Fake Mating To My Ex's Powerful Enemy

Chapter 90: Chapter 90 The Past Bites Back

Christina’s POV

I tilted my head, smirking at Isobel. "So, how’s life abroad been treating you? Since you’re back in Highrise City, I’m guessing your family decided to un-disown you?"

Isobel’s smile faltered briefly."Fine. Not that it’s any of your business. FYI, my family treats me like the queen I am."

"Oh, really? Like a queen? That’s why they shipped you off with a single suitcase and no return ticket?"

She stomped her heel against the concrete by the pool, wincing when the tip bounced off awkwardly.

"What are you even doing here?" she demanded.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I’m a friend of the Sabreridge pack. Engaged to one, actually."

"Oh? I’m married to one. Technically, you should call me Luna Christina now. "

Everyone with functioning ears must have heard about me and Hudson by now. Isobel was just being her typical petty, self-important self.

Her eyes flashed with anger as she stepped closer. I jabbed a finger toward her chest.

"Don’t get any closer. That knockoff perfume is giving me a headache."

She glared but kept her distance.

"I didn’t think you had it in you to snag Hudson Laurent." The sneer was fake, but her jealous tone wasn’t."Damn, girl. Gotta hand it to you. Heard Niall Granger dumped you, but now I’m thinking it was the other way around. Bet you ditched him for an upgrade."

I said nothing. No point dignifying that with a response. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"I always knew you aimed high," she continued. "You never dated in high school. Everyone thought you were just a stuck-up nerd. But I knew better. You weren’t wasting that pretty face and perky rack on boys who still lived off their mom’s credit cards. And look where it’s got you—married to the golden goose. Must’ve taken a hell of a lot of effort to get Hudson into bed, huh?"

"What the hell do you want, Isobel?" My patience had evaporated.

"Nothing major," she replied, her tone turning ice-cold. "I just want you to keep your mouth shut."

"About what? About how you ruled the school with your little mean-girl dictatorship? How you got your ass handed to you for weeks after the winter dance and dropped out like a coward?"

Her eyes widened. "So you’re admitting it! You were the one who jumped me!"

I shrugged. "I admit nothing. Just recapping what everyone at school knew."

"It had to be you!" she hissed. "Only you had—"

"What? A motive? Don’t flatter yourself. You made enemies like it was a full-time job. If I lined up everyone who wanted a swing at you, I’d need to rent out a whole city block just to manage the queue."

Isobel stood with her mouth half open, eyes blazing. The years abroad had clearly changed her. Something had knocked the edges off her queen-bitch arrogance.

When she spoke again, her voice was noticeably softer. "Anyway, I didn’t come here to reminisce. Quentin and I are getting engaged soon. I’m hoping the past can stay in the past, and I’d appreciate if you didn’t mention... anything to him about me."

"I just might," I said, purely out of spite, though I’d never even met Quentin before.

Color rushed to her cheeks as she gripped her handbag. "Don’t. Please."

"What’s in it for me?" I asked, just for the hell of it.

Her eyes widened. "Are you blackmailing me? You want money?" She looked incredulous and scornful all at once. "You’re married to the richest man in the city—hell, maybe in the country. Why would you need my money?"

"I don’t want your money. I want you to go to the police and admit it was you who hired that thug, you who spiked my drink."

"No," she said flatly.

"Then no deal." I turned to walk away.

"Wait!" She scrambled forward. "Come on, for old time’s sake!"

I glanced back over my shoulder. "We don’t have old times. And if we did, I should probably kick your ass for them. But lucky for you, I’ve mellowed with age."

"Come on!" she whined. "I’m not asking you to do anything. I’m literally asking you to NOT do anything."

When I didn’t respond, she dropped the sugar-coated act.

"I won’t say anything if you don’t."

I raised an eyebrow. "What have you even got to say?"

"Plenty."

"Like what?"

"Like how you used to moon over Niall like some tragic little fangirl. I saw you doodling his name in your sketchpad. Don’t even bother denying it." She crossed her arms, pushing up her cleavage. "You wouldn’t want your current mate to know you were obsessed with another man, would you?"

I snorted. "Please. Everyone within a hundred-mile radius knew about me and Niall. Hudson included. If that’s your big ace, you’re welcome to tell him. See what happens."

The smugness slipped from her face. She could tell I wasn’t bluffing, and panic flickered in her eyes.

"You know," I said casually, "I wasn’t even going to say anything. But the more you beg, the more tempting it becomes. And if you really are marrying Quentin... well, that would make us in-laws of some miserable sort. Imagine having to see you at Christmas dinners. Ugh, no thanks. I’d better go warn Quentin." fгeewebnovёl.com

"You wouldn’t," her voice turning threatening.

"Wouldn’t I?" I stepped toward her. "I don’t know what kind of man Quentin is, but I doubt any Laurent would want to marry a schoolyard bully. A mean girl turned social climber. People don’t change, Isobel. Leopards don’t sprout stripes. What if you have kids and raise a bunch of little bullies just like Mommy? I’d be doing Quentin a favor."

Isobel’s face twisted with rage. "Just stay out of my way. Quentin has ambitions. He’s planning to break away from the main pack and form his own. As his future Luna, I’ll finally have the power and respect I deserve."

So that was her game. Quentin must be one of those second-tier Alphas looking to establish independence. It wasn’t uncommon in large packs like the Sabreridge for strong wolves to split off and form their own smaller units.

"Good luck with that," I said with fake sweetness. "I’m sure you’ll make an excellent Luna. Nothing says ’maternal pack leader’ like someone who used to lock freshmen in janitor closets for fun."

"That was years ago!"

"And yet here you are, still threatening people. Old habits die hard, huh?"

"Christina Vance!" she snapped. "Don’t think that just because you’ve got Hudson Laurent wrapped around your little finger, I can’t hurt you anymore."