Revenge Game: Seducing Mr Billionaire

Chapter 2- Him

I clutch to my certificate in hand, my eyes eyeing the now crowded celebration hall. Of course our principal had used the event as a chance to gather the alumnis of the school, his motive for sponsorship obvious.

I sighed, wanting nothing more than to leave this place but the constant watching eyes of my father had me rooted on spot. I noticed Lucas and he gave me a wave from the crowd which I answered with a smile that didn't quite reach my eyes.

My attention involuntarily shifted to Laura.

She wasn’t looking at me at all or Lucas—instead, her attention was locked on someone else. Following her gaze, I saw the man who has caught her attention tonight.

Lucian D’Amaro.

How did i know? I looked his name up on the internet after hearing Laura and Estella talking about it.

They painted him as a figure carved from ice, his body and face sculpted like a greek god—. Not only is he unbelievable handsome, his influence in the business world is is strong that it cross across the continent.

I had been too infatuated with Lucas in my previous life to notice him then, but now, in this second life, every detail of Lucian seared into my mind.

He’s sitting there — calm, still, almost too perfect to be real.

The first thing you notice is his face. It’s almost unfair how beautiful it is. Strong jawline and sharp cheekbones. His lips are ful,the kind of mouth that could ruin you with a smile — or a single word. But he’s not smiling.

His hair is thick, black, and perfectly styled without looking like he tried. A few strands fall across his forehead, softening him just a little — but not enough to make him feel safe. It’s like even his imperfections are perfect.

He’s wearing a black suit, tailored like it was made just for him — which, let’s be honest, it probably was. The jacket hugs his broad shoulders, the shirt underneath unbuttoned just enough to hint at a very toned chest. Everything about how he composed him self screams control.

And he's not just handsome, he's lethal and it looks like every part of him knows it.

It was in that moment I realized what I had to do. Or maybe I didn't think, I just acted

In that instant, I tore a small piece of paper from the edge of my certificate. With steady, deliberate strokes, I scribbled a message in my own bold handwriting:

  "Room 206, King's Hotel, meet me there tonight. 9pm. If you dare..."

I didn’t hesitate, didn't give myself a chance to hesitate at al. I approached a nearby waiter with a quiet confidence that contrast the storm inside me. I squeezed the note into his coat pocket, my voice low and urgent as I instructed, "Give this to Mr D'amaro." There was no room for delay or second thoughts.

I watched as the waiter, confused at first before nodding and melted back into the crowd. My pulse quickened, each second stretching into an eternity of anticipation. I felt as if the very air around me was charged with a daring promise, and I could almost hear my heartbeat echoing the rhythm of impending fate.

I watched as the waiter handed him the letter before making a gesture to my direction, no doubt telling him how a crazy girl had ask him to deliver it. My heart skipped a bit when he looked up, his cold eyes meeting with mine. His face remained hard as carved stone, maintaining that notorious cool detachment that everyone talked about.

Yet, there was something else there: a teeny, tiny almost fleeting glimmer of amusement dancing in his dark eyes as his eyes remained locked with mine.

For a heartbeat, the rest of the noisy celebration faded into silence. I could feel his gaze burning through the distance, a silent conversation sparking between us—Or maybe that's what I thought it was. Then, as quickly as it had come, the tension was shattered. Laura appeared by my side, her delicate features and sweet, fragile act immediately breaking the charged atmosphere.

"Hey, Lia," she said softly, almost too sweetly, as if she were concerned about my well-being but I knew she wasn't...the snake probably saw what I did. I forced a smile, though inside I churned with both exhilaration and a wild, dangerous thrill. " What is it?".

Estella’s sudden appearance was the perfect diversion. She leaned in close, her tone as sweet as ever yet laced with an undeniable urgency.

"Father is requesting for you," she murmured, her voice soft but insistent, breaking through the silent conversation I’d been holding with my destiny. MY DESTINY!

In that instant, I became more aware of my environment and the people that surrounded me. Ok, maybe its really not ideal to be ogling a man on my graduation. With a reluctant nod and a final, I turned to follow her.

As we moved away, my mind remained tethered to that lingering moment—I stole a glance over my shoulder, expecting to see him. But he was gone.... The seat where he’d sat, the spot where our eyes had met, was now empty, leaving no traces of our.... whatever that was...