Chapter 59: CHAPTER 59
CELIA'S POV
My mission finally worked. Pushing Krystal onto Xavier like that at breakfast felt so damn good, I decided to celebrate and stop pretending nice. No more fake smiles or playing the sweet omega. I was done. I heard Xavier and Krystal arguing loud in the hall right after, his voice all pissed and rough, hers snapping back like the bitch she was. I smirked to myself and slipped away to my room, heart racing with this hot little thrill. God, revenge tasted sweet.
My body felt alive, nipples tight under my shirt just thinking about how messed up everything was for them now. I flopped on the bed, phone in hand, and waited. When I heard Krystal’s heels clicking past my door, I made sure the timing was perfect. I opened the video of her getting fucked by that guard—the one where she was moaning like a slut, legs wrapped around him, begging “Harder, fill my wet cunt with your thick cock, make me your dirty cum dump!” I turned the volume up just enough so she’d hear it clear as day. I knew she’d catch it. My pussy gave a little throb at the nasty sounds, not because I liked her, but because messing with her felt so fucking powerful.
She stopped dead outside my door. I felt this rush of emotions—triumph mixed with that dark anger from everything they did to me before. I didn’t care if she got mad. Let her burn. Since she was angry now, I only needed to plan ahead. I was ready to face Krystal for everything, and this was just the beginning. My thoughts spun hot and wild: she thought she could trap Xavier and play queen, but I was the one pulling strings. Deep down, this weird heat kept creeping in too, making my thighs squeeze together. Why did fighting them always make me wet? Maybe I was losing it, but damn, it felt good.
The entire day, I stayed busy preparing for the wedding tomorrow. I picked out my dress, fixed my hair, helped Mom with some decorations, all while my mind raced with plans. No more hiding. I was going to crush them one by one. My heart pounded with excitement and this spicy satisfaction every time I thought about Xavier stuck marrying that slut. Feelings twisted inside me—hate for what the brothers did, but this teasing ache low in my belly that wouldn’t quit. I pushed it down and kept working, smiling to myself the whole time.
Towards evening, Krystal finally saw me in the hallway near the stairs. She looked pissed, eyes narrow, but she tried to play it sarcastic. “Well, well, if it isn’t little miss perfect,” she said, voice dripping fake sweet. “Acting all innocent at breakfast, pushing me onto Xavier like you care. You’re such a hypocrite, Celia. Pretending to be my friend while stabbing me in the back. What, jealous because you want his thick alpha cock for yourself? Bet you finger that tight little omega pussy at night thinking about him stretching you out.”
I laughed low, stepping closer so our faces were inches apart. My blood heated up, this mix of rage and hot teasing making my skin tingle. “Hypocrite? Oh, babe, I learned it all from you. Remember how you acted like my bestie while setting me up to get bullied and almost killed? I’m grateful, really. It taught me things—like how to make a slut like you spread her legs for a guard and beg for his cum while claiming Xavier’s baby. You moaned so loud in that video, ‘Fuck me deeper, flood my sloppy cunt till it leaks!’ Learned from the best, didn’t I?”
Krystal’s face went red, eyes flashing with fury. She raised her hand fast, wanting to slap me hard across the cheek. “You bitch! I’ll wipe that smirk off your face—”
I caught her wrist tight in my grip, stopping her cold. My pulse raced, emotions boiling—anger sharp and hot, but this wicked thrill too because I had her right where I wanted. “Don’t even try it, Krystal. You’re not touching me.”
She yanked her hand back, but quick as a flash she dropped to the ground, falling dramatic like she was hurt. She screamed loud for help, voice all fake and broken. “Help! Someone help me! Celia attacked me! She’s crazy!”
I immediately laughed because I was familiar with this type of setting. She was pulling the same victim shit I’d seen her use a hundred times. My heart pounded with pure satisfaction, this dark joy bubbling up mixed with that teasing heat in my veins. I kicked her hard in the side, not enough to really injure but enough to make her gasp. “Get up, you fake whore,” I muttered under my breath.
When people arrived—maids and a couple guards rushing over—I switched fast. I dropped down beside her, pretending to help, my hands all gentle on her shoulders like I cared. “Krystal, oh my god, are you okay? What happened? Did you fall?” I made my voice all worried and sweet, but I leaned in close so only she could hear. “Slap me, bitch. Go on. Do it. Everyone’s watching now.”
Krystal’s eyes widened in shock, but she was so mad she fell for it. She slapped me angrily across the face, the sting sharp and loud. Gasps went up from the people around us. Now she looked like the bad one, the crazy one screaming and hitting while I played the helpful victim. I held my cheek, tears welling up fake in my eyes, but inside I was laughing my ass off. This was perfect. She became the bad one, just like I planned. My mission was still rolling, and damn, it felt so good.