Winning My Ex-Crush

Alan’s POV

A year after college graduation…

Everything may have passed in the blink of an eye for others, but not for me. I spent four years attending the same university as Amy and Chris. Those times were a long torture for me. They made me their sexual slave, and it completely changed me. Both psychologically and physically, I was no longer Clark Thomson.

I had to endure the forced suffering for more than four years.

How could anyone influence another person to change their entire identity like this? I used to love eating, but Amy forced me to change my eating habits and turned me into a clean-eating enthusiast. I used to watch cartoons while snacking, but now Amy has driven me to become obsessed with working out at the gym.

Maybe it was better for me. Perhaps it was what I needed, even if I had to suffer. It was what transformed me into someone who was valued like I am now.

I walked toward the altar. A small box containing a gold ring was safely tucked in my black tuxedo pocket. As I walked along the red carpet, the women turned their heads toward me. Their mouths fell open, they held their breath, and their cheeks flushed when our eyes met for a brief moment.

Look at me! I was Alan Schmidt, the charismatic one!

When the time came, Amy emerged from the door, walking slowly to the harmonious music of a string quintet. She wore a luxurious white wedding dress designed by a famous bridal designer. In her hand was a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Amy Schmidt smiled widely, and her appearance resembled the image of the princesses that little girls dreamed of.

Well, peeps, you were all fooled by that demon.

I smiled as Amy finally stopped in front of the altar. Mr. Schmidt, our father, let go of Amy’s hand with a shaky step. Though concerning, our father managed to fulfill the only task he had at this wedding.

Amy forced him to walk her to the altar, even though it was an activity he could hardly do since suffering a severe stroke last year. For Amy, everything had to be perfect. If only no one recognized Mr. Schmidt, Amy would have hired a handsome, slim elderly man to entice the girls into making him their sugar daddy.

I knew it was all chaotic. But after dealing with Amy for several years, I began to tolerate everything she asked instead of causing a scene and being found tied up naked in a public park. That was what happened to me when I refused to do her college assignments.

The pastor gave a brief speech, followed by the exchanging of marriage vows. Amy and her husband recited promises that I sensed were surely fake and would not be kept by Amy.

“Now you are husband and wife. You may exchange the rings,” the pastor said.

I performed my duty as expected. My hand reached into my pocket. I pulled out the velvety square box and opened it to reveal a pair of gold rings, one of which was set with a huge diamond.

Amy’s husband, a senator from Massachusetts, was twenty years older than Amy. This was his second marriage, but for Amy, it was her first. Even though our father disagreed, he couldn’t refuse the wishes of my mother and Amy, who prioritized money-oops, correction, wealth, and power. Dad couldn’t do anything because he had no better options, with debts and the bankruptcy of his hotel chain looming over him.

So here we were, kissing the old man’s ass with friendly smiles and Amy’s fake bombshell body. I watched as Amy was finally adorned with a diamond-studded chain on her ring finger. Then everyone in the church clapped and cheered, including me, except for Chris.

The young man glared at Amy and her husband fiercely. I couldn’t blame him, really. He was just unfortunate in business. At least Amy still kept that man for her sexual satisfaction. Though somehow I knew it, Amy and Chris truly loved each other.

It was sad, indeed.

***

“How’s your business, Alan?” Peter Morgan asked before sipping his champagne.

“Pretty good. I hope you remain my loyal customer. That fiber drink is excellent for your digestion after this reception party.” I chuckled at Amy’s husband.

“Of course, Alan. You know, I even talked to Amy about your business. I think I could help you take it to the next level. Are you interested?”

“Oh, really? I’m all ears, please.”

Peter beckoned me closer with his fingers. I scooted my chair toward him and leaned in to see and hear him better amidst the crowd.

“I have idle money. I thought instead of keeping it in the bank with low interest, I would invest it.”

“Are you going to invest in my company?” My eyes blinked in surprise at the exciting news.

“Yes. Just tell me how much you need.” Peter nodded.

“Actually, I’m short $200 thousand to start production of my new product line. I was planning to wait until the first variant sold out,” I said enthusiastically.

“That’s a small amount. What could you do if I gave you $500 grand?” Peter raised an eyebrow with a crooked smile.

“Oh, quite a lot. I could build a new business line that’s still closely related.”

“Is it related to the retail business?”

“Membership gym with personal trainers.”

“Ah, interesting. We could invest in machines used by the members without too many production transactions.” Peter nodded his head again with a broad smile.

“Yes. Fewer headaches by avoiding the trial and error of production machines and raw materials, as well as workers constantly protesting for raises.” I groaned in frustration as I recalled the condition of the small factory that worked with my company.

“Perfect. Come to my house next week after I return from my honeymoon. We can talk more there.”

“Sure!”

“Darling, don’t tell me you’re offering Alan your business.” Amy sat on Peter’s lap and immediately wrapped her arms around her husband’s shoulders possessively.

“Just a bit. Besides, I’m just fulfilling your desire to help your brother.” Peter chuckled softly and hugged Amy’s waist.

“Oh, darling, you’re so sweet. Alan really needs that investment from you. He needs a lot of money to achieve his dreams.” Amy kissed Peter’s cheek and stroked his face.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“What exactly is his dream?”

“True love,” Amy whispered, then giggled, which was soon met with Peter’s hearty laughter.

“Alright, you got me. That’s exactly what I strive for to win you over.”

They made out in front of me. One eyebrow of mine was raised, but I quickly adjusted my expression to smile widely in support of their relationship. After all, Amy was right. I needed all that money to buy the connections Fenella needed as a model.