Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

My breath was caught when I saw my nemesis again. I hadn’t expected to meet her again after all these years. The last time I saw her was at prom night, and I was sure I wouldn’t have to deal with her again. Yet, here I was, standing and staring at her wide smile as she looked at me.

Yes, she saw me.

My body trembled for a moment. My eyes widened as she walked closer to us. I swallowed and prepared myself to face her again.

Her hair was now copper-colored, cut short to her shoulders with large, pompous waves. She wore a long-sleeved white maxi dress that was tight, but with a plunging neckline and transparent mesh down to her stomach. Her lips were painted bright red with heavy makeup.

For a moment, my thoughts drifted to the times she had mocked me. She would hiss in anger every time I did something she disliked. She made my nightmares come true. I didn’t want to be obsessed with her, but I couldn’t shake the painful throb in my chest every time I saw her squinted eyes mocking me.

Now she was doing it again. As her body was right in front of me, she squinted her eyes. She wasn’t taller than me, but now she seemed to have grown taller and looked down on me from above her feet.

Suddenly, Alan’s hand gripped mine, which was hanging by his arm. He squeezed it for a moment, and I immediately snapped out of my daze. I looked at Alan’s face, and he nodded encouragingly with a smile.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s here. What a splendid surprise.” Amy’s voice came out in a low tone that felt cold and piercing to my ears.

“Hey, Amy. You know her, don’t you?” Alan smiled at her.

“I may or may not remember her. Is she really Fenella Baxter?” Amy looked me up and down.

“Yes, she is.”

Alan straightened his back. His chin lifted, and a haughty glare shone in his eyes as he looked at Amy. Seeing Alan bravely facing Amy, I felt urged to show the same courage. I straightened my back, lifted my chin slightly, and stared back at her.

“Hello, Amy. I must be cursed to meet you again,” I said, unknowingly with a sarcastic tone.

“Everyone makes the same stupid mistake in their life. How do you like my well-trained pet?” She smiled wryly before taking a sip of her champagne.

“Amy, we agreed to play nice today.” Alan frowned and grated his teeth.

“Sorry. It must be in my blood to tick off my prey.” She chuckled briefly. “Especially if they try hard to steal my spotlight.”

Amy continued to look at me disdainfully. Aha! As usual, she didn’t like it when someone else looked better and more beautiful than her. Now that I was here with Alan, arm in arm, getting everyone checking out on us, it clearly annoyed her.

“No one is trying to steal your spotlight, Amy. We just came to greet an old friend,” I said with a firm smile.

“Hello, who’s there? Must be a new face.”

A man approached us. He appeared older but still had a trim figure with a slim stomach. His hair was streaked with a couple of white hairs, which only added to his distinguished look. He was dressed in a dark gray three-piece suit and a white tie. He embraced Amy at the waist, and I immediately recognized his face from one of the billboard advertisements as the senator.

“Let me introduce you, Peter. This is my fiancee, Fenella Baxter,” Alan said.

“Ah, what a gorgeous lady.” Peter extended his hand to shake mine. I smiled warmly, feeling a bit embarrassed by his compliment.

“Thank you, sir. It’s so nice to finally meet my favorite senator.” I greeted his handshake with a fake smile I knew could always fool any man.

“You nail a fine gene for our family bloodline,” Peter said to Alan while still holding my hand.

“Yes. She’s the whole reason I built my business.”

Peter’s eyes widened upon hearing Alan’s words. His other hand then pointed at me with his mouth slightly agape. “So, she’s the main goal you always talked about?”

“Precisely.” Alan nodded confidently with a proud smile on his face.

“Ah, now I know why you were so determined to build your business empire for years. She’s worth it.” Peter chuckled, and I laughed softly, my cheeks reddening from the embarrassment of all the praise.

Crazy. His mouth was so sweet! With a baritone voice, sharp, glittering gaze, and firm handshake, he could conquer any woman to spread her legs for him. Too bad his behavior and criminal acts were so terrible.

“Darling, you also promised to give me a business empire last year. Until now, you’ve only given me a little pocket money. Am I less worth it than her?”

Amy’s hand fidgeted on her husband’s chest, and she pressed herself close to him. Her voice also turned into a whiny tone that made my skin crawl.

Gosh! Amy never changed. She would get jealous and pout if someone else took the spotlight from her. I held back a scoff that threatened to escape from me to remain polite in front of them.

I didn’t know whether to be proud or not, but it was clear she still felt challenged by me. It seemed my hard work over the past seven years had paid off. Suddenly, I felt more confident and began to believe that Amy wasn’t as frightening as she used to be.

“Amy, dear, I’ve told you I would give you everything if you gave me a son.” Peter seemed to be restraint himself and patiently dealing with his wife.

“Why do you always ask for that like someone living in ancient times?” Amy asked with a pouty lip. Her hand clutched Peter’s suit collar.

“And you always make me feel bad for being an older man.”

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“Once again, congratulations to you, Alan. I’ll be waiting for your wedding invitation.” Peter patted Alan’s shoulder briefly. His eyes then winked at me flirtatiously before he walked away, leaving the three of us alone.

I watched Peter Morgan’s back as he blended into the crowd at another table. His cold demeanor that I had just seen immediately turned warm again as he greeted other guests. They laughed and chuckled, while the three of us remained silent in a gloomy atmosphere.

“I’ll gouge your eyes out if you keep looking at him.” Amy hissed at me.

I immediately turned back to the woman. Sure enough, she was grinding her teeth as if she were about to poke my eyes out for real.

“Easy, Amy. She’s done nothing wrong.” Alan held Amy’s shoulder.

“Fuck off, Alan. Don’t you see their looks when they flirt? She disgusts me.” She scrunched her face, still hissing through her gritted teeth.

“She’s with me now. Will you stop crushing my dream like that? Nothing happened between them.”

“Yeah, for now.” Amy rolled her eyes upwards. “You can’t let your guard down with a harlot like her.”

“Shut the fuck up, Amy. You’d better focus on your baby-making thing. Or should I replace you instead?” I forced a wry smile this time, managing to steel myself to counter her insults that I had been swallowing.

Amy tightened her grip on her champagne glass. Oh no, don’t tell me she’s going to pour that champagne on me.