When The Villainess Became The Heiress

CHAPTER TWO

The flame of a lighter flickered against the night wind, kissing the end of a cigarette held between Evelyn’s fingers. She inhaled, the smoke curling into her lungs before drifting out in a languid sigh. Perched on the rooftop of the college building, she leaned against the wall, her eyes lost in the distance—cold, detached, as though the world beneath her was nothing but a stage for her cruelty.

Juliet’s voice broke the silence.

“Evelyn, did you know Adelia didn’t come to class today?”

Evelyn’s lips curved into a faint smirk as she exhaled another plume of smoke. “No one cares,” she muttered, crushing the stub beneath her black leather shoe. Her hands slid into her jacket pockets, her stance sharp, commanding. Juliet hesitated, her own cigarette trembling between her fingers.

“I heard she’s in the hospital… Do you think she’ll tell anyone what we did to her yesterday?” Fear laced Juliet’s words.

But Evelyn’s face remained unreadable, her voice steady as steel. “Let her try. I’ll destroy her.”

Yet beneath her calm exterior, Adelia’s words from the day before echoed like a curse, gnawing at her pride.

Later, in the classroom, Evelyn’s eyes fell upon something strange—a thick, white book lying on her desk. Its cover was blank, its pages empty, yet it radiated an unsettling aura. She frowned, ready to toss it aside, when Juliet’s startled gasp froze her hand.

“Wait—Isn’t that Adelia?”

Through the window, Evelyn saw her target. Adelia’s frail figure moved beyond the college gates, her face patched with cotton, her steps heavy with despair. Evelyn’s anger flared. “So, she’s been hiding all along?” she hissed, clutching the book tightly as she stormed out.

Adelia walked alone, the world blurring around her. Every day had been torment—fists, kicks, humiliation. Evelyn was no mere bully; she was a demon cloaked in human skin. And tonight, Adelia’s resolve hardened. Perhaps if she ended her life here, everything would finally be over.

The blare of a truck’s horn split the air. Adelia closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks.

But before death could claim her, a force shoved her violently aside. She gasped, her eyes widening.

“Evelyn?!”

Time slowed. Evelyn stood in the truck’s path, the mysterious book slipping from her grasp. Its pages flew open, releasing a blinding light that swallowed her whole.

Authentication detected.

Successful.

And then—she was gone.

The truck screeched to a halt, its driver honking furiously at the girl frozen in the middle of the road. Adelia trembled, her heart pounding. Something impossible had just happened, yet the world carried on as if nothing had occurred.

She snatched the book from the ground, her hands shaking. As she opened it, her breath caught in her throat.

Evelyn’s face stared back at her from the cover.