She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother - Chapter 364: Sophia(3)
Chapter 364: Sophia(3)
The crisp afternoon air hit Sophia’s face like a slap, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the heat of the humiliation radiating from her chest.
She stood just outside the heavy Archive doors, her breath coming in shallow, jagged hitches that burned her throat.
Behind those doors, the “Ice Queen” was being dismantled, and she was loving every second of it.
’He’s doing it again,’ Sophia thought, her fingernails biting so hard into her palms that she feared she might draw blood. ’He’s actually doing it.’
The realization settled in her gut like lead. This was a systematic execution.
First, her mother. Then, her aunt. And now, this bitch Jennifer.
He had turned her into a whimpering, devoted bitch just to ensure Sophia had a front-row seat to the carnage.
“You think you won, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice a low, trembling thread in the dark hallway. “You think you finally beat me at my own game.”
She forced her eyes shut, but the image was burned into her retinas: Jennifer’s head thrown back, her mouth open in a plea, and that mocking, triumphant smirk she had thrown at Sophia through the stacks.
It was the look of a girl who thought she had climbed a mountain, not realizing she was standing on the edge of a cliff.
’No. This is nothing,’ Sophia commanded herself, her internal armor slamming back into place with a cold, metallic click. ’He’s using her. He’s using that pathetic, high-and-mighty bitch just to get revenge on me.’
A bitter, hysterical laugh bubbled in her throat.
Jennifer was so blinded by the “Master” that she couldn’t see the pattern.
Alex didn’t love the women he broke; he used them as mirrors to reflect Sophia’s own loss back at her.
It was the same with her mother. The same with her aunt. And it was the same with this bitch.
“He still has feelings for me,” Sophia hissed, her eyes snapping open, now hard and dry. “That’s why he wanted me to see. That’s why he made sure I was there.”
She pictured Jennifer out there right now, probably still screaming, still taunting her in her mind, thinking she had claimed the ultimate prize.
“Enjoy your throne while it lasts, Jennifer,” Sophia whispered, a slow, lethal smirk finally touching her lips. “I’ll be there to see your face when you realize what’s actually happening. When you realize you aren’t the Queen of his heart… you’re just the latest casualty in his war on me.”
She straightened her designer coat, smoothed her hair, and wiped the last trace of a tear from her cheek.
She took one last steadying breath, the scent of old paper and Jennifer’s surrender still clinging to the back of her throat, and pushed off from the wall.
’Look like a Blackwood,’ she commanded her reflection in the dark glass of a nearby display case. ’Even if you feel like glass.’
She wouldn’t run away like a loser. She would walk out of this library like she owned it, and then she would start planning exactly how to show Jennifer how quickly a Master discards a broken toy.
***
As she emerged from the Archive corridor back into the bright, sun-drenched Main Hall, the shift was violent.
The golden afternoon light poured through the high arched windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and the hundreds of students hunched over their laptops.
To them, it was just a another day. To Sophia, the world had just been set on fire.
She could feel the collective shift in the room the moment she appeared.
The usual hushed murmurs didn’t stop, but they sharpened, taking on a jagged edge of curiosity.
The bugs were watching. They always watched, but today their scrutiny felt like a physical weight against her skin.
They were scanning her for cracks… wondering where the untouchable Sophia had been, and why she looked like she was ready to burn the building down.
’Look at them,’ she thought, her gaze fixed straight ahead, never wavering. ’So oblivious. So safe in their little bubble of mediocrity.’
She passed a group of freshmen who scrambled to move their bags out of her path.
Usually, she would have offered a look of pure disdain, but today she didn’t even see them.
Her mind was a tactical map, replaying every moment of the execution in the stacks. Every time she pictured Jennifer’s mocking smirk, Sophia’s jaw tightened.
’You think you’re special, Jennifer? You think you’re the first one he’s made crawl?’
She reached the heavy glass exit doors, the afternoon heat radiating through the panes. She caught her reflection for a split second… sharp, polished, and utterly unreadable.
“Enjoy the view from the floor, Jennifer,”
Sophia murmured, her voice a ghost of a threat as she pushed out into the open air. “By the time I’m done, you’ll realize that being his ’favorite’ is just a prettier way of saying you’re the next one to be destroyed.”
She headed toward the parking lot, her stride long and purposeful. She had already decided her destination.
***
Back in the suffocating heat of the hidden row, the silence of the Archives was still being shredded by the rhythmic, wet slapping of flesh and the jagged, broken sounds of Jennifer’s undoing.
Alex hadn’t slowed down since Sophia bolted.
If anything, the knowledge that Sophia had witnessed her own social and emotional collapse in real-time had infused him with a fresh, dark energy.
This wasn’t just about the jagged satisfaction of seeing Sophia break; it was a cold, calculated maneuver.
He knew exactly what she was feeling… the hunger, the desperation, and the absolute need to regain control.
By breaking her world, he was forcing her hand, ensuring she would be the one to serve up Marcus on a silver platter for him to dismantle.
He was driving into Jennifer with a relentless, punishing force, his hands anchored in her hair like iron clamps, pinning her to the cold stone floor.
Jennifer, pinned beneath him, was a ruin of torn silk and damp sweat.
Her head was thrown back at an impossible angle, her eyes rolled so far back they were nothing but white voids of overstimulated nerve endings.
She had lost count of her own peaks minutes ago; each one had bled into the next until her entire body was just a raw, humming instrument of his will.
The thought of Sophia… the untouchable, arrogant Sophia… fleeing with tears streaming down her face was the ultimate aphrodisiac.
Jennifer could still taste the jealousy that had radiated off her friend; she could still see the way Sophia’s world had tilted on its axis.
”You lost, Sophia…” she whispered, the words trembling with a sickening, sweet satisfaction as she leaned into the violence of his rhythm. “You never had a chance. Not against this.”
She closed her eyes, savoring the absolute weight of her own ruin.
The knowledge that Sophia was out there somewhere, haunted by the image of her best friend surrendering to the man she craved, was the ultimate high.
Jennifer didn’t just feel possessed; she felt anointed.
Madison and Emma stood frozen in the amber shadows, their own faces still marked with the evidence of their earlier service.
They looked like statues of disbelief.
If anyone had once suggested that the pristine, lethal Jennifer Vanderbilt could be reduced to a whimpering, twitching mess on a library floor, while Sophia Blackwood fled with tears streaming down her face, they would have laughed at the impossibility.
Alex delivered a sudden, violent lunge, slamming into her so hard that Jennifer’s forehead nearly cracked against the stone floor.
“Ugh—ahhh!” The sound that left her was less a moan and more a high, melodic sob of total surrender.
Alex leaned over her, his breath a hot, sovereign weight against her ear. His voice dropped into a low, gravelly vibration that made the surrounding shelves seem to tremble.
“You’re enjoying this a little too much, aren’t you, Jennifer?” he taunted, his hips never losing their punishing rhythm. “Does it thrill you that your best friend just watched me break you like a common stray?”
“Master…” Jennifer managed to gasp, her fingers clawing uselessly at the rough wood of the bottom shelf. “What if she… what if she tells…”
She couldn’t even finish the sentence before Alex cut her off with another brutal, deep surge that stole the air from her lungs.
“What? Tell the world how the ’Ice Queen’ prefers the floor to the throne?” Alex let out a dark, mocking chuckle.
He looked up, his predatory gaze flicking toward Madison and Emma for a split second before returning to the girl beneath him.
“Let her tell. Let her scream it from the rooftops. But she won’t.” He leaned down, his lips brushing Jennifer’s flushed, damp skin.
“Sophia is a Blackwood, Jennifer. Her pride is a cage. To expose you is to admit that I’ve already conquered everything she ever cared about. She’ll choke on the secret before she lets a single word out.”
He tightened his grip, his muscles coiling for the final, heavy strike.
“She didn’t run away to tell a secret, Jennifer. She ran away because she realized that no matter how much she hates you right now… she’d give everything she owns to be the one on the floor in your place.”
Jennifer’s back arched, her body convulsing as the finality of his words and the violence of his movement sent her over the edge one last time. She wasn’t just his toy; she was his victory lap.
