From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)
Chapter 151: A Little Revenge, A Little Joy

Chapter 151: A Little Revenge, A Little Joy

Micah clenched his jaw. His fists were pressed tightly against his chest as he glared at Clyde through the thick lenses of his glasses. His chest rose and fell quickly. His whole body was tense.

He was furious. Absolutely furious. But he couldn’t afford to lose his temper, not now. Not here. Not in front of Clyde. If he snapped, he would blow his cover.

He swallowed hard, then forced out a stiff voice. "Excuse me, I’ll go freshen up..." his voice trembled as he stood up and walked off. The bathroom door slammed behind him with a loud bang.

In the quiet hotel room, Clyde watched Micah’s reaction calmly. A hint of satisfaction gleamed in his eyes, like someone who had just made the winning move in a very long game.

Clyde thought back to the expression on Micah’s face, angry, aggravated, embarrassed, and shook his head lightly. Of course, Micah had no idea that Clyde already knew. That he had seen through the disguise long ago, Asena, the pretty girl persona with careful smiles and soft-spoken words. And because of that, Micah had assumed he was actually seeking a fake partner.

If it weren’t for that truth, Clyde would have never entertained the thought of showing up to a banquet with someone on his arm, let alone a fake girlfriend. He hated attention. He didn’t do public appearances or like to interact with others.

But tonight, something had changed.

Tonight, he had realised something.

He didn’t want to see Micah, disguised or not, getting close to anyone else.

Just the thought of someone else’s eyes on Micah, someone else obsessed enough to chase after him in a gala made something in Clyde twist tight and mean. One he could no longer ignore or pretend didn’t exist.

He couldn’t no longer lie to himself. This wasn’t about protecting Micah like he had tried to convince himself before. It wasn’t about keeping him from getting hurt the way his uncle, mother, or father had.

The excuse did not explain the way he wanted to stay close to Micah. The way he enjoyed teasing him. Helping him. Watching his reaction.

He wasn’t free of Micah. No. He was tangled deep.

So he did what he thought was right. Tie Micah to himself. Even in his disguise. Let others see Micah was not without backup.

That Aidan Wilson... was famous for his obsessive behaviour. If Micah thought he could easily escape from Aidan, he was mistaken.

This way he could protect Micah and also... enjoy the sight of Micah squirming under his teasing.

The way Micah’s lips parted now, caught between protest and confusion. The slight flush on his cheeks, whether from the embarrassment or anger, Clyde couldn’t tell. The way his hands clenched on his chest, unsure if he wanted to argue or flee.

Clyde’s chest felt heavy, but there was a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes.

After everything Micah had put him through, the stress, the confusion, the secrecy, the relentless push and pull, he figured he deserved at least this much amusement.

Just a little revenge. Just a little joy.

Clyde sat down and poured a cup of tea, the liquid steaming gently as it filled the delicate porcelain cup. He stirred it slowly, his lips lifting into a faint, amused smile.

He leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered by Micah’s tantrum in the bathroom, and took a sip.

The sound of muffled stomping echoed faintly from behind the bathroom door, followed by the clatter of something hitting the counter.

Clyde chuckled under his breath. "That will do," he muttered to himself.

Inside the bathroom, Micah pulled off his coat and threw it onto the counter with a huff.

"Stupid Clyde!" he hissed through gritted teeth. "What kind of guy asks a complete stranger to be his girlfriend? Are you that desperate?"

Micah yanked off the baggy t-shirt he had been wearing and stared down at the breast pads hanging loosely on his chest. He quickly readjusted them and fastened them properly. Then he let out a long sigh. His reflection in the mirror stared back at him.

"What am I doing?" he groaned. "Why am I pretending like this?"

He ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a deep breath. "Yeah. I should just storm out of here and tell that jerk a big no! No way am I being his fake girlfriend! That’s insane. I’ll repay his kindness and help in some other way, something normal," Micah said with righteous conviction.

He nodded once as if it was his final decision. But then he started pacing around the room. He walked back and forth, feet tapping quickly against the tiled floor.

"But... if I say no..." he whispered to himself, chewing the inside of his cheek. "Will he go ask someone else? Just like that?"

His chest tightened at the thought.

"Why does he even need a fake girlfriend? Can’t he date like normal people? He’s handsome and owns a company... shouldn’t that be easy?!" Micah rubbed his forehead in frustration.

He stopped in his tracks. "Seriously, why is he still single at his age?"

He took off his glasses and splashed some cold water onto his face. The droplets ran down his cheeks, but the waterproof makeup held firm. Still, just in case, he grabbed a small pouch from his bag and dabbed his face carefully. A little powder, a touch to the corners of his eyes, and he was back to looking fresh again.

His hand slowed as he stared at his reflection. He felt His throat tighten slightly. With the six-month rule to stay at the dorm during the week, it would be hard to keep dressing up like this. Rationally, he should decline Clyde’s offer.

There were too many things going on already, his stomach issue, dealing with those four male leads, protecting Darcy, helping with Flora’s treatment, attending university... the list went on and on.

How was he supposed to add playing a sweet fake girlfriend for Clyde to all of that?

Yeah. He should say no. The right answer was no.

Micah grabbed his T-shirt again, tugged it over his head, and pulled on the oversized coat. He took one last look at himself in the mirror and opened the bathroom door, stepping out.

Clyde was sitting on the couch with his phone to his ear. When he saw Micah return, he ended the call right away and stood up.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

Micah nodded slightly, not meeting his eyes.

"Good. Let’s go," Clyde said as he walked toward the door. "I arranged for us to take a special elevator. It goes straight to the underground parking. No stops."

"Thanks," Micah muttered. His head was down, and his hands were tucked inside the sleeves of his coat. He didn’t understand why he felt upset, but his chest felt tight.

They stepped into the elevator. The doors closed silently behind them.

Clyde glanced sideways, puzzled by Micah’s downcast mood.

"So," Clyde said, breaking the silence. "What’s your answer?"

Micah stared at their reflection in the metal doors.

"With all due respect," he began, "the joke has gone a little too far. I think you were just teasing me. You don’t know my name, or how old I am. I could be a minor, for all you know. So asking me to be your fake partner...it just feels like you’re messing with me."

His voice grew more serious, more firm.

"From the way you act, the way you talk, and how easily you walk around this hotel... it’s obvious you’re rich and powerful. Someone like you doesn’t need a random nameless girl’s help. I appreciate your help tonight, I really do... but I don’t think I can..."

"Who said I don’t know you?" Clyde cut in, not letting Micah’s words finish.

Micah jolted, and his heart sank. "Huh?"

"Aren’t you Micah’s sister?"

Micah stared blankly at Clyde. "What?"

"You look so much like him. You two must be twins, right?" Clyde tilted his head, studying him with a thoughtful look. "Same face shape, same build, same eyes...I think I’m right, aren’t I?"

Micah screamed silently in his head. No no no no no... what was he supposed to say to that?

If he said he wasn’t Micah’s sister, how to explain the similarity? What if Clyde suspected he was crossdressing?

If he said yes, he was his sister, how could he invent a new sister in Ramsy’s family?!

Clyde knew his family, but had never seen them...

Micah gulped. "Wow... so you know my little brother?"

Clyde smiled. "Yeah, we’ve met a couple of times. I’m guessing you are Miss Aria, right?"

Micah’s expression froze for a second but he quickly nodded. "Yes. That’s me. I didn’t know you knew my name."

"Your brother has talked about your family before." Clyde lied without batting an eye.

Micah rolled his eyes inwardly. Sly fox! When did he ever say anything about his sisters?

"Can I ask your name, sir?" Micah asked instead.

"Clyde," he replied. Then after a pause. "Clyde Du Pont."

The name echoed in the silence of the elevator like a dropped pin.

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