Disguised As A Boy To Attend Belmont High School
Chapter 180: You’re In For A Great Show.

Chapter 180: You’re In For A Great Show.

As they walked, Olive wiped at her tears, her chest heaving with quiet sobs. Lara remained by her side, her arm wrapped protectively around Olive, ready to listen whenever she was ready to speak.

Meanwhile, at the exclusive student cafeteria, Anabella sat down with a glass of orange juice in her hand. A smirk danced across her lips as she gazed into space, clearly lost in thought. Her self-satisfied demeanor drew no small amount of curiosity from the other students, though no one dared to approach her. Anabella’s reputation for being intimidating kept their prying eyes at bay.

Racheal approached and sat down across from her, her expression a mixture of confusion and curiosity. She tilted her head slightly as she scrutinized her friend.

"What’s going on, Anabella? Did you win the lottery or something?" she asked, her tone tinged with suspicion.

The moment the question left Racheal’s lips, Anabella erupted into laughter, the sound loud and unapologetic. Heads turned momentarily in her direction, but the other students quickly looked away, not wanting to risk her wrath.

"Let me guess," Racheal continued after the laughter subsided, folding her arms across her chest. "This is about Arthur, isn’t it? Did he seriously confess to being... a girl? Are you kidding me right now?"

Anabella’s smirk widened as she leaned back in her chair, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "It’s she now, Racheal, not he. She’s got a vagina, not a penis," she replied, bursting into another round of laughter. "Oh, you should have seen that bitch’s face. Priceless!"

Racheal sighed heavily, her brows furrowing as she regarded Anabella with a mix of skepticism and concern. "But seriously, Anabella, do you think Lucas will fall in love with you after finding out you’re the one who told his girlfriend to stay away from him? And what’s the point of threatening Arthur with her secret? What exactly are you trying to achieve with all of this?"

Anabella’s expression turned cold, her eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Lucas doesn’t need to know, and even if he does, he’ll fall in line. He won’t risk his precious girlfriend’s dirty little secret getting out. Not when the fangirls would tear her apart if they found out." She chuckled darkly. "And let’s be honest, Racheal, Arthur is disposable. If she doesn’t leave Belmont voluntarily, well, accidents happen."

Racheal stiffened, her arms tightening protectively around her chest. Her expression shifted to one of alarm. "You’re not serious, Anabella. We can’t cause anyone’s death especially not over something like this!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with urgency. "Fine, threaten them with the video if you must, but don’t you dare let it get out. Promise me."

Anabella rolled her eyes but nodded slightly, her smirk softening into a look of mock compliance. "Relax, Racheal. I’m not killing her and beside I haven’t shown the video to Mrs. George, have I? I just want that bitch to suffer, leave Lucas for me, and then I’ll deal with her. But it won’t be because of the video."

Racheal’s frown deepened as she regarded her friend. "And how exactly do you plan to get rid of her without using the video?"

Anabella leaned forward, her smirk returning with full force. "Just sit back and watch, Racheal. You’re in for a great show. It’s no coincidence that Prince Ethan arrived at Belmont today, you know."

Racheal’s eyes widened in shock as her hand instinctively moved to her baby bump. "Don’t tell me..."

Anabella interrupted with a sinister smile. "Exactly what you’re thinking. I invited Prince Ethan here. Let’s just say his presence is going to be very... inconvenient for that bitch. By the time I’m done, Lucas will have no choice but to fall for me, and he’ll regret ever getting involved with her in the first place."

Racheal stared at her in silent despair, unable to form a response as Anabella leaned back in her chair, exuding triumph.

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Meanwhile, in the 3RM special room, Olive and Lara sat together on a plush sofa, their postures stiff with unease. Across from them, Mark and Aiden occupied another couch, the tension in the room palpable.

Breaking the heavy silence, Aiden leaned forward, his brows furrowed in curiosity. "So... are you two done? Is it official? No more dating?" he asked, his voice breaking the awkward stillness. His gaze flicked between Lara and Olive, then settled on Mark. "And what about you? Are you and your girlfriend going to be next? No longer a couple?"

Mark’s jaw tightened as he glared at Aiden, his irritation bubbling to the surface. "Cut the jokes, Aiden," he snapped. "Lara and I aren’t breaking up now, tomorrow, or ever. It’s a forever deal."

Aiden smirked, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "Forever deal, huh? That’s rich. Forever’s a long time, my friend."

Lara placed a calming hand on Mark’s arm, shooting Aiden a warning look. "Enough, Aiden. This isn’t a game," she said firmly.

Aiden chuckled softly, but the glint in his eyes suggested he wasn’t done stirring the pot.

"Olive, why are you guys breaking up? Do you have a specific reason for doing this?" Lara asked, her voice soft and filled with concern. Her face was etched with worry as she leaned closer, searching Olive’s expression for answers.

Mark, sitting next to Aiden, crossed his arms and furrowed his brows. "Yeah, all of this started after Anabella pulled that stunt in class. You even went along with her orders without protest. What the heck, Olive?" he said, his curiosity evident as he kept his gaze fixed on Olive.

"If there’s really something, you should tell us, even if you can’t tell Lucas," Aiden added, his voice laced with suspicion. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs casually, though his eyes were sharp with interest.

Olive hesitated, her hands trembling as she tried to form the words. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Anabella... she saw Lucas and me kissing in the bathroom. She videoed it."

The room fell into stunned silence as her revelation sent shockwaves through the group. Lara’s eyes widened in disbelief. "No way!" she finally exclaimed, her body tensing with anger. "That idiot will tell the school board for sure. No wonder she’s trying to turn you into her errand girl. She’s blackmailing you with the video, isn’t she?"

Mark’s frustration was evident as he ran a hand through his hair. "I knew something was up," he said, his tone bitter. "If the school board finds out about this, you’re going to get expelled. And it won’t stop there, it’ll ruin your chances of getting into another school. News like this spreads like wildfire."

Olive nodded, tears streaming down her cheeks despite her efforts to wipe them away. Her voice wavered as she spoke. "I know. That’s why I have no choice but to do what Anabella says. She promised not to show the video to anyone if I stay away from Lucas. I just... I just want to finish my exams, graduate, and go to college. That’s all."

Aiden scoffed, standing up from the couch and beginning to pace. "And you actually believe she’ll let you go that easily? Anabella’s far more cunning than you think. Trust me, she won’t stop until she’s destroyed you completely. Staying away from Lucas won’t be enough."

"But what else can she do?" Olive asked, her voice breaking. "She has the video. I don’t see a way out."

"I think you should tell Lucas," Lara said firmly, her expression resolute. "That’s the best thing to do right now. He’ll know how to handle this."

"And then what? Provoke Anabella even more?" Aiden countered, turning to face Lara with a skeptical look. "If she posts that video online, Mrs. George will find out. She’ll expel Olive, and Lucas will probably get sent away from the country to ruin this their lovey dovey. If you ask me, Lucas can’t do anything except make things worse."

"What about Miss Clara?" Lara interjected, her tone desperate as she scrambled for solutions. "She’s Lucas’s sister and the principal of Belmont. If Olive confesses everything to her, maybe she’ll forgive her and help."

Aiden shook his head with a heavy sigh. "Miss Clara might be the principal, but she’s not the owner of Belmont. Mrs. George is, and that woman hates Olive. She’s made that clear plenty of times, especially at the party we attended at the hotel. Mrs. George tolerates scholarship students, but she expects them to ’know their place.’ That means staying far away from the 3RM, especially Lucas, the heir to Belmont."

"Damn it," Lara muttered, her expression a mix of frustration and fear. "We’re really screwed this time. The only way to fix this might be to steal Anabella’s phone and delete the video."

"And then what?" Aiden shot back, his tone sharp. "Even if the video’s gone, Anabella could still expose Olive’s secret. She could tear her clothes in public, or find some other way to prove Olive’s identity. Anabella’s desperate, and she won’t stop until Olive is completely humiliated."

The group fell silent, the weight of Aiden’s words settling over them. Finally, he sighed again and sat back down, his frustration evident. "At this point, I don’t see any solution. Maybe Olive will have to find her own way to deal with this."

The others exchanged uneasy glances, each of them grappling with the gravity of the situation.

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