Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School
Chapter 131: The Devil Lair..

Chapter 131: The Devil Lair..

"What?! Is he planning to reveal my secret—that I’m a girl?"

"Lucas, please don’t do something that will make me hate you forever," Olive warned, her voice edged with a growing anger.

"Fine! I won’t," Lucas replied, raising his eyebrows as if waiting for a response. "But on one condition: work on the school project with me and come to Louise’s party in my car."

"Oh! So that’s what this is about?" Olive asked with a smirk. "The school project, and making sure I don’t go to the party in Louise’s car but in yours? You’re blackmailing me now?"

"Yes, I am," Lucas said, a wide smile dancing on his lips, his tone unapologetic.

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but your threats won’t work," Olive shot back, her smirk widening. "There’s no way you’ll tell anyone about your feelings for me. You’d never hurt me like that. So, your so-called threats are nothing but empty words."

The expression on Lucas’s face faltered slightly, the shock of her confidence unsettling him.

"You really think I wouldn’t do it? You still want to team up with Louise?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as though challenging her.

"Yes," Olive replied firmly, her voice steady and serious. "If you’re going to threaten me, at least make it believable next time."

With that, Olive swiftly bit down on Lucas’s hand, forcing him to release his grip on her.

"Arrgh! When did you turn into a dog?" he exclaimed, shaking his hand in pain.

Instead of responding, Olive turned her back on him, walking towards her bed. She lay down and pulled the blanket over herself. "I’m taking a nap before getting ready for Louise’s party. And for the record, I wasn’t even planning on going in his car, i’m going with Mark."

A small smile crept across Lucas’s lips. "So, you do care about me after all," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "It hurts, you know seeing you with Louise."

"Stop deluding yourself," Olive retorted, rolling her eyes. "I’m going with Mark because I want to not to make you feel better. So get over it."

With that, she turned away from him completely, her back facing him as she closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to take over.

Lucas continued to stare at her for a moment before laying down on his own bed. Despite her coldness, his gaze lingered on her figure, now hidden beneath the blanket.

"You love me," he whispered softly to himself. "You just don’t want to admit it yet. But whatever it is that’s holding you back, I’ll make sure you see things my way."

With those words, a warm smile touched his lips as he closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to take over.

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At exactly 10 p.m., the final-year students from Olive’s class arrived at Louise’s mansion. The grand estate was painted in shades of white and cream, with the opulence of the place evident even from the outside. The driveway was packed with luxury cars, and students, dressed in elegant outfits, stepped out of the vehicles, making their way into the mansion.

Olive, Mark, Lara, and Lucas arrived in a sleek black Maybach. The chauffeur stepped out to open the door, and the group emerged one by one, dressed to impress. Mark, Lucas, and Olive all wore black trousers paired with stylishly different shirts, while Lara donned a glittering black shirt-dress that showed off her long legs. Together, they walked into the mansion.

Inside, the sound of music and laughter filled the air. The grand interior was as lavish as its exterior, with gleaming chandeliers illuminating the elegantly furnished rooms.

Olive’s eyes swept across the room and quickly landed on Louise, who was standing near the bar, chatting with a group of friends.

"Shall we get some drinks?" Mark suggested, steering the group toward the bar.

As they approached, Louise noticed Olive and smiled warmly. She returned the smile, but Lucas’s grip on her arm tightened, almost possessively.

"What’s wrong, Lucas?" Olive whispered, leaning closer. "Are you planning to break my hand?"

Lucas’s expression softened, but his eyes still glinted with a hint of jealousy. "It’s nothing," he muttered as they reached the bar.

Louise greeted Olive with a warm hug. "You look stunning tonight," he said, flashing his signature smile.

Olive laughed lightly, fully aware of Lucas’s burning gaze. "Thanks, Louise. You look great yourself."

"You’ve really outdone yourself with this party," Mark chimed in, shaking Louise’s hand. "And your place? It’s breathtaking, man."

"Thanks, I appreciate it," Louise said as he casually added a powdered substance to his wine and took a sip.

"What’s that?" Olive asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Drugs," Louise answered with a grin that deepened the dimples on his cheeks. "You want some?"

"No thanks," Olive replied bluntly, shaking her head. "I’m not into drugs."

"Suit yourself," Louise said with a shrug. "Enjoy the night, everyone. I’ve got a few things to take care of." With that, he excused himself.

As soon as Louise walked away, Jessica approached the group, her eyes alight with excitement. "You guys look amazing!" she gushed. "And get this, apart from our classmates, Louise invited some seriously rich friends. I made a fortune selling my stash tonight like, ten times what I normally make. I’m practically rolling in cash!"

"Good for you," Mark muttered, sighing. "Hey, did you see Henry around? Was he with Rachael? I still can’t believe he’s sticking with her after everything."

"Nope, didn’t see him. But Rachael’s here," Jessica replied with a shrug. "Aiden didn’t show up tonight too."

"Aiden’s not feeling well," Mark explained. "Lara and I visited him earlier today."

Jessica nodded, then flashed a wide grin. "Well, enough about that, let’s hit the dance floor!"

With smiles all around, the group followed her to the dance floor, joining the crowd of students swaying to the music.

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Meanwhile, Louise ascended the grand staircase, a key in his hand. He unlocked the door to a suite on the upper floor, pushing it open to reveal a lavish room bathed in the warm glow of a crystal chandelier. The rich burgundy carpet muffled his footsteps as he entered, and the walls, adorned with intricate gold leaf patterns, reflected the room’s air of secrecy and indulgence. At the center stood a luxurious four-poster bed, draped in shimmering silk.

Rachael, Anabella, and Peace stood up from a plush sofa as Louise entered the room.

"What the hell, Louise?" Rachael snapped, her voice filled with irritation. "You asked us to wait here, and now you show up an hour later?"

"Just tell us what you want already," Anabella added sharply, folding her arms across her chest. "If it’s money you’re after, say so. I don’t have time for this nonsense."

Louise lit a cigarette, taking a long drag before blowing out a cloud of smoke. "Money? You think I want your money?" He let out a cold laugh. "Do you really think I don’t know what you did while I was in prison? How you bribed the police to try to get me killed? How you pinned all the blame on me for being the addict? You framed me."

"We had to, Louise," Peace said, her voice trembling slightly. "But we knew you’d get out eventually. You’re part of the Anderson family. And we never bribed anyone to kill you, that’s a lie. We wanted you out too."

Louise smirked. "Then why did you look so shocked when you saw me at school? You thought I’d rot in prison, didn’t you?"

"Fine, you’re right," Peace shot back defiantly. "But you’re free now, so what do you want?"

"Peace, shut up!" Anabella hissed, grabbing her arm.

"Let go of me!" Peace snapped, shaking off Anabella’s grip. "You’re back, Louise. Why don’t you just move on? Do you think we wouldn’t kill you if you crossed us? My patience has limits."

Louise paced the room, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He pulled out his phone and played back a recording of their conversation. The room fell silent as the girls realized the gravity of the situation.

"Louise, no!" Anabella gasped, lunging for the phone, but he slipped it back into his pocket.

"I only need to hand this to the police, and the three of you will be going to prison," he said, his voice cold and matter-of-fact.

Anabella’s face crumpled as tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Please, Louise, just tell us what you want. I can’t go to prison."

"Yes, Louise," Rachael added, her hand protectively resting on her stomach. "Please, we’ll do anything. Just tell us."

Louise’s smirk widened. "Alright, let’s have sex, all four of you, like old times."

A clap of thunder echoed outside as heavy rain began to pour down.

"What? No!" Rachael protested, her face pale. "The only reason that ever happened was because we were drugged."

Louise shrugged. "Maybe at first. But we kept doing it after the drugs wore off," Louise continued with a sly grin. "You all were willing then. So, what’s the problem now? Don’t you want to save yourselves? It’s not like I’m asking for much, just a repeat of the past."

Tears welled in Rachael’s eyes as she held her stomach even tighter, her face twisted with fear and disgust. "Please, Louise, ask for something else. I can’t do that, not now. It’s too much."

Louise’s smile faded slightly as his patience wore thin. "Then you three better get used to the idea of rotting in prison. I’ll make sure you all pay for what you did to me." He turned on his heel, heading toward the door.

"Wait!" Anabella’s voice broke through the tense silence as she hurried to grab Louise by the waist, stopping him in his tracks. "I’ll do it," she whispered, her voice barely audible, but the weight of her words filled the room. "I’ll do whatever you want."

Louise turned slowly to face her, his eyes scanning her face as if assessing whether she was truly serious. "Really?" he asked, his tone calm but laced with sinister satisfaction. "You’ll do it?"

Without saying another word, Anabella began to strip off her clothes, her hands trembling as she peeled away her top, then her pants. Soon, she stood naked in front of him, her round breasts exposed, her body vulnerable. Louise’s eyes darkened with lust, his gaze lingering over her exposed form as he felt the familiar stir of arousal.

Peace, watching Anabella, stood frozen for a moment, her mind spinning, before she too began to undress. Tears streamed down her face as she stripped away her dignity along with her clothes, standing beside Anabella, equally bare and exposed.

Rachael, still clutching her stomach, shook her head, unable to move. "I can’t... I can’t do this," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I’m pregnant."

Anabella and Peace were shocked as they heard Rachel’s revelation but they’re not even worried about asking who impregnated her as they were concerned about saving themselves.

Louise’s smirk returned. "Oh, now you’re using a baby as an excuse?" he taunted. "You were happy to use me, to throw me to the wolves when it suited you. Now you’re suddenly playing the innocent mother? Give me a break, Rachael."

Her body trembled as she hesitated, torn between protecting her unborn child and protecting her freedom. Finally, with a resigned sob, Rachael began to slowly undress, her hands shaking as she pulled off her clothes. Louise watched with a cold, satisfied expression as the last piece of her clothing fell to the floor.

"Good girls," he murmured, stepping toward Anabella first. He reached out, pulling her close, his hands roaming over her bare skin.

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Downstairs, the party continued in full swing, until suddenly the lights dimmed. A wide screen lowered from the ceiling, and to everyone’s shock, it displayed a live feed of Louise and the three naked girls in the room, their private nightmare exposed for everyone to see. The camera had started capturing everything.

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