Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

I widened my eyes. My mouth dropped open after hearing Amy’s confession. I snorted then shook my head, still rejecting her confession. I needed more than this.

“No. That’s not true. I clearly saw the names of Gene’s shareholders. Several investment companies, Alan himself, and Ms. Lola’s children.”

“Oh, please, please, Fenella. Stop being a no-brainer. No wonder everyone said you’re just a dumb girl.” Amy growled in dismay after hearing me.

“I’ve told you clearly. How can you still not understand such a simple matter? All those investment companies belong to Peter. It’s all Peter’s money. Even the shares in Alan’s name are actually Peter’s money. Alan doesn’t own anything!”

“Keep at it, Fenella.” The FBI commander’s voice rang again in my ears faintly.

“That’s impossible. Even Gene’s shares are actually Peter’s money? How is that possible?” I muttered softly with my forehead deeply furrowed.

“Yes! Don’t you understand? That’s why I hated it so much when Alan made his decision to appoint you as Gene’s main model! How dare he waste Peter’s money on you?” Amy took another step with her teeth clenching in anger.

“And now you come along after seeing Alan’s false success. You think you can take more from him. Now that you know it’s Peter’s money, I’m sure you’ll seduce Peter.” Amy took another furious step and forced me to back away. My back hit the door.

“No, Amy. I’m as sincere to Alan as he is to me.”

“Liar!”

Amy roared, then she pushed my neck with her arms. She put her whole body into her arms, crushing my neck until I couldn’t breathe. Her hands then grabbed my hair and yanked it roughly over my head.

“You filthy greedy bitch.” Amy growled.

“Ohk!” I choked hard.

“I’m not.” I tried my best to speak as my hands tried to push Amy’s arms away from my neck.

No! This was just like the time Amy beat me up in the infirmary. My memory drifted to that afternoon in the dark room. My breathing was labored, my back hurt, and my whole body was covered in cold sweat.

“I can see you lying through your teeth. You want Peter for your own. You stole my spotlight in front of Mallory. Too bad, you’re just a useless beggar.”

Amy hissed in front of my face. Her breath was warm but made me shiver with cold. My goosebumps bristled, and I trembled under Amy’s control.

“You are as filthy as those who beg Peter. It’s only natural that you should submit to me. We are the ones who control you all.”

“No, Amy.”

I groaned in between my attempts to find oxygen. Sweat ran down my back and temples. My hands tried to free themselves, but I knew Amy had given me the confession I needed.

“You’re all just temporary deposits, so don’t get cocky. Especially you, Fenella. Don’t ever think you can take my place.”

Then Amy jerked her arm so hard that I was jolted into the door again. I thought back to what happened in high school. What comes after this? Amy was going to kick my shin until it bruised again? My body slowly bent over with my hands clutching my neck, and I coughed for air.

My guess was right. I watched Amy’s legs. As Amy’s leg was about to swing out from under her dress, I rolled to the floor to dodge her kick. My breath caught with my body sitting limply on the floor.

Slowly, I got up, supporting my body with my elbows. I dragged my body away from Amy while holding my sore neck. Amy’s steps were getting closer to me. Her eyes looked down on me with a triumphant smile etched on her face.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Fenella?”

The door opened. Alan popped his head out. When he saw me out of breath and curled up on the floor, his face immediately turned red.

“What the hell, Amy?!” Alan threw a tantrum and came into the room.

“Why? Isn’t she going to be my sister-in-law? It’s only natural that I treat her the same way I treat you. Rubbish.”

“Stop it, Amy.” Alan growled with his eyes darting angrily.

“Or what? What the fuck are you going to do about it, hm?”

Alan’s hands were clenched at his sides. He held all the anger in his chest with his face flushed to his ears. His teeth chattered, and he growled menacingly.

“I will destroy you, Amy. I will take revenge for what you did to me and to Fenella. I won’t let this slide easily ever again,” Alan said with glaring eyes at Amy.

“Oh, so scary. Tell me the truth that you’re going to dump Fenella.” Amy’s hand crept up Alan’s chest, but Alan immediately gripped Amy’s right wrist firmly.

“I’ve had it with you, Amy. I used to swallow everything you did to me, but not anymore. I will destroy you.” Alan’s voice then growled lowly while I could only look at them with rushed heartbeats.

“Let me go! You’re just a useless piece of sh*t. You are nothing without me and Peter.” Amy growled as her hands struggled to escape Alan’s locking grip.

“No, Amy. You both are the ones who have nothing without me.” Alan grinned.

“What the fuck?!” Amy hissed as she tried to pull her hand free when Alan was caught off guard.

“I’m getting out of here with Fenella. Away from here with all the money you gave me.”

“That’s nonsense!” Amy snarled viciously.

“Yes, Amy. All thanks to you. You’re the one who taught me about everything. At least I learned how to move that money from you. Without you realizing it, I’ve been draining your money.” Alan grinned, and I could see the look of horror in Amy’s eyes.

“You backstabbing me?! How dare you!”

Amy, who was getting angry, immediately tried to slap Alan with her left hand, but Alan also caught Amy’s left hand.

“Now that I think about it, I’m much stronger than you. Thanks, Amy.” Alan chuckled, and then, without a signal, Alan head-butted Amy hard in the face.

Amy immediately groaned in pain and fell backwards onto the bed. Although Amy was wailing in pain and holding her nose, no one heard her.

It seemed that everyone was busy listening to Peter’s speech about collecting donations in the ballroom. Peter’s voice over the speakers reached here, and the roar of applause drowned out Amy’s cries.

“My nose! My nose is bleeding! You broke my precious nose! I just operated on it!” Amy wailed as tears and blood streamed down her face.

“Come on, Fenella, let’s go now.” Alan grabbed my arm and helped me to get up.

“Alan! I’m going to kill you! I will tell Peter, and he will kill you!” Amy roared again, but Alan didn’t care.

“Come on.”

Alan grabbed my arm and pulled me to run away from Amy, who was still wailing. She stood up, but we were already out of the room and running away. I briefly looked back and saw how Amy dragged her steps after us with blood from her nose staining her sparkling gold dress.

“Come back here!”

When we didn’t stop, Amy turned into the ballroom. While Alan and I ran into a dead-end corridor.

“Alan, where are we going?” I asked frantically.

“Far from here.”