Chapter 138 CHAPTER 139: The Used Tool

Chapter 138 CHAPTER 139: The Used Tool
BIANCA’S POV

I dropped my heavy textbook onto my desk, the loud slap making the students sitting nearby jump. I did not care. Bianca felt like everything around her was falling apart. Every time she came to school, she noticed more changes.

"Did you see her?" a boy whispered loudly two rows over, staring right at me. "She's been acting totally unhinged since the championship."

"I know," his friend replied, not even trying to lower his voice. "Everyone says she's basically an outcast now. Even her own clique ditched her."

Students who used to rush over to greet her now avoided eye contact. People who once laughed at her jokes suddenly became quiet whenever she approached. I knew they were talking about her behind her back. Every muffled giggle, every sideways glance in the hallway—it all felt like a personal attack.

The kidnapping incident had damaged her reputation more than she expected.

What made it worse was that Aria seemed to be gaining support at the exact same time. Aria was walking around school like she owned the place, smiling, talking to the hockey team, and getting sympathy from everyone because of the scars Bianca left behind. Bianca couldn't stand it. She felt like everything that should have belonged to her was slowly being taken away.

My status, my social circle, my power—all of it was draining away while that wolfless omega soaked up the spotlight.

The person she blamed the most was Zane.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop thinking about him. He barely spoke to her anymore and seemed determined to keep his distance.

I waited for him by his locker after fourth period, tapping my foot against the floor until he finally walked down the hall.

"Zane," I called out, stepping right in front of him. "We need to talk."

Several times she tried approaching him, hoping they could go back to the way things were before. Instead, he acted colder every time.

"I don't have time for this, Bianca," Zane said flatly, trying to step around me.

"Stop doing that!" I snapped, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. "Stop walking away from me. What is your problem? Why are you treating me like I'm a disease?"

Zane pulled his arm out of my grip with a harsh jerk. He looked down at me with eyes so cold they made my stomach turn.

"Because I'm tired of your games, Bianca," Zane said, his voice hard. "You act like a monster and expect everyone to just cheer for you. I'm done."

Bianca remembered a time when Zane used to defend her without hesitation. Now he looked at her like she was a stranger.

"I did it for us!" I argued, my voice cracking with desperation. "She was trying to take you from me!"

"Nobody was taking anything from me," Zane shot back coldly. "You brought this on yourself."

The change frustrated her because she genuinely couldn't understand why things had become so bad between them. He turned around and walked away, leaving me standing alone by the lockers with my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms.

Desperate to regain some control over the situation, Bianca started looking into Aria herself.

If Zane wouldn't listen and my friends wouldn't talk to me, I needed to fix this myself. She wanted information she could use against her.

Instead, she discovered something unexpected.

Using my burner phone, I tracked down the underground contact I had used before—the fixer connected to the dangerous group who had handled the warehouse job. I thought I could buy some dirt, expose her family, and ruin her for good.

Instead, several people connected to the dangerous group she contacted were still asking questions about Aria.

The strange part was that Bianca hadn't spoken to them in a while. She wasn't feeding them information anymore. Yet they remained interested.

My phone buzzed with a text from the fixer: Stop calling us about her, rich girl. She's the main prize now. The bosses are doubling down.

The realization immediately made her uneasy because it suggested their interest had never really been about helping Bianca in the first place.

If they didn't care about my revenge, why were they still digging? Why was an underground syndicate spending thousands of dollars to track a schoolgirl?

Bianca eventually confronted one of the men and demanded answers.

I arranged a desperate, secret meeting behind an abandoned parking garage on the edge of town. The man showed up in a dark sedan, rolling down the window to look at me with bored, emotionless eyes.

She wanted to know why they were still interested in Aria.

"You need to drop it," I demanded, leaning against his car door. "I told you to forget about her. Why are your guys still asking questions? What do you want with her?"

The man's response shocked her.

He laughed as though she had misunderstood the situation from the beginning. It was a cold, cruel sound that made the hair on the back of my arms stand up.

According to him, Aria had always been important. Bianca had simply been useful because she made gathering information easier.

"You really think we cared about your high school drama?" the man chuckled, shaking his head. "The girl was already on our radar months before you ever hired Jax. You were just a convenient tool to help us map her daily routine without raising suspicion."

Hearing that made Bianca feel humiliated.

The blood rushed out of my face, leaving my skin ice cold. My mouth opened, but no words came out.

For the first time, she realized she had never been in control. She wasn't a partner. She had been a tool.

"You... you used me?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

"Every second of it," the man smirked, shifting the car into gear. "Thanks for the help, kid. Now stay out of the way before you get hurt."

He rolled up the window and drove away into the dark night, leaving me standing alone on the pavement. The thought terrified her because it meant she had involved herself with people she didn't truly understand.