She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 363: Sophia(2)

Chapter 363: Sophia(2)

As Sophia stepped through heavy doors of the Restricted Archives, the transition was jarring… the bright, sterile fluorescent glow of the Main Hall was instantly severed, replaced by a thick, velvety darkness that felt heavy against her skin.

She stood still for a heartbeat, her eyes straining against the gloom.

“What the hell…” she muttered, her voice swallowed by the sound-dampening weight of the towering shelves. “All that big budget, and they can’t even afford a few lights in the back wing? Typical.”

She pulled her designer coat tighter around her, a scowl deepening on her face. The silence here wasn’t peaceful; it was oppressive.

“And why the fuck did that bitch have to hide here of all places?” Sophia cursed under her breath, her irritation spiking.

She began to move forward with calculated, agonizingly slow steps. Her fingers reached out to guide her, but she retracted them instantly, a hiss of disgust escaping her lips as she felt the gritty layer of dust coating the nearest shelf.

“If I ruin these clothes for her little game, I’m going to kill her,” she whispered to the shadows.

She navigated the narrow aisle like she was walking through a minefield, her boots clicking softly on the polished stone… a rhythmic, lonely sound that made her skin crawl.

Every shadow looked like a figure; every creak sounded like a footstep. But as she rounded the corner toward Row 40, the silence was finally broken.

It wasn’t a footstep. It was a sharp, rhythmic crack… a sound so out of place in a library that it made her heart hammer against her ribs.

​Sophia froze, her back pressing hard against the cold, iron-bound corner of the shelf. Her breath hitched, trapped in a throat that had suddenly gone bone-dry.

​’What was that?’ She stayed perfectly still, her eyes straining against the velvet gloom.

For a heartbeat, she tried to convince herself she was just hearing things… that her own exhaustion or the oppressive silence of the Archives was playing tricks on her mind.

But then, a low, melodic thrum drifted through the stacks.

It was a human sound, muffled and distorted by the distance, but vibrating with an intensity that made the hair on Sophia’s arms stand up.

​She couldn’t make out the words, but the tone was unmistakable. It was a plea.

​To clear the suffocating suspicion rising in her chest, Sophia forced her legs to move. She crept toward Row 41, her heart hammering a frantic, uneven rhythm.

As she rounded the corner, the sound clarified, sharpening into a jagged edge that cut through her last shred of denial.

“Ahh… please, Master…”

The moan hit Sophia like a physical blow, freezing her mid-step. It wasn’t just a sound of pain; it was the specific, breathy cadence of a woman who had finally been given exactly what she had been starving for.

It was thick with a desperate, heavy satisfaction… the kind of sound someone makes when they’ve spent their whole life pretending to be untouchable, only to be shattered by a hand that actually knows how to break them.

’What the fuck is going on?’ she thought, a cold sweat breaking out across her brow. ’Am I in the wrong place? Is this… some kind of nightmare?’

Her mind recoiled, refusing to bridge the gap between the Jennifer she knew… the untouchable “Ice Queen” who looked down on everyone… and the broken, whimpering sound drifting through the stacks. It defied everything she understood about their world. Jennifer wouldn’t do this. Not here. Not like this.

But despite the screaming denial in her head, Sophia’s legs moved of their own accord. She was drawn forward by a morbid, magnetic pull, her expensive boots making no sound as she crept toward the source of the heat.

“Are they really doing it here?” she whispered to the shadows, her voice trembling. “Without any fear? In the middle of the library?”

She rounded the edge of Row 41, her eyes finally catching a flicker of amber light at the far end of the aisle.

And then, it came again… a sound that shattered the last of her disbelief.

“Ahh… yes… Master… more…”

The voice was filled with such intoxicating, shameless pleasure that Sophia felt a jolt of visceral shock travel through her entire body.

She became deathly still, her hand flying to her mouth to stifle a gasp. The fear gripped her then, a cold, heavy weight in her stomach, because she finally recognized the true depth of that surrender.

’It is her,’ Sophia realized, her world tilting on its axis. ’It’s really her.’

Sophia leaned in, her forehead pressing against the cold, gritty spines of the law volumes in Row 42. Her breath was shallow, hitching in her chest as she peered through the narrow gap between the books.

The amber light from the end of the aisle spilled across the scene like a spotlight on a car crash, and for a moment, the world simply stopped.

There was Jennifer.

The girl who held court in every room she entered, the one who moved with a lethal, calculated frost that kept everyone at a distance, was now nothing more than a broken heap on the stone floor.

She was on her knees, her back arched and her head thrown back in a curve of total, visceral surrender.

She wasn’t alone. Madison and Emma were there, flanking her like grim sentinels. Their hands were clamped onto Jennifer’s shoulders, pinning her down, their own faces a mask of dark, wide-eyed fascination.

And then there was him.

Standing tall behind her, looming over her like a king claiming a conquered territory, was Alex.

He was moving with a slow, relentless power… pumping into her with a steady, rhythmic force that seemed to vibrate through the very shelves Sophia was clinging to.

He didn’t look hurried. He didn’t look like a man afraid of being caught in a restricted wing. He looked like he owned the girl, the room, and the very air they were breathing.

Sophia’s eyes widened, her vision blurring as a cold, electric shock jolted through her marrow.

’Alex… it’s Alex.’

The disbelief was a physical weight, crushing the air out of her lungs.

’How? When?’ The questions screamed in her head, but they couldn’t drown out the sound of Jennifer’s voice… that raw, jagged moan of a “Queen” who had finally found someone strong enough to shatter her.

As if sensing the shift in the air, Alex tilted his head.

​His gaze didn’t wander; it sliced through the darkness of the row and locked onto the gap in the books.

He looked directly at Sophia, his eyes dark and predatory.

He knew. He had known she was there the entire time.

​A slow, lethal smile spread across his face… the smile of a devil who had just won a soul.

But the true horror was yet to come. With a cruel, proprietary hand, Alex gripped Jennifer’s chin and forced her head to turn.

​”Look, Jennifer,” he rumbled, his voice a low vibration of dark satisfaction. “It seems we have an audience. Say hello to your friend.”

​Sophia’s heart stopped. Jennifer, whose eyes had been glazed and distant, focused on the gap between the books. Instead of shrinking in shame or scrambling to cover herself, a jagged, mocking smirk curled her lips.

She looked directly at Sophia, her face flushed and glistening in the amber light, wearing the expression of someone who had just been handed a crown that Sophia would never be allowed to touch.

​”Master…” Jennifer whispered, her voice a raw, melodic thread that carried perfectly through the stacks.

She didn’t look away from Sophia; she leaned back into Alex, her eyes locked on her friend with a terrifying, triumphant clarity.

“I want more. Please… show her how you break a Queen. Show her what she’s missing.”

​The mockery was a physical blow. They weren’t just being caught; they were inviting her to watch the demolition. It was a joint strike, a dual-layered revenge that made Sophia’s blood run cold.

​Alex’s smirk widened as he tightened his grip on Jennifer’s hips, his eyes never leaving Sophia’s as he resumed the relentless, heavy rhythm. He was using Jennifer to break Sophia, and Jennifer was a willing, hungry weapon in his hands.

A silent, agonizing scream tore through Sophia’s mind.

’Why? Why just why? Why her? Why this bitch?’

The jealousy hit her like a tidal wave, more painful than the betrayal itself.

She had spent so long wanting to be the one to break through his walls, and here he was, using the girl she hated most to show her exactly what she could never have.

Sophia couldn’t take another second. She recoiled from the shelf, her boots scrambling for purchase on the stone as she turned and bolted. She didn’t care about being quiet anymore. She didn’t care about the “Restricted” signs.

She ran blindly, the darkness of the Archives closing in around her. Hot, stinging tears streamed down her face, tracing paths through her makeup.

She kept running, the image of Alex’s devilish smile burned into her retinas like a brand.

Sophia reached the heavy doors of the Restricted Archives and slammed into them, her momentum carrying her out into the transition zone.

She came to a dead stop, her hands braced against her knees as she sucked in the cold, dusty air in ragged, burning hitches.

Her lungs felt like they were filled with glass, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the sickening clarity rising in her chest.

It was him. It was always him.

She squeezed her eyes shut, but the image of that devilish smile was seared into her retinas.

He hadn’t just seduced Jennifer; he had dismantled her, piece by piece, right where Sophia would find them. This wasn’t a secret romance… it was a declaration of war.

A fresh wave of hot, stinging tears tracked through the grit on her cheeks.

He was systematic. He was relentless.

First, he had gone after her mother, tearing the foundation of her home apart. Then he had moved on to her aunt, stripping away her family’s remaining influence. And now, he had reached into her own life to claim her friend, turning the her into a whimpering bitch for Sophia to witness.

He was taking his revenge on her piece by piece, person by person, and he was smiling every time he struck.