Nerd to popular girl My revenge

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Modern Crime Revenge

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Elsa POV

I brushed down my glossy black hair, breathing in and out before I pushed the door open.

On a normal day, I'd have been happy to be in this school, and in this class, because surely, my mere presence always sends the students reeling in fear. But today has been different, as I pushed the door opened, revealing the students behind the closed door, my eyes only took in the presence of only one person

Just until yesterday, he's been my victim of bullying, how the table has turned has just been a constant confusion on my part.

The jet black hair, the tan skin, and the green eyes under the Harry's Potter glass was a constant reminder of what happened to me the night before!

God! Could I have been more shameful to find my way down my house and not to some nerd house? And now, I've played myself and the table has drastically turned to me.

Nervously, I walked to the front of the class and stopped.

All the while, his green eyes were busy staring intently at me, giving me the look that I have to do this.

Can I? Can I really do it?

A nervous tongue running over my lips, I drummed my finger over my lap "H.. Hello l"

Never for once have I thought that my voice will shake when standing before the whole class. Damn! This is the damn class I've always stood to bully my victim.

Perhaps, this is how my victims do feel... Nervous and scared.

Clearing my throat, I held on tightly to my skirt before I muttered a loud hello

The whole class turned to me, looking at me with their curious gaze. Perhaps, they were curious to know who'll be the first person to taste my fist this morning, but that wasn't the case, for I've been trapped, trapped by my own puppet!

"Elsa ..."

I moved my gaze to Andrea who's called my name and was gazing at me with her big doe eyes laced with curiosity " are you okay?"

"Oh yeah I'm fine!" I mumbled

Andrea is my friend, the closest to me out of my other three friends, but then she too never knows what's happened to me overnight.

Removing my gaze from Andrea, I fixated it back to the students before me, and distinctly, I saw his green eyes pierced into mine

"I.. I'm.."

I sucked in a harsh breath and fisted my hand. I can't do this. I can't!

" Elsa what's wrong ?" Daniel came before me, he took my hand and lifted up my chin " are you okay ?"

Yesterday, the almighty Elsa Hathaway was before this class, fisting her hand on the less privileged students in this class, but now... Just now...!

"Elsa.."

Jerking back from my thoughts, I looked into the pair of stormy blue eyes that gazed up at me curiously.

"Dan" I mumbled

Dan is my boyfriend, I could not say Dan understand me quite well, but to some level, he seems to know what's wrong with me

"Talk to me Elsa!" Dan mumbled, his tone laced with worries as he shook my shoulder leniently "are you okay"

No. I can't do this. What'll become of me if I do it? Surely, people will talk ill of me.

I am Elsa Hathaway, the baddest bitch of Georgevill high school

Taking a couple of steps away from Dan, I faced the whole class who gave me their undivided attention. Of course, someone who doesn't want to get in my bad book knows better than to ignore me

Out of the many eyes that stared at me curiously, his eyes has been distinct, and I've seen how expectant it's been

Sorry to burst your bubble nerd. I can't do this!

My eyes locked with his, brown to green " I can't do this." I mumbled

I saw something flash through his eyes, and a little smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, but it disappeared quickly, making me think that I've imagined it.

I sighed, feeling elated. This has been my race, I cannot let some freaking nerd outrun me.

The sudden beep from my phone wiped the little smile off my lips, and as I looked at the message that just popped out of the phone, my hand shook, the little confidence I have left in me vanished as quickly as possible

"Elsa..."

Dan called. His hand grabbed my phone, but I held it tighter before he can remove it

"Let it go!" I growled.

The thought of Daniel seeing me naked with the nerd on top of me sent a wave of panic down my soul

A step back, I pushed Dan away before me and closed my eyes

He's sent me a photo of me naked with him on top of me, the look on my face has been anything but horrible... Sexy, craving. And he's attached a message that told me how fast I need to do this

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