Trading Revenge For An Heir

Chapter 3

Riley woke up with a sharp headache, feeling disoriented and dizzy.

She blinked several times to clear her vision, but the more she forced herself, the more her headache revolted. She winced when the pain grew unbearable and had no choice but to give up, laying back down and waiting for the discomfort to pass.

Her body felt as if it had been through three days of exertion without food and water. Additionally, there was a nagging feeling in the hollow of her stomach, trying to remind her of something.

When she opened her eyes again, she felt a little better. Details were becoming clearer—details that seemed foreign to her brain.

She frowned, wondering when on earth she had dumbbells in her room. Knowing she wasn’t exactly the gym type. Riley was more of a runner and sometimes, perhaps, a yoga enthusiast. Other than that, she didn’t do much to stay fit. Her active schedule for the whole day kept her too busy to have time for anything else.

But that was a story for some other time. Right now, she had a lot more questions on her plate than she wanted to deal with so early in the morning.

Riley slipped out of bed and only then realized that she was butt naked.

A strong wave of shock washed over her, lifting goosebumps all over her body.

She looked around frantically, and found her clothes scattered on the floor.

Bile rose to her throat while tears burned her eyes.

“You can’t be serious,” she gasped, dropping to her knees, snatching each piece of her clothing and quickly putting them on.

In less than a minute, she was dressed back in her clothes from the previous night. The memories came in bits and pieces, but the more time she spent in that room, trying to figure out what the hell happened after she came to see Jayce, the more terrified she grew.

She remembered seeing Victor. He invited her inside and offered coffee.

The coffee… he must have mixed something.

What else could explain the dizziness she felt after that? The only thing that made no sense at all was why he would do something like that. What was he trying to achieve?

As if another, more disgusted thought crossed her mind, she hugged her stomach. “No. He didn’t. He didn’t do that, did he?”

She didn’t know what to think anymore. Neither did she have the energy nor the willingness to know what he did to her after feeding her the drug. She knew the answers would hurt even more. She wasn’t sure if she could endure more heartbreaks than she already did in the last twenty-four hours. It was too much for her naive heart. Too much pain for one person.

Riley ran out of the room, only to come face to face with the devil himself.

Victor stood in front of the door, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

The anger and disgust came quicker than she realized.

“You jerk!” She shoved him backwards.

Victor stumbled. The hot liquid spilled and scalded his skin. He winced.

“The f**k is wrong with you?” he growled, shaking his hand and putting the cup down. “You f*****g burnt me!”

Riley’s eyes blazed with rage, her face growing hot. “Burned you? Are you seriously trying to play the victim here? Are you f*****g delusional?”

Something flashed in his dark eyes. Riley thought perhaps it was regret, but before she could be certain, that emotion shifted and turned into something feral.

He scoffed. “Don’t act all saint in front of me, Collins. Whores like you have no right to point your fingers at someone else for what happens to them.”

Riley had no clue why he would say something like that. But he called her a w***e, and that was enough to set her off. She slapped him hard across the face. “I’m going to make a complaint against you. I’ll have you rusticated for what you did. Do you think you’re some big shot? Untouchable?”

“Don’t waste your energy!” he gritted out and grabbed her arm tightly, to the point it hurt. “No one’s going to believe you. You know why? Because you’re the campus slut who sleeps around with anything that moves.”

“How dare you!” she gritted out, trying to get rid of his tight grasp. But Victor was stronger, and now that she could see him up close, he was sick too. He laughed in her face. “Perhaps you don’t know how famous you are. Let me show you.” He took out his phone and opened an app, playing a video for her.

Riley’s eyes widened when she realized what it was. It was a video of her and Jayce taken in her dad’s office. She turned stiff. “This…” she didn’t know what to say. The words abandoned her. “No…”

“Still don’t believe me? How about this?” He swiped and played a different video. This time she was with two men. From their backs, she could tell one of them was Jayce while she figured the other one was Victor. Tears streamed down her face. She gasped, struggling to breathe. “No! You can’t…you can’t do this to me. No!”

“Oh, but it already happened,” he let her go and chuckled, tucking the phone back into his pocket. His expression turned serious again. “If I were you, I would keep my mouth shut and just go with it.”

Riley was still in shock when the door across the living room opened and Jayce walked in, wearing only a pair of shorts. “Oh, you’re awake.” He chirped as if nothing was wrong with his depraved mind. But then he might have noted the shock on her face, and he was quick to put the two and two together. “Let me guess. He told you.”

Riley felt like she wanted to scream. “How could you do this? How could you—”

“Oh, please,” he waved her off and lazily walked over to the small kitchen the two friends shared. “Don’t get all whiny on me now. I hate it when women cry. They all get emotional for no reason at all.”

“No reason? You call this no reason?” Neither she could believe her eyes nor her ears. Was he the same Jayce who couldn’t stop confessing his feelings for her not so long ago? The one who said how different she was, how he never had a girl like her? It was all a lie, of course. She wasn’t stupid to deny that anymore.

“Of course,” he turned and leaned against the marble counter, his eyes gleaming with pride. “Besides, it was you who couldn’t take her eyes off me. I knew you wanted me but were too afraid to take the initiative, so I made the move instead. I’m anything but petty, Riley. And I’ll be honest, you were a good f**k. An inexperienced one, but good nonetheless. In fact, far better than the usual first-timers. The sounds you make, and that body of yours,” lust filled his eyes—he licked his lips. “Victor almost didn’t believe me when I told him how good you were. I knew I had to prove it to him.”

More tears raced down her cheeks, and she scoffed. “So you decided to drug me…?”

“It wasn’t planned,” he said casually, taking a slow sip of his coffee. “If that makes it any better. Victor texted me that you were looking for me, so I told him to have fun while I came back. That’s all.”

“You are sick,” she gritted her teeth. “Both of you are.”

Victor appeared behind her, whispering into her ear. “But I did agree with Jayce. You were definitely a good f**k. So damn tight. I almost couldn’t breathe.”

When Riley spun and tried to hit him again, he grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back. “If I were in your shoes, I wouldn’t try to piss off the two people who could ruin you and your daddy overnight.”

She squirmed to get free, but he didn’t let her.

Jayce walked up to her and yanked her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. He wasn’t the same charming guy her heart raced for. No. He scared her now. He looked like someone who could destroy her without a single regret.

“Leave,” he said to her, making sure she heard. “Leave this place right away. I don’t care where you go. I don’t care how you make this happen, but if I see you anywhere near this campus or this city, I’m going to make sure you and your dear daddy live the most humiliating life of the century. You don’t wanna mess with me, Riley. Trust me, you don’t. What happened back at your dad’s office might have started as a joke, but after your father brought that stealing incident to the limelight, my mom’s not happy. And when my mom’s not happy, I’m not happy. And when I’m not happy, I become angry. And when I’m angry, I do things I don’t regret. Like recording you while we f****d you and putting them online for the world to see. You don’t want to piss me off enough to do that to you, darling, do you?”

Riley swallowed.

“Exactly. So, just do as I say. Leave this city and never show me your face again. Or I swear to God, I’m going to make your life hell. And I’ll start with your dear daddy.”