The Villainess Fierce Revenge

Chapter Two

I secretly smiled when I saw my Dad’s amazement when he saw me wearing the dress that he had given me for the first time. Frankly, this kind of dress suits me at this age, though it is not my style, yet I just can’t help but feel grateful for the efforts my father had given me for the past years.

          I just didn’t see it, rather I was blinded by anger and loneliness that I missed what matters the most. That I still have a family that I can call my own, but that is enough for now, I still need to focus on what I need to do.

          That is to get rid of the people who will destroy my life and my family.

          “Dad? Are you okay?” I ask snapping him out from his gaze.

          He blinked before he calmed himself. “I...I just thought that I saw your mother for a second.”

          I stilled, this was the first time that I heard Dad, muttered my mother unconsciously.

          But I didn’t comment on it, now that I see everything from a different angle, I know that he was still grieving for the death of my mother for a very long time.

          I simply sit on my chair and wait for the maids to serve our breakfast. Dad always insisted on them to eat breakfast together, which irked him that time so, in a form of the rebellion, she always wears something that will make my Dad, lose his appetite as I savor the breakfast on my own.

          But everything is different now, and my day is just starting. I need to get enough strength to face that two-faced conniving b***h, I called a best friend in school.

          So for the first time, my breakfast with Dad is harmonious and silent. After that, he simply gives me an awkward goodbye. I bet he is still puzzled by my actions and decided to ignore it rather than asking me and ‘break’ the comfortable atmosphere between them.

          But I can handle those matters, later on, I still enough time to do what I need to do.

          I got my phone only to grimace when I saw the phone, it’s a flip phone, with low-quality graphics that way more different from android phones, years from now.

          But what do I care anyway as far as I can remember, they both serve the same purpose? It's for calling and texting.

          So I called someone for an errand that will slowly but surely make their b***h, reputation slowly plummet and will, of course, fix my bad reputation.

          I am currently on the way to school, and I saw the familiar sceneries on my way to school, yeah. I need to relieve my educations since I am only fourteen years old. Instead of a grown twenty-four-year-old woman. This is going to be hard but I think everything is worth it,

          She may be one of the famous girls in Elizabeth Seton Academy, but my reputation was made on me by rumors and never-ending gossips. Well, I actually can say that some of them are quite but many of them are too exaggerated, and I know who the culprit is

          Anyway, I need to treasure this amount of time because of the moment that I got out of this car, it will be the start of her very own beginning.

          IT was in late spring, and the wind is slowly blowing making the trees dance on its whims, But as I gaze on one of the most expensive schools in America, this place surely the crème of the top school, as students came from elite families not just across the country but all over the world.

          Education is not the priority in this school, rather how can you have a connection with other rich families across the world. Being the only daughter of the CEO of Amorosa Scents Corporations, many people want to have a connection with me, knowing that my father’s company is one of the leading businesses in perfume making.

          I step out of my Mercedez Benz, E-class, I already attracted a lot of attention. Many of them are actually, have this puzzled look as if this is the first time they saw me.

          I simply ignore them, maybe they are shocked because I didn’t look like exactly what they expect me to be. A cheap tramp that they thought can easily be bullied because of their gossips and malicious rumor.

          I roamed my eyes, and just like a coward that everyone is, no one even dared to look at me straight into my eyes.

          I strutted my way to the room, not minding the whispers and comments here and there. This school required uniform, but on a particular day like Wednesday, the administration let the student flaunt their wealth by wearing the most expensive and beautiful clothes that they have.

          I don’t get it, now that I’ve analyzed this dumb regulation, but anyway not my business.

          That’s what I say to myself until I got into my classroom and opened the antique looking door. Everyone stilled, it was as if they are looking at me yet didn't know who I am.

          I simply shrug my shoulders letting their eyes follow me until my seat. I like how I still remembered everything as if it was only yesterday. So I don't look like a headless goose chasing for chasing something that I can’t remember.

          In just a matter of minutes, a familiar face walks near her.

          With her white dress, innocent face, blueish eyes, and blond hair. Who would have thought that the girl in front of her that has the face of an angel, have a devilish heart?

          Claiming herself as her closest friend, I didn’t even notice that there is a snake within my turf. 

          “Good Morning Aina!” she said to me with that sickened sweet voice of her.

          “Mika,” I said, trying to reign everything in my emotion not to slap her to death. She was the source of my suffering and torment not just here in middle school but up until my life.

The sole person that said that she was my friend, yet everything was planned from the very beginning. They took away everything for me, now I will make sure that that won’t happen again in the second chance that I was given.

I schooled my features and simply looks at her because I know that she’s not the kind of person who would simply look like an i***t in front of me without doing something that will probably tarnish my not so good reputation.

“I just want to ask, if…” she seems to have a second thought, but I can see that she’s acting, pitiful, and damsel in distress. “Have you brought the second-hand dress that you said will give me?” to make it more believable she bit his lips as if it was a big embarrassment.

          I can’t help but think, how much did I know Mikaela Clifford? As much I hate her name that came from archangel when she’s sent by the devil, why did I not notice the subtle things that she had done behind my back?

          Ah yes, now I remember, she usually acct dumb, and i***t in front of me that I didn’t bother learning trivial things about her.

          “Second hand?” I look around the classroom and there it is, the whispers of moners who don’t even have an ounce of courage to say it straight to my face.

          What happened in this scenario again? Ah yes, Mika became the friend who gains sympathy from everyone, and I am the bad friend who gave her nothing but trashy clothes.

          I remembered that Mika even appeased my anger at the rumors that I’ve heard, said that it was nothing but gossip that won’t do any damage. For her, that is, but for me? It's not, as every single student looks at me as if I am walking trash treating my closest friend with fakeness.

          But now, it's different. “Why would I give you a second-hand dress?”

          I saw Mika’s face suddenly thrown into confusion, it was because he wants me to the one to look bad in front of everyone.

          I cross my legs and lean on my chair. “You are my friend my second hands don’t suit you.” As if on cue mean wearing black suits some inside the classroom bringing in paper bags printed with the name of the luxurious dress, then put it in front of Mika. “I know that you seem to repeat your dresses, so you ask me to give you mine since we have the same measurements, but I thought that why would give you things that I’ve already used when I can simply give you brand new?” I said, raising the corner of my lips.

          You won’t use the dress that I am wearing to gain access to Dad, just like what you had done in the past. You can’t take anything from me, not now, and not ever.

          It's such entertainment when I saw Mika’s face, from bewilderment to anxiousness, until she schooled her emotion. If I only got another chance, I’ll probably give her a standing ovation.

          Such a shame, but I know I can’t celebrate yet because this is only the beginning. 

          So I'll simply sit back, relax, and enjoy the show until I bring her down, I won’t stop. Mika needs to be ready with my counter attacks or else, in the end, she will be miserable for the rest of her life.