Chapter 170 WHAT'S GOING ON?!
WHAT IS GOING ON?!
AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.
‘You will not lay a hand on my girlfriend, Morgan!’
Those eleven words felt like both my death sentence promouncement and my salvation all in one. I watched open-mouthed as Kai stared at a shocked, crying Morgan. My ears were ringing….like actually ringing. I looked at Morgan once, and felt a chill run up my spine.
My heart slammed violently against my ribs, so loud I was sure everyone in the classroom could hear it. My stomach dropped, nausea curling deep and sharp as panic clawed its way up my throat.
Girlfriend….
No.
No, no, no.
Morgan froze, her raised hand trembling in Kai’s grip. Slowly, she turned to look at him, her face draining of color, disbelief etched so deeply into her features it almost looked painful.
“What did you just say?” she whispered, clearly in as much shock as I was.
I shook my head violently, stepping forward immediately when that look registered in my mouth. I let my lips move before my mind could conjure up reasons this would help me get back at her. “He’s lying,” I blurted out, the words tumbling over each other in my frantic desperation. “He’s lying. Kai, stop….what are you doing?”
I turned to him with a violent hiss, but Kai didn’t look at me, and that was not even the worst part. His eyes stayed locked on Morgan in that regular, cold, and merciless stone-faced look he gave me and anyone he did not consider rich enough to fit his tax bracket, his jaw clenched as he’d already made peace with the destruction he was about to leave behind.
“I said,” he repeated calmly, each word deliberate and final as if he needed us to know he had not made a blunder earlier, “she’s my girlfriend.”
A murmur rippled through the door, bringing my attention to it. My eyes widened again in horror at what I found. Students had gathered, and not regular students… the elite of the school, including the other horsemen. Lucien, their king, stood there with his queen, Sloane, as they watched with rapt attention.
Those with phones already had it out, and I was sure the school blog would know about this in less than no time….fuck! The usual curious, hungry gaze of the students of this darned school only spiked my anxiety further while they filmed.
No chance to gain some semblance of clout went past them….I could not help but wonder how they even knew this was happening. The elites never came down to this part of the school. When Slaone and Lucien started dating, he moved her away from this side of school so she could attend classes with him. My chest tightened painfully. I tried to wrench my hand free from Kai’s hold, but the crazy guy only held on tighter. No matter how hard I wiggled or tried to wiggle, his grip only became even tighter, and the fact that he was much taller than I did not help matters.
Morgan laughed again, the sound a cold, broken tone as she looked from him to me. “This isn’t funny,” she said, her voice cracking as tears spilled freely down her cheeks…. She never stopped with the act until someone believed her. “You think this is some kind of joke? After everything? After what she did to me?”
“She didn’t do anything,” Kai replied flatly, still clutching onto me.
“Kai,” I whispered, grabbing his arm this time, my fingers digging into his sleeve as if that could anchor him to reality, as if he could see that this was not a joke. “Please. Stop this. You don’t understand…”
He finally looked at me then….I gasped. The sight of the intensity in his gaze nearly stole the air from my lungs. It wasn’t gentle, nor was it in any way reassuring. Rather, it was a fierce, possessive stare I’d never seen in there before.
“I understand perfectly,” he said quietly before turning back to Morgan, who still cried like a spoiled child. “I will not repeat myself, Morgan. Our engagement is over.” That announcement made me gasp. I wrenched myself free from his hold in one go and rushed to Morgan, the image of my mother in bed clawing in my soul. Her surgery is in two weeks….and I’d finally managed to convince dad to lend me more than half of the fees for it. I would sell everything else and pay the rest so she could have a chance of survival.
However, if this engagement is canceled, if dad thinks it happened because of me….he would pull the plug, he would never pay the bill again, and I would be back to square one all over again.
I snapped, panic overriding everything else. I turned to Morgan, my voice breaking as I took another step toward her. “Please…. He’s lying about all of this. I swear. I don’t know why he said that. It meant nothing….it was just……just a stupid mistake. Please don’t go home and tell my father. Please.”
The words tasted like ash in my mouth, humiliation burning my skin as I begged her… all over again.
Morgan stared at me as if I’d grown a second head, but I could see the satisfied glint in her eyes….she was happy. Every time I begged her, it made her victorious over me….and she was right to feel that way. I was once the daughter of the man she calls father, even though we knew he was not her biological dad. Even after the truth about Denise’s betrayal came out, he refused to kick them out. Instead, he kicked Mom and me out, leaving us to the mercy of whoever would be kind enough to offer us a place to stay.