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Chapter 10: The Fallout

And chaos did unfold.

Thirty minutes later, when the female students who witnessed what happened relayed it to their classmates, friends, and siblings, a quarter and a half of the school still didn't know. 

That was how huge the school was and how populated the school was.

However, it all changed in a matter of minutes. Over a thousand students from different nationalities, families and different personalities—there was something all of them had in common. 

Being teenagers with phones.

In a second, 50 students, and in a minute, almost everyone had seen the blog post posted anonymously on the school's blog website.

Everyone knew anything posted on there was always scandalous but always true.

So imagine their reactions on seeing this:

{ Locker Room Showdown: Myra Allen's Good Girl Facade, Ripped Off!

As the saying goes, "Appearances can be deceiving," and that couldn't be truer for Myra Allen—the wolf in sheep's clothing. I mean, who would have thought that acting sweet and kind or being the legitimate daughter doesn't necessarily make you a good person? Shocker, right?

You're probably wondering how this blog came about, but keep reading, and you'll soon uncover the truth that left both the senior and junior classes absolutely shook.

Let's talk about Ephyra Allen, Myra's illegitimate sister. If you don't know her, ask around. I could have described what went down but reading isn't the same as watching, right? Trust me, everything will make sense after you watch the CCTV footage below.

*The CCTV footage of the Allen sisters' locker room fight.*

Did you catch that part where Ephyra said she'd break off her engagement with Alan? Yep, you heard right. She was ready to walk away from the guy. But noooo, that wasn't good enough for Myra. Because of her "inflated ego" and "disgusting pride," she couldn't handle receiving any favors from someone she loathed. So what does a normal person do? Forgive and forget, right? Wrong! Myra set up a plot that nearly cost her own sister's life. Honestly, Myra didn't just take sibling rivalry to a new level—she shot it into the stratosphere!

But here's where it gets even juicier. We all just found out that Myra, with her sugar-coated smiles and oh-so-sweet personality, wasn't the saint she pretended to be. I mean, this girl was straight-up vicious. What happened in the locker room was child's play compared to the real damage she inflicted on Ephyra before. How do we know? 

Y'all heard what Ephyra said about the letter, right? Well, she wasn't lying. How do I know that? Swipe up!

*Two images appear—one of the original letter Ephyra sent to Alan (which Myra intercepted), and another showing Alan's supposed reply.*

Now, here's the bombshell: Alan and his friends will easily recognize that the second letter wasn't written by him. So, what does that mean?

Drumroll, please! Myra—the real snake—intercepted Ephyra's letter, forged a reply in Alan's name, and even hired thugs to attack her sister. Yes, you read that right. This all led to Ephyra's near-fatal accident, all because Myra's jealousy, possessiveness, and insane cruelty were off the charts.

And let's be real, Myra must've been a little too confident in her own lies because guess what? In her locker room showdown, she literally exposed herself. After claiming her arm was broken, she lifted it high enough to try and strike Ephyra again. Seriously, Myra, at least keep track of your own lies!

Honestly, what type of snake have we been breeding in this school?! I think it's time for a little pest control, don't you?

Stay tuned, the drama is far from over!}

~~~

Chaos erupted within minutes of the blog post hitting the school's website. Whispers turned to gasps, gasps to shouts, and soon, the entire school was buzzing with the scandal of the year. Myra Allen, one of the school's sweet and beloved darling, had been unmasked, and everyone—literally everyone—was talking about it.

Groups of students huddled together, phones in hand, their eyes glued to the footage of the locker room showdown.

"No way, I always thought Myra was a bit... fake, but this?" One girl exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief as she replayed the video for the fifth time.

"Honestly, what type of snake have we been breeding in our school?!" another boy muttered, echoing the very words of the blog post, as he scrolled through the comments already flooding in under the video. Everyone had something to say, and no one was holding back.

"Myra's the real-life villain! The way she acted sweet all these years... wow, just wow."

"Did you see how she was still trying to hit Ephyra even with her 'broken' arm? Guess her acting skills need work!"

"Inflated ego, disgusting pride... sounds like the new Myra Allen alright."

Laughter and mockery filled the halls, and as word spread, more and more students crowded around in groups, sharing their thoughts on the post. In every corner of the school, Myra's name was being dragged through the mud.

In an empty part of the school grounds, Malia couldn't contain their glee. Malia was practically bouncing on her heels as she scrolled through the comments, her wicked grin growing wider by the second.

"I can't believe how fast this spread!" she exclaimed, showing Orla her phone screen. "Look at these comments! Myra's social life is officially over."

Orla smirked but kept her usual calm demeanor. "Well, your writing was definitely convincing."

"Guess you were right after all," Orla said, her tone light but edged with satisfaction. "It was fun."

Malia laughed, flashing her sister a victorious grin. "Told you so." 

Suddenly, she paused as her expression changed. "Hey, don't you think we should check up on Ephyra? I mean, we did such a good deed, others might not know but the person we did it for should know, right?" 

Orla who knew what her sister really wanted, sighed loudly, "Do whatever you want."

In the school library, only a handful of students were there, and Alan Latham, one of the stars of the blog post was among them, studying as usual. With his brown hair styled in a messy fringe and his tall body covered in his straight and neat white shirt, tie, and pants, he looked like the typical cool and handsome high school guy who all the girls love.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the large and quiet space. Soon, a figure stood by Alan's side.

"Hey, I have been looking for you all over the damn school, man!"

Alan's brow furrowed, "Why what happened?"

"I knew it," the guy mumbled and turned to Alan, "Open your phone and check."

"What? What happen–"

"Forget it, here." 

The guy thrust his phone into Alan's hand, the screen already displaying the now-viral blog post. Alan blinked as his eyes scanned the bold title—Locker Room Showdown: Myra Allen's Good Girl Facade, Ripped Off!. He hesitated for a moment before his thumb began to scroll.

His grip tightened around the phone as he read. He replayed the CCTV footage again, frozen on the spot.

"What…?" Alan whispered, almost to himself. The footage of Myra lifting her "injured" arm to attack again made his stomach twist. He was so deep in thought that he barely noticed when his friend took the phone back.

"I can't believe Myra would do shit like this, man," the guy continued. "But this blog just says otherwise and a CCTV can't lie right?"

Alan clenched his fists and stood up. "I need to find Ephyra."

His friend raised an eyebrow. "Now?"

But there was no response as he was gone.

---

After sleeping for a while, Eira felt that she'd rested enough so she left the healthcare building and walked back to the classroom.

[How's it going?] Ephyra asked in her mind as she neared the senior and junior year building.

[The Dellinger siblings posted the footage. It's already going viral.] came the response from the AI

Ephyra's lips curved into a small smile. Perfect. The plan had worked, but there was still more because something like this wouldn't be enough to crush Myra completely. Rather, she will become more vicious than she was before and show her true colors which was exactly what Eira wanted. 

She'd dealt with a lot of people like that.

[Everything is going as planned, Master.]

[Good. Keep an eye on Myra's activities.]

[Understood.]

Eira turned her head slightly, eyes closing as she let out a satisfied sigh. Just as she made to turn a corner a hand held her back.


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Chapter 11: Debt

"Was everything you said true?" Alan's cold voice was accompanied by a condescending stare as he stood at a distance from Ephyra.

Without waiting for her reply, he continued. "You know they weren't. You lied, lied against Myra. All the things you said, the tears, I know they were all fake. If Myra hadn't told me what really happened on the day you got into an accident, then I would have believed your lies." he stepped forward. "You can never change can you?"

Eira snorted in amusement as she shook her head and turned to leave.

"You are always lying and finding ways to make Myra's life miserable. Why? Just because you're jealous of her? Despite the fact that your mother ruined a perfect home and gave birth to you, they accepted you and Myra treated you like a sister but you only paid her back with betrayal," Alan's voice grew harsher as he followed Ephyra, his anger rising with each word.

Eira stopped walking and turned slowly, her eyes gleaming with a cold intensity. "Are you done?" she asked, her voice eerily calm.

Alan's scowl deepened, surprised by her nonchalant reaction.

Still, he continued. "Myra told me she saved you from getting molested by some thugs, she also told me you sent a letter and told me the content and there was no where you mentioned that you were going to break off the engagement for her sake. And the second letter? If as it was said in the blog that it was forged then anyone could have forged it, you could have." 

He grabbed her arm and turned her to face him, "Tell me, you did didn't you? You set all this up? Why? So that you could get back to Myra?"

Eira smiled and looked up at him. 'I don't know what she saw in you. You don't deserve her.' she thought as she moved her gaze to his hand holding her arm.

"Let go." 

He tightened his hold, "After everything she did for you, you still shamelessly act innocent while framing the one who helped you. Tell me Ephyra, how ungrateful are you? Do you know what you did? You ruined her image in the school. Do you have any idea how she would be feeling? You–"

His words were cut off by a hard punch to his face.

She dusted off her arm—the place he held, before turning to see his shocked expression.

Eira glared at him as she spoke, "First, do not ever touch me. Second, don't you ever call me a bastard because Ephyra Allen, never was and never will. Third, you can believe whatever you want to, I don't give a fuck nor care whatever the hell you think about me. Fourth, expect whatever is coming for you. You're no different from her. You fucking piece of shit." 

With that, she turned and walked forward but after taking two steps, she stopped and glanced back at him, her lips curling up.

"Oh, and lastly, after the accident, I realized that I have been stupid to have loved you so I don't anymore and I'm going to be breaking off the damned engagement so you can be with your darling Myra. No need to thank me." After telling him that, she walked away.

Immediately after she left, a hearty laugh rang out, pulling Alan out of his reverie. He turned around and frowned at the figure leaning on the wall with her arms crossed while chewing a gum.

"Ava."

The girl named Ava moved towards him with a wide smile on her pink glossy lips. She had long golden wavy hair with fringes and light gray irises. Wearing a purple plaid skirt with a matching vest over a white shirt, along with a purple tie and a headband. She pairs this with purple socks and chunky, pink Mary Jane heels. 

If anyone saw her, they would think she was an innocent high-school girl but Ava McCarthy Latham was anything but innocent.

"Alan dearest, that was comedy gold." she smiled as she tilted her head, "Don't you think your fiance has changed ever since she got knocked over? Maybe the hit made her come back to her senses. Right?"

Alan ignored her and wiped the blood from his lip, still reeling from the punch. His mind was a whirlwind of confusion, but Ava's mocking voice snapped him back to reality.

"Get lost, Ava," he muttered, turning his back on her.

Ava clicked her tongue, unfazed by his cold dismissal. "Aw, come on, Alan. Don't be like that. You know, I could've told you this would happen. Ephyra was always too soft, too naive. But now?" She whistled. "She's a whole new beast."

Alan clenched his fists, unwilling to listen to her taunts. But deep down, her words gnawed at him. Ephyra had changed—there was no denying it. The quiet girl he once knew seemed like a distant memory, replaced by someone sharper, fiercer. But was it all an act?

Ava leaned in closer. "You think you know everything, don't you? Because Myra told you?" she chuckled bitterly. "Believe whatever you want. You were always blind when it came to her anyway."

He shot her a cold glare. "I said, get lost."

Ava smirked, backing away with a playful shrug. "Suit yourself. But remember this, Alan. Just because someone plays the victim doesn't mean they're innocent. And just because someone stays silent doesn't mean they're guilty."

With one last glance, she sauntered off, leaving Alan standing alone, his thoughts in disarray.

••

Myra Allen sat alone in the music room. The distant sound of students talking and laughing in the halls felt like it was a world away. She gripped the edge of the piano, her knuckles white, as the sinking realization of what had happened finally hit her.

Her phone buzzed incessantly with notifications, but she couldn't bring herself to check. She knew what they were—the messages, the gossip, the ridicule. She had been careful for so long, hiding behind her sweet smile, manipulating situations to her favor. But now, it was all falling apart. 

And it was all because of that bitch!

Her phone dinged again—another comment. 

"Fuck! So all the kindness was all an act? Should she become an actress, she would bag a lot of awards with her impeccable acting."

"This... this can't be fucking happening!" Myra yelled as she grabbed the vase by the side of the piano and threw it on the floor.

Remembering Ephyra's expression and words when they got into the locker room and everything that happened after, Myra realized that her step-sister had changed. A lot.

She curled her hand into a fist and said through gritted teeth, "Every damn thing was an act. The bitch set me up and she's going to pay. I will make sure of that."

Myra didn't stop to think about why Ephyra had changed so much nor did she care. All she wanted now was revenge, pure and simple.

As the glass shards scattered across the floor, Myra's anger only grew. The rage bubbling inside her once kept in check behind a polished facade, now spilled over uncontrollably

Suddenly, her phone rang but she ignored it. However, she couldn't ignore it when it started ringing for the third time. Irritated, she picked it up and was surprised to see that it was her mom calling.

"Mom?" 

"My baby, are you alright?" her mother's concerned voice echoed through the phone.

Myra clenched her jaw, her anger still simmering beneath the surface. "No, Mom, I'm not alright. Everything is falling apart because of that bitch, Ephyra!"

Her mother sighed, a mix of worry and frustration lacing her voice. "It's alright, your friend called me and told me what happened. I've sent a driver to come pick you up, he will be there soon. And don't worry, I already called the principal, and he gave me his permission. Come home dear, you can tell me everything then, ok?"

"Okay."

… 

"If all you said is true then, it won't be easy to control her anymore," Marianna said with a frown.

"Not only that Mom, remember that Dad is coming back today? What will happen if Ephyra tells him what I did to her?" Myra's voice trembled slightly, though her anger remained. "Dad's going to believe her! He's always doubted me."

Marianna stayed silent for a moment, her fingers tapping against the edge of the chair. "Your father..." she trailed off, contemplating the situation. "You're right. He's always had a soft spot for Ephyra. But we can't let her destroy everything we've worked for."

Myra's grip on her phone tightened. "Then what do we do?"

"I'm coming," she said as she stood up and walked to the stairs. 

"What are you going to do?" 

Marianna paused on the stairs, "Something I should have done a long time ago." 

Reaching her room, she quickly shut the door behind her. The opulence of her surroundings—a grand bed draped with silk linens, towering mirrors, and carefully arranged vases—faded into the background as she strode toward the drawer.

With steady fingers, she pressed the hidden button at the side of the ornate dresser, activating the concealed compartment. The soft click of the drawer sliding out reverberated in the silence, revealing a collection of objects that she hadn't touched in years. 

Her eyes scanned the contents until they landed on what she was looking for—a small, black, sleek card embossed with a devil's horn in silver. She hesitated, her hand hovering above it, memories from long ago stirring in her chest. But there was no room for doubt now. Myra's future—and her own—depended on what she did next.

Picking up the card, Marianna sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling only slightly as she dialed the number inscribed on it. Each ring on the other end sent a wave of tension up her spine until finally, the call connected.

"Who is this?" A gruff voice answered, rough and cold. The sound of it brought her back to a time when she swore she'd never need this connection again. Yet, here she was.

Marianna's grip on the card tightened, knuckles whitening. "It's Mari," she said softly but with an edge. "You remember me, right, Rico?"

There was a pause, followed by a low chuckle. "Mari… Marianna Vargas. I didn't expect to hear from you after all these years." His voice dripped with amusement, but there was an underlying menace she hadn't forgotten.

"Times change," she replied, her tone sharper now. "I wanna collect my debt, Rico."

"Collect, huh?" He sounded intrigued, almost entertained. "After all these years? What do you want, Mari? You need a bodyguard? A scare tactic?"

"No, I need you to kill someone."

There was a long silence on the other end.

Finally, he spoke, his voice colder than before. "Who's the target?"

Marianna exhaled, steadying herself before uttering the name. "Ephyra Allen."

Another pause followed, this one more measured. Rico's voice came back, a mocking and amused edge to it. "Family?"

Marianna's silence was all the confirmation Rico needed.

"You always did have a ruthless side, Mari. Alright. You know my price, and you know how this works. I'll need details. Where, when, and how clean you want this to be."

 "I'll send you the details soon."

"Good," Rico said. "Just remember—once I get started, there's no going back."

"I know."


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