On The Grounds Of Hell – Episode 3

On The Grounds Of Hell – Episode 3

  {•𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔•}

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑯𝒆𝒓.

ʙʏ ʙᴀʀʙɪᴇʟʟᴇ 

  -ʟᴜᴄᴋ ɪs ᴀɴ ɪʟʟᴜsɪᴏɴ-

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Students resumed eating their dinner, the buzz of chatter slowly returning after the brief tension that had filled the hall.

“Seriously, why did I even come here?” Hugo muttered under his breath, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked out of the dining hall.

Dawn’s eyes followed him the entire time, her food completely untouched.

“Girl, stop. Stop it already, he’s not worth it,” Desiree said, shaking her head with a sigh.

“See you guys later,” Dawn said abruptly, standing up just as Hugo disappeared through the doors.

 “That girl… she never listens to me.”Desiree groaned, watching her  rush after him.

 “People in love never listen.”Sergio smirked slightly, stabbing a piece of steak with his fork.

Desiree turned her head toward him with a teasing look. “Like you.”

Sergio froze for a second before looking up — just in time to see Hyce walking past their table, a chef following behind him with a cart of food. Their eyes met, the air instantly shifting between them.

Sergio gave him a playful wink, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Hyce only rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath before turning sharply and walking out of the hall.

Desiree raised a brow, watching the silent exchange.

 “You two will really look good together.” Desiree mumbled.

“I’m glad you think positively yoo. He’ll come around soon,I know it.” Sergio chuckled softly, gaze still fixed on the door Hyce had walked through. 

Just as Hyce left, Gomez stormed into the dining hall, his jaw tight and eyes dark with fury.

“Sergio!” He barked, his voice echoing through the chatter of the students.

Sergio barely looked up from his plate, one brow arched lazily. “Who’s that dog barking?”

Before Sergio could react, Gomez was already at their table. He grabbed Sergio by the collar and yanked him up, his knuckles white with rage.

“What the f+k do you want from Hyce?!” Gomez growled, his face inches from Sergio’s. “Why are you all over him?”

Sergio chuckled darkly, unfazed. 

“All over him? Please. Maybe you’re just jealous I’m doing better at being what you failed to be.”

“Shut up.” Gomez’s grip tightened, veins bulging on his arm.

“Oh, come on, don’t act like you still have a claim on him.” Sergio sneered, brushing off Gomez’s hand.

 “You’re past tense, man. You’re the ex. Hyce moved on, and guess what?” He leaned closer, smirking. “I’m going to make him fall for me. I’ll give him everything you couldn’t.”

Gomez’s chest heaved, his fists clenching hard. “You think this is some kind of game? Stay away from him, Sergio..!! I’m warning you.”

 “Or what? You’ll cry about it?”Sergio tilted his head, mocking him.

“Hyce is mine!” Gomez roared, slamming his fist into the table.

 The entire hall went silent, students staring in shock.

Sergio only smirked wider, leaning back casually. 

“Keep dreaming, Mr ex-boyfriend. He stopped being yours the moment you fucked up by screwing a girl.”

Gomez’s fist tightened. His eyes burned with the kind of anger that didn’t fade easily.

Desiree stood up quickly, stepping between them. 

“Both of you, stop it. Gomez can you just get out of here?”Desiree said.

Gomez glared at Sergio one last time before leaving.

“That bastard!”Sergio scoffed.

—-

★ 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦- 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐨’𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞★

It hadn’t even been five minutes since Hugo returned to his dorm when the door slid open and Dawn stepped in without hesitation—she knew his passcode by heart.

“Hugo,” She called softly, scanning the dim room for him.

He turned from the window, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. 

“It’s the first day and you already can’t wait to see me?”

“You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Hugo,” She whispered, her voice trembling with want before she closed the distance and pressed her lips to his.

He didn’t kiss her back, not immediately. He just stood there, letting her pour all that desperate emotion into the kiss while he stayed still, his hands still shoved into his pockets.

When she was about to pull back, Hugo’s hand gripped the back of her neck, dragging her closer instead.

 His lips crashed against hers with sudden force — a deep, claiming kiss that stole her breath and left her trembling.

Dawn melted into him, her hands clutching his shirt, desperate and wanting. The taste of him made her dizzy, and when he finally broke the kiss, her lips were swollen and she could barely catch her breath.

“You missed me that bad?”He leaned closer, his voice low and rough against her ear.

She nodded, her pulse racing. His gaze burned down at her, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips.

“Then prove it,” Hugo murmured, his tone dripping with challenge as he stepped back, watching her with dangerous intent.

She dropped to her knees and her hands flew to his belt as she unhooked it, yanking it down his legs and took out his c+k. 

She let the tip slip into her mouth and she gave it a long tease before taking his entire length deep down her throat.

“F+k!”Hugo groaned pushing her head  deeper to take more of his c+k.

She was gagging uncontrollably as he hit deeper into her throat and she held his thighs trying to push him off.

“Bi+ch!”Hugo pulled her hair backwards.

“Oh my God!!”She gasped for air.

Her hands flew to her shirt, fumbling to take it off, but Hugo stopped her. She looked up at him, confused and breathless.

“What? Don’t you miss me? I’m so horny right now.” Dawn groaned in frustration as he zipped his trousers back up.

“I’m not in the mood,” Hugo said lazily, brushing past her toward the wine cellar.

Dawn frowned and followed, her  feet padding across the marble floor until she wrapped her arms around his torso from behind.

“Hugo…” she murmured, resting her cheek against his back.

He let out a long sigh, prying her arms off him before turning to face her.

“What did I tell you, huh? This is just s+x, no feelings attached. You’re only hurting yourself, Dawn.”

“I don’t mind,” She said softly, her lips trembling as she tried to smile. “As long as I get to be with you always, that’s enough for me.”

Hugo stared at her for a moment, then exhaled and poured himself a drink. The ice clinked in the glass, echoing the tension in the air.

“I’m curious.” Dawn said, stepping closer again. “Are you competing in the Aces’ upcoming tournament?”

“Nah. It’s Morgan and Hades this year.”

 “What?”Her brows knitted.

“She asked him cause she needed the points to level up and he agreed.”

“Is Morgan okay?” Dawn blinked, disbelief flashing across her face.

“Why do you say that? She’s not weak,” Hugo replied, smirking faintly as he swirled his drink.

“I know, but… this is Hades we’re talking about. And he actually agreed?”

“Well,” Hugo said, taking a long sip.

 “…..that’s their business. I’m just gonna sit back, enjoy the show, and pretend like I don’t already know who’s going to win.”

“But if she actually wins, you’re going to drop to top 5, you know that right?” Dawn said.

“Whatever happens tomorrow, I’m 100% sure that I’m not going down to top 5 and that’s it.”Hugo said, gulping his drink.

—-

★ 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦- 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 ★

Hades finally set Bluey down once they reached his suite in the Spades Dorm, though he didn’t let go of her hand for even a second. 

His grip was firm, almost possessive, as if daring her to even think about running.

He pressed his thumb to the sleek black scanner beside the door. A soft beep followed, and the locks clicked open. With a gentle but unyielding tug, he pulled her inside.

Bluey’s eyes widened the moment she stepped in.

“This place is… massive,” She breathed.

The suite looked nothing like a student dorm.

 It was more like a luxury penthouse — walls lined with dark marble, a panoramic glass window overlooking the academy grounds, and lights that shimmered with crystal reflections. 

The air smelled faintly of alcohol and smoke and something else — him.

She was still looking around, her eyes tracing every detail of the luxurious suite  when she bumped into something solid.

Her breath hitched. She looked up slowly and froze.

Hades stood in front of her, that dangerous grin carved across his face, his black shirt clinging to his frame, tattoos peeking faintly from his collarbone.

“Bluey, right?” His voice was low, rough, and deep .

A shiver ran down her spine. She nodded quickly, eyes darting away from his intense stare.

“It was you that night, wasn’t it?” She murmured. “You saved me from those thugs.”

 “How’d you know it was me? I was wearing a mask that night.”Hades tilted his head slightly, studying her face.

 “Um… your scent. You smell like lavender.” Bluey bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hades froze for a second, then his grin deepened — sharp, amused, and undeniably intrigued.

“Lavender, huh?” He said, stepping a little closer. “Guess I made more of an impression than I thought.”

The doorbell rang, echoing through the suite’s wide, marble-floored space.

Hades turned his head slightly, then strode over to open the door. Loci stood there, pushing a small cart of food. 

The moment he spotted Bluey standing awkwardly in the living room, his eyes widened.

“Hey,” He said cautiously.

Hades brushed past Loci, his presence filling the room like static.

 “Be right back,” He said to Bluey before heading upstairs, his heavy steps fading into silence.

As soon as he disappeared, Bluey hurried toward Loci, whispering urgently.

“Girl, what did you do?”

“Nothing! I’ve been with you guys all day,” She said, her voice a nervous rush.

“Then why did he suddenly kidnap you?” Loci hissed.

“Kidnap?” She blinked, confused. “Is this… kidnapping?”

“Well, I can’t find a better word for it. Hades doesn’t bring anyone here without a dark reason, Bluey. Like  ever.”Loci muttered, placing the plate of seared fish on the table.

Before she could reply, heavy footsteps echoed from the staircase. Loci’s eyes widened. 

“Bye,” he whispered quickly, slipping out the door just as Hades appeared at the landing.

Hades descended the stairs and headed to the dining.

He pulled out a chair and Bluey looked at him. He arched his brows, and she quietly sat on it.

He sat opposite her and dished out food for her.

“Eat,” He said, and she flinched at his deep voice.

He arched his brow, watching her hesitate before she finally picked up the fork.

She began eating but then, set aside the fish in the food.

“You don’t like fish?” Hades asked.

“I’m allergic… to… seafood.” Bluey murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Noted,” Hades replied simply, his tone unreadable.

She started eating slowly, almost carefully, her eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. 

Hades placed his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his clasped hands, his gaze fixed on her like a hunter watching his prey.

Bluey shifted in her seat, her pulse rising. She could feel his eyes on her, heavy, consuming—like he could see right through her.

She bit her lips hard, trying to steady herself, and his eyes instantly fell to the small movement. His thumb brushed over his own lips, almost unconsciously.

He wondered how soft her lips would feel against his.

“How are you so pretty?” Hades said suddenly, his voice deep and ice cold.

Bluey flinched so hard her fork slipped from her hand and clattered against the plate.

He frowned, his expression darkening.

“The f+k you always doing that for?” He  snapped, his voice sharp enough to make her tremble.

She looked down instantly, gripping her hands together.

“Look at me,” Hades said, but she didn’t move.

“Fucking look at me, Bluey!!” He yelled, louder this time.

Her head jerked up, tears spilling down her cheeks before she could stop them.

“What the—why are you even crying?” He asked, his tone caught somewhere between confusion and frustration.

Bluey didn’t answer. She just kept crying, silent and shaky.

“Answer me, God damnit!” Hades barked again.

“You’re scaring me,” she whispered.

He froze. 

“What do you mean I’m scaring you?”

“Your voice… it’s so scary, and you keep looking at me like that.” She said between small sobs.

Hades leaned back in his chair, the anger on his face as replaced with shock.

How the hell did she even register in this school? If she’s crying because of my voice, then I wonder if she’s going to survive this place. Hades muttered, half to himself, half in disbelief.

 “You’re barely going to survive this school if you’re this weak.”He scoffed and leaned back in his chair.

Bluey bit her lip hard, her hands trembling under the table. She didn’t look up, didn’t speak—just stared at her plate.

Hades pushed his chair back, the legs scraping against the marble floor.

 “You can go back to your dorm when you’re done eating,” He said flatly, grabbing his phone from the table.

Without another glance, he turned and walked toward the stairs, his footsteps echoing until the door to his room shut.

Bluey let out a long, shaky sigh, staring at the untouched food in front of her. The silence of the suite pressed in around her, heavy and cold.

—-

★ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐃𝐨𝐫𝐦- 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 ★

Trevor leaned over the billiard table, lining up his shot while Morgan leaned lazily against the cue stick, her attention fixed on the next move.

The door opened and Juniper walked in, balancing a plate of fried chicken.

“Are you guys seeing what’s happening in MIA?” Juniper blurted, setting the plate down on the nearest table.

Morgan didn’t even look up. 

“What now?” Morgan asked, eyes following the rolling cue ball as it clicked against another.

 “Hades is attracted to that new player, 090.  Bluey? I think that’s her name.”Juniper’s voice carried a little excitement.

The cue ball missed the pocket. Morgan froze. Slowly, she straightened, her face hardening. 

“Who’s Bluey?”Trevor looked up, curious.

 “That pest my dad’s offering charity to. What about her?”Morgan gave a scoff.

Juniper smirked slightly, pleased to finally have their attention And to give out the full gist.

“Apparently, during dinner, Hades stormed into the hall like a madman demanding for her. Then he carried her out—on his shoulder. In front of everyone, it was like…’uh….I’m obsessed and I can’t hide it’ kind of stuff.”

 “Wait….Hades? Carried a girl out?.”Trevor paused, cue in hand, his brow lifting in surprise.

Morgan’s grip on her cue tightened. 

“He what?” She asked slowly, her tone calm but cold.

Juniper nodded. “Everyone saw it. It was crazy and the whole school’s talking about it. The girl looked terrified though.”

“That girl seriously doesn’t know her place.” Morgan muttered, resting her cue stick against the table and folding her arms. 

“She has the audacity to talk to that boy when we’re enemies with him. “You are reading from www.mhiztaemy.com.ng” She seriously needs to learn where her loyalty lies before I actually ask my dad to kick her out.”

“You know damn well, once you’re in MIA, you’re not going anywhere unless you’re expelled, graduated or dead.”Juniper said.

Trevor leaned back against the table, watching her with mild amusement.

 “Why did Hades pick interest in her anyway?” He asked.

Juniper popped a piece of chicken into her mouth, smirking. 

“Obviously another f+k toy. I mean, the other girls he used are….well—dead. She’s only ruining her life getting involved with him.”

 “Pathetic.”Morgan’s jaw tightened.

Trevor tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. 

“Whatever you plan to do, do it after the tournament. You need maximum focus right now.”

 “Yeah, you’re right. Before I deal with her, I’ll focus on tomorrow. Hades is a tough one and a lot is on the line.”Morgan sighed but nodded.

 “What do you think the games will be?” Juniper leaned on the pool table, curiosity glinting in her eyes.

Trevor rubbed his chin thoughtfully. 

“It’s probably not going to be gambling, so cards and chess are off the charts. You should be expecting a duel.”

“A duel?” Juniper blinked. “Isn’t that dangerous? Sure you can do it, Morgan? I hate to admit it, but that guy’s a beast.”

Morgan smirked, confidence radiating through her every move. “I can handle it. Spot number four, here I come.”

 “You sound too sure of yourself.”Trevor chuckled.

“I don’t plan to lose.” She grabbed her jacket from the chair and headed toward the door.

. “Where are you going?”Juniper asked.

Morgan’s smirk deepened, her tone dripping with calculation. 

“To go to bed. And figure out how to find out what the game’s going to be tomorrow.”

 “And I know exactly who to ask.” She said, her eyes glinting coldly before walking away.

—-

Bluey stepped into the main dorm hallway of Spades, and the air shifted immediately. Conversations faltered, laughter died down, and the steady rhythm of chatter was replaced by low murmurs. 

Every gaze followed her — curious, judging, whispering. The echo of her slippers against the marble floor was the only sound that filled the silence.

She didn’t look left or right, just walked straight through the rows of students parting to make way for her.

Natalie was leaning against the wall outside with Zayne and Nia when she spotted her.

“Girl, what happened?” Nia asked, pushing off the wall, worry clear in her tone.

Bluey didn’t answer. She brushed past them quietly, her eyes lowered as she reached for her dorm door. 

The keys jingled softly before she unlocked it.

Without a word, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her. 

When Natalie, Nia, and Zayne entered Bluey’s room, they found her sitting on the edge of her bed, her head slightly bowed, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve.

 Her eyes were red-rimmed, the traces of tears still faintly visible.

“Bluey…” Natalie said softly, stepping closer. “What happened in Hades’ suite?”

Bluey looked up slowly, her voice small.

 “Nothing really happened. He just—gave me dinner, and we talked a bit.” She swallowed hard, trying to steady her tone. 

“But I think I pissed him off. He was kind of angry that I was crying.”

“Crying? Why were you crying?” Nia asked, moving to sit beside her.

Bluey stared down at her hands. 

“I don’t know. I just… felt overwhelmed. Everything was too much.” She hesitated before whispering.

“And his voice when he spoke, it was scary. Like he wasn’t even trying to sound calm.” Bluey added.

The room went silent for a moment. 

“Are you for real? I won’t blame you though. His voice is kinda scary,” Nia said, crossing her arms.

“What else did he say?” Zayne asked, leaning forward.

“He… he called me pretty.” Bluey mumbled.

They all froze, exchanging uneasy glances.

“Um, Bluey. You might want to stay away from Hades,” Natalie said carefully.

“What… why?” Bluey frowned.

“If he’s interested in you in that kind of way, it’s not good. Especially if you start developing feelings for him.” Nia warned.

“Huh? Feelings? I don’t have feelings for him,” Bluey said quickly.

“You will eventually if you keep going close to him,” Nia muttered.

“Want to know what happened to the previous girls that were Hades’ flings?” Natalie asked quietly.

 “What?”Bluey’s eyes widened.

“They died,” Natalie said, her voice low. “All of them.”

Bluey’s eyes widened as her lips parted slightly.

 “Died?” She repeated in disbelief.

Nia nodded slowly, glancing at Zayne before lowering her voice. 

“Every single one of them. Some were found dead, dome disappeared, some commited suicide.”Zayne said.

“But why is that?”Bluey asked.

“Cause they fell in love with him. Look, Hades is THE GUY. He’s so perfect up front that girls can’t resist his charms. He’ll make you fall deeply for him, use you, make you do what he wants and discard you like trash and move over to the next bitch.”Natalie said.

“And you won’t survive the heartbreak that will eventually lead to your death.”Nia completed.

 “That’s not funny.”Bluey’s breath hitched, her heartbeat quickening.

“Do we look like we’re joking?” Natalie said, her tone flat.

 “It’s not just rumors, Bluey. Hades isn’t the kind of guy you want attention from. Once he sets his eyes on someone, it’s like he owns them. And when he gets bored… it’s over.” Nia trailed off, letting the silence speak for itself.

Natalie sighed and sat beside Bluey on the bed.

 “I know you think he might be different with you at first, but trust me, that’s what all of them thought too. He gives attention, they fall, and then it ends badly.”

Bluey stared down at her hands, her fingers trembling. The image of Hades’ piercing eyes flashed in her mind again, the way his voice had dropped low when he called her pretty.

 It wasn’t soft. It was commanding. Possessive. Like a warning.

“I don’t understand him.” She whispered. “He was calm… but scary. Like he could be gentle one moment and dangerous the next.”

“That’s Hades for you.” Zayne muttered. “He’s not normal. He’s the kind of guy you don’t figure out until it’s too late.”

 “But he… didn’t hurt me, he actually saved me once.”Bluey swallowed hard, her voice barely audible.

“It doesn’t matter….!!” Nia, Zayne and Natalie yelled at once.

—-

★ 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 – 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄★

Robert walked down the stairs, already dressed for work. His steps were calm but steady, the weight of another busy day on his shoulders.

He sat at the dining table just as Iris came out of the kitchen, three maids behind her carrying trays of food. She dismissed them after they set everything down, then walked over with a small smile.

“Good morning, darling,” she said, leaning in to kiss him.

“Morning,” he replied, kissing her cheek before taking his seat.

“You’re leaving already?” she asked, watching him pick up his coffee. “You just came back yesterday, Robert. Don’t tell me you’re going to be busy all week again.”

He gave her a faint smile. “You know how it is, Iris. Meetings, briefings, paperwork… it never ends.”

 “You make it sound like I’m competing with the whole country for your time.”She sighed, folding her arms.

He chuckled softly, reaching for her hand. “You know that’s not true. You’re the only one I’d rather spend every minute with.”

“Then spend this one with me,” she said, half teasing, half serious.

Robert leaned in and kissed her again, slower this time. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back.”

“You said that last week too.”

 “And I still mean it.”He smiled.

“Dora called me last night. Hades is participating in a tournament at the opening frat party at MIA,” Iris said quietly as she poured coffee into Robert’s cup.

 “And?”Robert looked up from his wristwatch.

“And?” she echoed, setting the coffee pot down. 

“Not like he’s going to lose, is he?”Robert gave a faint smirk.

 “Darling, you know how much I worry about him,” She said, her tone softening. “You shouldn’t have let him study there in the first place.”

 “Not like we had a choice, do we? Besides, MIA made us stronger. It’s not all roses, but the thorns are worth it.” He leaned back in his chair.

“I know, but I just feel really down knowing Hades will go through everything we went through… or worse.” Iris said, looking down at her cup.

 “Sighs… I’ll be leaving now.”Robert exhaled and stood, fixing his cufflinks.

“Just… try talking to him every now and then, please. You know he won’t tell me anything..”Iris fixed his tie, her fingers lingering on his collar. 

“I’ll will,” He said quietly. “I promise.”

She followed him to the door, watching as the guards opened it for him. He turned back one last time, giving her that same reassuring smile.

—-

★ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫- 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 ★

Robert entered his office, the guards saluting as the heavy doors shut behind him. Anthony and Corazon were already seated, waiting. 

The scent of polished wood and coffee lingered in the air as Robert set his briefcase down and straightened his tie.

“You’re here early,” Robert said, glancing at them with mild surprise. “I don’t remember having a scheduled meeting with you.” He took his seat behind the mahogany desk, flipping open a folder.

Anthony leaned forward with a practiced smile. 

“I know, Mr. President, but this couldn’t wait. We’ve been reviewing the progress on the Southline Development Project, and we’re requesting additional funding to accelerate construction.” Anthony said.

Corazon nodded in agreement, her tone smooth and formal. “If we’re able to secure the new funds, we could complete the main infrastructures ahead of the annual conference. It would reflect positively on your administration.”

 “I just recently approved a substantial fund for that same project not even two months ago. And from the last report I received, it isn’t anywhere near completion yet.”Robert tapped his pen on the desk, eyes narrowing slightly.

Anthony shifted in his seat, attempting a calm laugh. “Yes, but the cost projections changed. Labor, materials, and—”

Robert raised a hand to silence him.

“I’m aware of the cost changes. I’m also aware that your team hasn’t finished phase two of the initial blueprint.” He looked from Anthony to Corazon. 

“You don’t ask for more when you haven’t justified the use of what was already given.”

Corazon clasped her hands neatly. “Mr. President, with due respect, the delay wasn’t due to mismanagement. We’ve had unforeseen circumstances—weather issues, supplier shortages—”

“Then focus on resolving those,” Robert interrupted firmly.

“But…”

 “My no means no. Until I see tangible progress from the funds already allocated, there will be no additional approvals.” Rover cut Corazon off.

 “Of course. Typical Robert. Always acting like you’re above everyone else.”Anthony let out a humorless chuckle.

 “What is that supposed to mean?”Robert blinked slowly.

“It means that every time you say no, it’s never just business with you. It’s always a reminder that you’re still the golden boy — the one who made it to the top while the rest of us were left chasing your shadow.”

Anthony said, stepping closer

“You still think that? After all these years?” His tone softened slightly but carried an edge of disbelief.

 “Why do you people keep taking everything I do as some attempt to make you feel inferior? It’s been decades, Anthony. MIA was a lifetime ago.”Robert gave a dry laugh, rubbing the bridge of his nose. 

Corazon crossed her arms, eyes narrowing. “Easy for you to say. You’re the one sitting behind that desk, wearing the title Mr. President. Some of us had to fight harder for the scraps you left behind.”

Robert looked between them and shook his head. “You’re still living in that rivalry, aren’t you? God, it’s like none of you ever grew up.”

 “Always the righteous one. Maybe that act works for the public, but I know the kind of man you were back in MIA and still are. Cold, manipulative, and hungry for power. Seems nothing’s changed.”Anthony rose as well, his voice low and bitter.

 “And I know the kind of man you’ve always been….. jealous and desperate to be relevant. You never beat me then, and you won’t now.”Robert smirked faintly, though his eyes burned.

 “You must think you’re better than us. You’ve always been that way.”Anthony scoffed.

“I don’t think I’m better,” Robert said. “I just don’t let the past run my life. Maybe that’s what separates us.”

 “Careful, Robert. Pride makes people blind.”

Corazon smiled tightly.

 “And bitterness makes people foolish.” He met her gaze evenly.

“Bitterness?”

“Yes ! You’re so damn bitter that you lost to me, and you’re still damn bitter because you know that you’re always going to keep losing to me for the rest of your sorry lives.” Robert snapped at them.

A heavy silence fell. Anthony’s lips curled into a dry laugh before he turned for the door.

 “Keep your damn funds. We’ll finish the project without your approval.”

Corazon followed, her heels clicking sharply on the marble floor.

 “You’ll regret undermining us, Robert,” She said without turning back.

“Not as much as you’ll regret crossing me again,” Robert replied quietly.

The doors shut behind them, leaving Robert alone in the office. He stood still for a moment, then exhaled deeply, staring at the city skyline through the glass — the past, it seemed, was never truly buried.

-𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞-

Anthony stormed into his office, his suit jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder. Corazon followed quietly, closing the door behind her before walking over to the desk.

She placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of him. 

“Here,” She said softly. “Before you break something.”

 “That Robert, he thinks because he’s president, he can talk to anyone however he wants.”Anthony exhaled sharply and sank into his chair.

Corazon leaned against the edge of his desk, crossing her arms. “You’re letting him get under your skin again. Don’t.”

He looked up at her, irritation still flickering in his eyes.

 “You heard him, didn’t you? Acting like I’m the one stuck in the past. Like he’s some saint who outgrew all of us.”Anthony grabbed the mug reluctantly and took a sip, shaking his head.

“He’s not worth the headache,” Corazon said calmly. “You have bigger things to worry about, the project, our investors. Robert isn’t the center of the world.”

Corazon stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his. The room seemed smaller, the noise from the outside fading into nothing as she wrapped her hand around Anthony’s neck, sitting on his thigh. 

Her touch was warm, deliberate, a quiet command that drew him in.

“It’s been far too long,” She whispered, her lips hovering just above his.

Anthony’s breath hitched.

 “Yeah… too long,” He admitted, his hands tightening around her waist, feeling the familiar weight of her against him.

Slowly, almost teasingly, she pressed her lips to his. At first, it was gentle, a soft brush that lingered. Anthony responded cautiously, letting the kiss deepen, tasting the warmth he had missed for long. 

Their bodies pressed closer, the heat of their longing igniting between them.

Corazon’s fingers threaded into his hair, tugging him a fraction closer, and Anthony’s hands traced the curve of her back, pulling her against him as if he could make up for lost time in a single embrace.

She broke the kiss just slightly, resting her forehead against his. 

“I never stopped thinking about you.” She murmured, voice low and intimate.

Anthony’s lips brushed her temple, his thumb stroking her cheek. 

“And I never stopped hoping you’d come back to me. Why can’t you just leave Gael.”Anthony ssid.

“Calm down, you know very well that’s not going to happen. Besides, if I leave him, he’s going to pull out his investments in your campaign.”Corazon smiled, kissing him again.

“But…. We love each other. I’m tired of always pretending.”Anthony huffed.

“Me too, but it’s better this way. Besides, think about Morgan and Trevor, they’re friends and you wouldn’t want to ruin their friendship.”Corazon said and He nodded before kissing her again.

—–

★ 𝐌𝐈𝐀 – 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞. ★

Morgan knocked lightly before pushing open the glass door to Miss Dora’s office.

 The principal looked up from a stack of papers, her sharp gaze landing on Morgan immediately.

“Morgan Sinclair.” Miss Dora said, setting her pen down.

 “What brings the Heart’s 2nd top player to my office this morning? You should be in class.”

Morgan smiled politely and stepped in, the scent of jasmine trailing behind her. 

“Good morning, Miss Dora. I just came to ask a tiny favor.”

 “A favor? And you’re being polite? That’s new.”Miss Dora leaned back in her chair.

Morgan nodded, clasping her hands behind her back. 

“Yes. I was wondering if you could tell me what tomorrow’s game will be for the tournament.”

Morgan sat elegantly across from Miss Dora’s desk, legs crossed, her blazer buttoned to perfection as the principal adjusted her glasses.

“You know damn well that cheating can get you expelled,” Miss Dora said, her tone stern and deliberate.

 “It’s not cheating. I’m only curious, Miss Dora. Curiosity isn’t a crime.”Morgan smiled faintly, resting her chin on her hand.

“Curiosity becomes a crime when it’s about confidential information,” Miss Dora replied. “The tournament’s structure will be announced tomorrow so just wait.”

 “Come on, Miss Dora. You’ve known me for years and you know me so well. I’m not asking for answers, just… a hint.”Morgan tilted her head, her voice soft yet sharp.

Miss Dora gave her a long look, unimpressed.

 “You’ve always had a clever mouth, Morgan. But clever mouths get people in trouble here, you should know better.”

Morgan tilted her head with a soft smirk. “So, no hint at all? Not even a little one? You wouldn’t want me walking in unprepared, would you?”

Miss Dora gave her a long, unimpressed stare. 

“If you’re as good as you claim to be, you won’t need preparation. Now get back to your training arena before I decide to deduct points from you for skipping classes.”

Morgan sighed and gave a mock salute. “Understood, Miss Dora. But don’t be too surprised when I win tomorrow.”

“Out, Morgan.” Miss Dora said, picking up her pen again.

Morgan turned, her smirk never leaving.

 “Have a good day, Miss Dora.” She walked out gracefully, her boots clicking in rhythm.

—–

★ 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥 ★

Bluey entered the class with Zayne, Natalie, Nia, and Loci.

“I hope we’re not learning anything boring today. I am so not in the mood,” Nia groaned.

“I perceive failure,” Loci teased.

“Babe,” She hit him playfully.

“Bluey, are you okay? You’ve been quiet since we left the dorm,” Zayne asked, glancing at her.

“I’m fine. I’m just thinking about what you guys said yesterday. It’s still giving me chills,” Bluey murmured.

“No need to worry about it. Just ignore meeting him,” Natalie said calmly.

“Unless he actually asks for you,” Loci added teasingly, earning a sharp glare from Nia.

“Loci,” she warned.

 “What? I’m just saying the truth. You don’t get to ignore Hades if he wants you.” He raised his hands in mock surrender.

 “You and your mouth.”Nia rolled her eyes and hit his arm playfully.

They all sat down as other students filled the room, flipping through the textbooks assigned for class.

Natasha walked in with Bryan and Aris, her eyes immediately landing on Bluey.

“There she is,” Aris muttered, smirking.

Natasha strutted toward Bluey’s desk, Bryan and Aris trailing behind her like shadows.

 The chatter in the room dimmed immediately, everyone knew what it meant when Morgan’s lackeys cornered someone, it means Morgan is pissed.

“Well, well,” Natasha began with a smirk, crossing her arms. “If it isn’t the little charity case who caught Hades’ attention.”

 “What?”Bluey looked up, confused.

“Don’t play dumb,” Aris chimed in. “You think it’s cute talking to him when Morgan’s family including her clearly hates his guts?”

 “Maybe she’s trying to climb the ranks the easy way.”Bryan leaned closer to Bluey’s desk, his grin smug.

Bluey’s fingers tightened around her pen. 

“I didn’t do anything wrong. He just—”

“Spare us the innocent act,” Natasha snapped, slamming her palm on Bluey’s desk, making her flinch.

 “If you’re trying to impress Hades, you’re digging your own grave.”

“Back off.” Natalie’s voice cut sharply shoving at Natasha.

 “Pick on someone else, Natasha.”She stood, eyes blazing as she stepped between Natasha and Bluey.

“Aw, defending her now? How sweet.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “You really want to fight me for her?”

“If I have to,” Natalie shot back.

 “You three should leave before you embarrass yourselves.”Zayne leaned casually against the desk beside Bluey.

 “Or what?”Bryan scoffed.

 “Or I’ll make sure you find out the hard way.”

Loci stood up too, cracking his knuckles with a grin.

 “You think you three scare people just because you run errands for Morgan? Pathetic.”Nia crossed her arms, stepping closer to Bluey’s side.

 “And you think talking to Hades makes you someone important, huh?” Natasha sneered, stepping closer to Bluey.

 “Natasha, I don’t want trouble.”Bluey tried to stay calm.

“Too late for that,” Natasha hissed before shoving her hard. Bluey stumbled back, nearly hitting the edge of the desk.

The sound of the slap that followed echoed through the class. Natalie’s hand came down across Natasha’s face, sharp and furious.

 “Don’t you ever touch her again.”

Gasps filled the room as Natasha’s head snapped to the side. She blinked, stunned for a second then retaliaed.

The twins collided. Desks screeched, papers flew, and students scattered out of their way. 

Natasha grabbed a handful of Natalie’s hair, and Natalie shoved her back, landing another hit on her arm.

“Say you’re sorry! Apologize to her.” Natalie shouted, trying to push her off.

“Never!” Natasha spat, swinging back.

They crashed against a desk, sending books tumbling to the floor. Their breathing grew louder, ragged, angry.

Then the speaker above crackled to life.

🔊 “Player 053 and Player 055, violence isn’t allowed in learning lecture halls, take your shit elsewhere.”

Both girls froze, still breathing hard, faces flushed and eyes burning with defiance as the room fell into stunned silence.

Immediately, the classroom door creaked open and a boy stepped inside. Everyone turned toward him.

He scanned the room before speaking. “Please, who’s Bluey? Player 090?”

 “Um… that’s me.”Bluey hesitated, her voice quiet.

 “Hades is looking for you. He said you should meet him at the Aces training arena.”The boy said.

A wave of murmurs rippled through the class. Natalie leaned closer, trying to lighten the air for Bluey.

“Girl, you’ve got to give us a full gist when you return. And remember, just try and stay calm, okay?”

Bluey managed a nervous smile and nodded.

“Let’s go,” The boy said simply before turning toward the door.

 Bluey grabbed her bag and followed him out, feeling every pair of eyes on her.

As she reached the door, Natasha folded her arms with a scoff, still rubbing her cheek where the slap had landed.

 “There she goes, Hades’ victim number 21.”

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𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 ✰

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