Chapter 6
1109 Words
Pov Leon's
I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white. My eyes watched as Clara walked away with Kevin, her male friend who seemed too close to her. Even though he looked nerdy, I still didn't like it.
Clara belongs only to me. No one else is allowed to touch her!
My heart was in turmoil. But there was nothing I could do right now because Dr. Alfred, the campus leader, had asked to see me.
With heavy steps, I went to Dr. Alfred's office with Brandon.
"Leon," the authoritative voice of Dr. Alfred, this campus's Chancellor, forced me to forget my anger about Clara's behavior, completely ignoring my warnings. "We need to discuss the campus annual event. As student body president, this is your responsibility, especially since this is your final term before graduation."
I took a deep breath, trying to contain the rage that was about to spill over. In that room, I sat with Brandon, known for his thoroughness in every task. There was Mayra, the organization's secretary who joined us, appearing relaxed yet efficient.
I had even told them that after graduation, when I start holding the CEO position at my father's company, I would hire Brandon and Mayra at the office, making them my core team, because I already knew their work was always satisfactory.
"This annual event is very important," Dr. Alfred continued. "This year, we want something more memorable. This is your last chance to show your team's excellence again. I've always been satisfied with your work."
Mayra spoke up, "We've thought of several concepts, Sir. One of them is the Campus Arts Festival. This year, we want to expand the event's scale by inviting other universities to participate."
Brandon added, "We're also planning to hold a national seminar, perhaps with leadership or career development themes. This will be relevant for final-year students like us."
I nodded, trying to focus although my mind was still thinking about Clara. "The arts festival is a good idea. But if we want it to be more memorable, we should combine it with other activities. How about holding inter-campus competitions along with the festival? For example, debate competitions, choir, or sports?"
Dr. Alfred seemed to agree. "That's an interesting idea. If possible, this activity should also involve alumni to share their experiences."
Mayra glanced at me. "But, Leon, do we have enough time to arrange everything? Your term as student body president only has a few months left."
I leaned back in my chair, looking sharply at Mayra. "Time won't be an issue if everyone works properly." My voice sounded firmer than usual.
Brandon intervened carefully, "In that case, we need to create a clear timeline. I can start preparing the proposal."
"All of you can handle the details," I said firmly. "You each have your own subordinates, right? What's important is that this event must be memorable. I don't want my final year's event as student body president to seem ordinary."
Dr. Alfred smiled slightly. "This is the kind of spirit we'll miss from you all. Of all the classes, you are one of the two best teams in the organization. Well then, I'll leave it to you to arrange everything. Make sure everything runs smoothly."
We finished that discussion with several strategic decisions, and I left the room with an increasingly troubled mind. Even during that serious conversation, Clara's image never really left my thoughts.
I tried to continue my work with Mayra and Brandon to design the event details. However, my mood only got worse, and I often lost focus. Small mistakes made by others immediately triggered my anger.
"Can't you work properly, huh?!" I yelled at a junior working on poster designs. "Do you think this is a game?!"
Mayra tried to calm me down. "Leon, relax. They're still learning. What's wrong with you?"
I snorted. "Learning? This organization isn't for learning, Mayra. If you can't be professional, feel free to leave the team."
Everyone could only stay silent with my explosive anger that was unlike usual. Usually, I could maintain my composure, but not today.
Today felt long, and night had fallen when I realized it. When finally all the preparations were about 75% complete, I was already too exhausted physically and mentally.
But something kept pushing me to go. I had to go to the hospital where Nathan was being treated.
Earlier I had contacted the head butler at my house and was told that Clara hadn't returned home. That means Clara might still be at the hospital with Nathan.
Just thinking about that immediately made my emotions peak again. At high speed, I drove my car toward the hospital, cutting through the empty night streets.
Jealousy, anger, feeling ignored, all mixed into one. Clara, you must be punished. You must be mine again tonight.
I smiled wickedly imagining that tonight I would enjoy Clara's body again.
Yes, that's how I possess Clara. I have a spare key to Clara's room and am free to enter whenever I want. Just by spraying aphrodisiac liquid, she becomes instantly aroused in a semi-conscious state, even like someone hallucinating.
She even always asks me to do more when we make love. I like that and will always fulfill her desires.
I even placed hidden cameras behind her dressing table mirror, without her knowledge, letting me know all her activities, including when she sleeps.
Once I arrived at the hospital, I went straight to the reception desk to ask about Nathan's room.
After finding out, I walked quickly to that location. When I arrived in front of the room door, I paused for a moment. I could hear voices from inside, and my chest felt tight.
Slowly, I opened the door leaving just a small gap, enough to peek inside.
There, I saw Clara sitting in a chair near Nathan's bed. Her face looked full of attention, even occasionally showing small smiles at Nathan. Smiles she never showed me.
What made my blood boil even more was the way Nathan looked at Clara. I knew he was looking with feelings of love. Moreover, their hands were holding each other tightly.
My fists clenched. I wanted to go in and pull Clara out. But something held me back when I heard Nathan speaking to Clara.
"Would you be my girlfriend? I've liked you for a long time, Clara. Today would be the sweetest moment for us, if you would be my girlfriend."
Unable to contain the explosion of anger within me any longer, I stepped into Nathan's hospital room. My index finger pointed straight at Nathan.
"Clara will never be your girlfriend, Bastard!"
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