Antalya’s POV
The moment I stood there, staring at the two girls—Mika and Sarah—my blood was still rushing from the fight. My stick was steady in my hand, and everyone’s eyes were on me. I could see the disbelief on their faces, but I refused to step back.
“You think I’ll just let this go?” I said sharply, my voice cutting through the silence. “You made a bet. You lost. Now fulfill it.”
The crowd gasped. Some of them thought I’d laugh it off or play nice, but no. If I let this slide, they’d bully me every single day until I broke.
Mika sneered, flipping her hair back. “What do you want? A thank you note for embarrassing us?”
I folded my arms, smirking. “Not a thank you note. I want you on your knees. Apologize properly. Or do you want me to drag you down myself?”
Sarah’s face turned
