Luna's Payback: Claiming My Fate!

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Michelle approached the counter with bold determination. She was ready to face off against Angelo's minions, unwilling to back down when it came to her best friend.

"Oh s**t! What is that girl planning?" Marky rubbed his face with his hands as he watched Michelle confidently walk toward the group. "She's so stubborn!"

Michelle braced herself. She knew they would recognize her, but she wasn't going to let them treat her the way they treated Veronica. Pretending to browse the pastries on display, she made sure they saw her. And she was right—one of them noticed her immediately.

"Guys, look, check out that blonde girl. Isn't she Veronica's friend?" Jennifer whispered to her companions.

The two others quickly turned to look. "You're right. She is Veronica's best friend. If I'm not mistaken, her name's Michelle," Jane confirmed.

The group's self-proclaimed leader, Irish, smirked. "Oh well, I thought today would be boring. Guess not. Seems like it's about to get exciting."

Jennifer and Jane exchanged glances. They knew what that look and tone from Irish meant—she was planning something. "Hey, what are you planning? If Angelo finds out, he might get mad at us. You know he told us to lay low on anything involving Veronica," Jennifer warned.

Irish rolled her eyes at her friend's comment. "You know, you're such a coward, and that's why you get bullied. If it weren't for Angelo, you'd still be the toy of your bullies. If you can't help me, just watch."

"What do we even gain from messing with that Michelle? And why does it seem like you're targeting her too?" Jane asked, puzzled by her friend's motives.

Irish shrugged. "Do we always need to gain something when we want to do something? Well, it's her fault. She's friends with trash. And I hate anyone who loves trash. So today, she's just unlucky because she's caught my eye," Irish said mischievously as she started walking toward Michelle.

Michelle knew they were going to approach her. She wasn't stupid. She braced herself.

From her peripheral vision, she saw the girl approaching, holding a milkshake. Her mind quickly raced. She could already predict what was about to happen: they'd pretend to accidentally spill the shake on her.

She had to stay alert. As the girl passed by her, ready to bump into her, Michelle saw that her right hand was poised to toss the drink onto her clothes. But Michelle wasn't like her best friend, who could be easily caught off guard.

Her reflexes were quick, and she swatted away the milkshake with her hand, still keeping her eyes on the pastries. She wanted to look innocent, as if she had no idea what was happening.

And she wasn’t wrong in her calculations—exactly what she predicted happened! But instead of the drink spilling on her, it splashed onto the demoness herself. She saw the shock in the girl’s eyes and those of her friends.

It was like everything moved in slow motion, and it was incredibly satisfying to watch their plan backfire. She smirked. Serves her right!

"Oh my God! Oh my God! You b***h—!" the girl screamed in front of her, shaking with anger.

Michelle held back her laughter and suppressed her grin. She needed to act innocent. "Oh no! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know someone was standing next to me. I didn’t mean to!" She made sure her voice sounded as innocent as possible.

The girl’s face turned red with rage. "Didn’t mean to?! You clearly did this on purpose! You just wanted to throw it at me!"

They quickly attracted the attention of the customers in the shop. Some even pulled out their phones to record the scene. Michelle had to appear even more innocent now, and make these girls look like the real villains. After all, that was the truth—they wanted to bully her, and she simply defended herself.

She gasped in fake shock, her eyes wide. "W-What did you say? Why would I do this on purpose? I don’t even know you. I’m just a customer here."

Irish was drenched and feeling sticky from the spilled milkshake, which only made her more furious. "No! You're a liar! You did this on purpose, you wanted to throw it at me!"

Michelle shook her head. "I'm sorry about the accident. But you're wrong, Miss. I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't even know you were next to me. Besides, I've been standing here the whole time looking at pastries. I haven't moved from my spot. Weren't you the one who walked toward me? How can you say I deliberately spilled the milkshake on you? It's your drink, not mine." She purposely made her eyes look pitiful.

If this demon of a girl were a cartoon character, steam would probably be coming out of her nose by now. "No, I'm sure you did this on purpose, Michelle!" Irish accidentally let her name slip.

Michelle smirked secretly again. It seemed fate was on her side. She gasped exaggeratedly, placing her hand over her mouth. "Huh? You know me? How... W-Who are you?" she asked, pretending to be afraid.

The customers recording the incident let out a collective "ohh" at the scene.

The group seemed cornered now, not knowing what to say. "W-We’re Angelo’s friends!" Irish stammered.

Michelle’s eyes widened, and she nodded. "Angelo’s friends... Ohh!" She pretended to snap her fingers. "So you're the group that’s always bullying my best friend. No wonder you're targeting me too. Now, who really did this on purpose? Clearly, it’s you. Because you know me, right? So, what's your name again?"

Michelle had successfully won over the crowd's sympathy. Irish, seething with rage, glanced at her two friends. "What are you two just standing there for? Help me clean this mess up and let's get out of here! Ewww!"

The girls left while Michelle barely held back her smirk. Karma strikes them back! Serves them right. She really hated bullies.

The customers in the shop were thrilled, as if they had just watched a live fight. She spotted Marky standing where they had been earlier, looking concerned.

She gave him a look that said, "Follow me." She walked out of the coffee shop, scanning the area for the group.

She looked around, but where were they? The street was crowded, making it hard for her to spot them. Marky followed her.

"What the hell did I just watch? My God! I had no idea that's what you were planning," he said, sounding more worried than amused.

She rolled her eyes at him. "They deserved that! Right? She was being a b***h! If they’re treating me like this, and I’m just the best friend, imagine what kind of bullying they’re doing to your sister. That’s what you should think about," she snapped at him, irritated.

"Yeah. I can’t believe Angelo’s friends are like that. I just wish he’d stand up for my sister."

"Hah! Keep dreaming! Do you really think your brother-in-law would do that? His parents and friends are more important to him than the family he’s building. Now stop with the comments, let's follow that group," she said as she continued searching for them on the street.

Marky's eyes widened. "You're not done yet? What else do you plan to do?"

"Of course, I’m not done. What happened earlier was just a teaser. We need to find and follow them. Start looking for them," she ordered.

"And why would we do that? What do we gain from those ugly women0?"

She laughed at what he said, never expecting Marky to insult anyone, especially a woman. "We need to keep an eye on them. I have a hunch they know something about what happened to Veronica. They’re Angelo’s best friends. They must be wondering why your sister is missing. Just trust me. If we can’t get any information from the Fuentebellas, we might get something from that group."

Michelle made a valid point, though he was still worried about their safety. "Come on! What are you so scared of? Those ugly bullies? Are you coming with me or not?"

The man sighed deeply. "Of course, I'll go with you."

She grabbed his arm, and they both ran. "Where are they? Why did they disappear so fast?"

Being taller than Michelle, he spotted the group. They crossed to the other side of the street and flagged down a taxi.

"There they are! They're getting into a taxi!"

Michelle panicked. "What are we waiting for? Let’s follow them, quick!"

They hurriedly ran to her car. Luckily, it was just parked along the street, making it easy for them to get inside. She started the engine and sped off quickly.

“They can't escape our sight, Marky!” Michelle screamed beside him as the car accelerated.

“I don’t know what your plan is, but I’ll trust you. Just tell me where they go. You give the instructions,” he said seriously.

The woman swallowed nervously. “O-Okay.”

The scene continued like that for several minutes. They followed the taxi wherever it went. They needed to know where at least one of them lived. She had a feeling that this information would come in handy.

The taxi carrying the group eventually stopped at a village. Could one of them live here? It was a residential village, but the houses were modest, suggesting that the residents weren’t particularly wealthy. The area was quiet, but there was an unsettling feeling about it.

Michelle hugged herself. “Are you okay?” Marky asked.

“Y-Yeah. It’s just that this place gives me the creeps. It feels like there are eyes watching us. Oh, wait! There they are.” From a distance, they saw the taxi stop, and the three got out.

Marky stopped the car from a distance, watching the group closely. He couldn't help but comment, "You're right, this village feels creepy. The houses are far apart. It's quiet, but it doesn’t feel peaceful. There's something off."

“Let’s get out and follow them. But we’ll keep our distance.”

Quietly, they exited the car. What they didn’t know was that they had already entered werewolf territory. They were now inside the Midnight Fall Pack's domain!