter!" He spit out and left me there. I washed my face with my palm. No, Lethia, you won't cry over these petty things.
"I regret giving birth to you and spoiling you, Lethia." Mom gave me a disappointed look and shook her head before she followed Dad to their room.
See what you ruined Blair without noticing? It's me, my parents, and I. It was perfectly ruined, and I didn't know what to do.
***
You made me do this far, Blair; I was secretly seducing and acting innocent to Roux after knowing about their relationship. He doesn't like me, but I don't care. All I want is to make Cbiara suffer the way I did. I don't want to see her fvcking annoying face while I'm secretly hurting. Not this time; I'll never let her.
I don't want to be inadequate, but I need to take charge of this issue so that I can at least make up for what the woman did. I will not allow him to have all the enjoyment; I will take away what he treasures most. You merely see Blair; you'll burst into tears while I'll grin.
Every time I see her glacé shine, I want to punch her or wash that fucking face she creates. When I saw that perfect smile she had, my blood started to boil, but I hold myself to do it because I was the only one who would be unhappy in the end. That's why I came up with a terrific solution.
"Oops, sorry." I chuckle softly after he almost crashed into me using his bike because that's what he brings every Friday since Blair doesn't have a schedule. I came here on purpose to do just that.
"I'm sorry, miss," he offered his hands to me, and I held it, then pretended I had a headache. "I'll bring you to the clinic," he suggested. Without further ado, I cling to his biceps. The stiffness feels good to clutch. I wonder how good he is. I giggled at my thought; my mind was really mischievous.
He smells so good. I realize why that woman is obsessed with her boyfriend; I want to keep this man in my wallet and have him with me. Roux is a gentleman, unlike his arrogant brother.
We bond, and I also found out about them that their relationship is only secret. I give him some advice and flirt with him so secretly that even he doesn't notice. We buy some food in cafeterias together while Cbiara is alone and looking at us. I even held her man's arm in front of her, which earned me satisfaction, seeing how her face ruffled.
I pretended not to care and even smiled at her whenever our paths crossed in the hallway and in the room. Let's see who will kneel between the two of us, Cbiara, and I'll make sure it's not me. You better get ready, because I will make you suffer for what you did to me.
I was given even more hope when one day Roux was drunk, and he called me to accompany him. They often fought; that's a good sign to me. Cbiara is also anxious in class, and it's like her brain is running everywhere, so I secretly smirked in my mind. I will finally get my spot. And I also exchanged her as a contestant since she couldn't focus on the lesson. Her quizzes started to fail, even her performance in oral recitation was poor.
One day, Roux confessed everything about his parents' relationship with him that was not good because of Blair; they were against their relationship. I was about to cease what I was doing, but they seemed too good together that's why I felt threatened, and that only made me more annoyed, and I did the worst thing I unknowingly would do.
"It's a deal, Mr. Smith?" I offered him that I would marry Roux. With that, he can get my family's money, wealth, and name, and vice versa.
"Your parents would be furious if they knew about this." He crosses his hands in his chest, I sit with confidence inside his office and smirk.
"But won't you like it, Mr. Smith? Cbiara Blair would be out of Roux's life if I married him." We had a little argument about the deal because I wasn’t aware that I was bound to marry Raven for business. But I cut it off, and also I knew that Raven didn't like me. I know him; he is greedy like his father.
But I didn't expect that after a while I would fall in love with Roux; that was a blast. I never thought I would get this far; it wasn't part of my plan. I just want to destroy them because I will take away what Blair desires. To have a perfect family. I want to see Blair kneel and beg on me; that was a perfect scene. But fvck it! I fell into my own trap.