Chapter 19 — Dorm Rumors,
Unexpected Arrangements, and the Unofficial Fan Club
After they finished eating, the bell rang sharply through the halls of Imperial High.
Victoria, Emery, and Violet left the student council room together, their laughter echoing softly down the corridor.
Andrea, of course, offered to escort Violet back to class.
She flatly refused.
"I can walk on my own."
"Wife, that's not how—"
"Not.
Another.
Word."
He watched her leave, smiling helplessly as she disappeared around the corner.
Victoria, Emery, and April returned to their classroom while Violet decided to head to the dorms to change back into her uniform.
But by then, the rumors had already exploded across the school.
Students stopped mid-stride as she walked down the long marble hallway, Andrea Mist's sports jacket draped casually over her shoulders.
Phones came out instantly.
Shutters clicked.
Posts went up.
"Is that her? The De'ora girl?"
"The one who got food dumped on her?"
"Why is she wearing his clothes—?"
"Wait, are they dating already?"
Within minutes, Imperial High's social board was flooded.
By the time Violet reached her dorm building, the gossip had evolved into a full-blown scandal.
Andrea Mist's fan club—unofficial but frighteningly organized—had collectively declared her public enemy number one.
But most of them didn't dare move against her.
Not because of fear of Andrea…,at least not completely.
…but because she was Violet De'ora,
heiress of an empire , a powerful family, the De'ora's.
And the girl the school's golden boy had openly called his wife.
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Unbothered, Violet went straight to the teachers' office.
Her homeroom teacher looked up, blinking at the sight of her wearing the council president's clothes.
"Miss De'ora?"
"Good afternoon, ma'am.
I want to change my clothes, I came to ask for my dorm number."
The teacher sighed.
The news had already reached even the staff lounge.
"The principal already informed us about your… situation during lunch."
She smiled kindly and handed Violet a keycard.
"You've been excused for the rest of the day. Here—room 502.
You already have a roommate, so… be careful."
"Yes, ma'am.
Thank you," Violet replied politely before heading off.
As the door closed behind her, the teacher turned to her colleague, shaking her head.
"Mr. Ian, what is the principal thinking, putting those two ancestors together in one dorm room?"
Mr. Ian chuckled.
"He's hoping they'll get along.
Don't worry, Irena.
They're young—it'll be easier to guide them now."
If only he knew how wrong he was.
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When Violet opened her new dorm, she stopped at the doorway.
Two completely opposite sides of the room greeted her:
One half was drenched in pink—pink sheets, pink curtains, even a pink eraser sitting neatly on the desk.
The other side was violently violet, from the rug to the bedspread to the lamp cover.
Her eyebrow twitched.
She didn't need to be told who had done this atrocity.
"Dad," she muttered under her breath, "you have no aesthetic mercy."
She shook her head, dropped her bag on her bed, and sighed.
After taking a quick shower, she changed into her soft two-piece pajamas—a long loose shirt and shorts—then crawled under the covers.
The day had been too long.
For now, sleep sounded safer than dealing with another round of school gossip.
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The moment the bell rang, it signified the end of today's classes, and students each flocked back to their dorms.
The door to Violet's dorm opened.
A girl entered, and the moment she saw who was on the other bed as her new roommate, she screamed, waking Violet up.
"Violet De'ora! What are you doing here?!"
Violet woke up startled, blinking rapidly before realizing who it was.
"Melissa Spears?!
No way… are you my roommate?"
Vira couldn't help but comments: Host, why Is your luck on the lowest mark today…?
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Melissa Spears, who had been extremely excited about getting herself a roommate—a new lackey, maybe—was completely disappointed when she saw who it was.
"No, no, no, this can't be! We can't stay together in the same dorm room! I'll kill you before the end of all three semesters!"
"Ttch, you wish," Violet replied flatly, done with her dramatic act.
"No, I can't take this! I'm going to the principal!"
Vira couldn't help but remind her.
"Host, you better go with her before she goes and tells lies to the principal".
"Wait for me! Let's go together," Violet said, putting on a long jacket over her pajamas.
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They both walked in different sides down the hallway, keeping a clear distance between them—neither wanting to be seen with the other.
The moment they got to the principal's office, they were immediately rejected.
The principal looked at the both of them and sighed.
"I heard about what happened this afternoon, and I won't change it.
You two need to learn to coexist.
If after one year you still can't stand each other, then I'll consider it.
For now—manage yourselves."
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On their way out, they bumped into Andrea, who was heading toward his uncle, the principal's office.
Melissa's eyes brightened immediately, while Violet's expression darkened.
Vira as usual decided this is the right time to speak, "Host,why is today so against you. Someone must've cursed your luck".
"Shut up", screamed Violet inside
When Andrea saw the two of them together, he stopped, clearly surprised.
"What are you two doing together?"
Then his eyes moved to Violet—taking in her long jacket, her bare legs, her feets in a slipper without socks.
His expression instantly changed.
"Why are you dressed like this? Do you want to catch a cold?" His tone was sharp, almost scolding.
"I'm going back to my dorm," Violet replied.
"What if you freeze before getting there?"
"What kind of nonsense—hey!"
Before she could finish, Andrea bent down and carried her up in a princess carry, completely ignoring her flailing hands.
"Put me down! Andrea, I mean it! I can walk!" Violet struggled, pushing at his shoulders.
"Stop moving, you'll fall," he said, his voice slightly irritated.
"I'm not a child!" she snapped back, still squirming.
Vira: Host, he's lifting you like you're a sack of rice—why are you so ungrateful,poor kid, he's just worried.
"Shut up, Vira!" Violet hissed under her breath, face turning red.
Andrea looked down at her in his arms and smirked slightly, his anger fading into a tease.
"Tell me where your dorm is."
Violet glared up at him, clearly defeated.
"Room 502…" she muttered quietly, reluctantly.
Andrea chuckled softly.
"Good girl."
Vira repeated his words" Good girl ", teasingly.
Violet turned redder.
"Put me down right now, or I'll—"
"—or you'll what?" he teased, walking on as if she weighed nothing.
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Melissa who stood frozen, ignored , watched them disappear around the corner.
Andrea hadn't even glanced her way—not once.
Her hands clenched at her sides, not out of hatred, but out of something smaller and sharper—jealousy.
It hurt, watching the boy she liked look at someone else like that.
She didn't want to go back to that room, not tonight.
Not when the image of Andrea carrying Violet was still fresh in her mind.
She pulled out her phone and dialed.
"Julia," she said softly, her voice trembling just a bit, "can I come over? I… I don't want to be alone right now."
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On their way to Violet's dorm, Andrea asked,
"So why were you two together?"
Violet, reluctantly, explained everything that happened, and what the principal said.
He was shocked but not surprised, only his uncle could think to solve a problem like that.
When they finally arrived at the girls' dorm, Violet expected him to put her down—but instead, Andrea kept walking straight in.
He carried her all the way to room 502.
To her shock, no one stopped him.
She didn't dare shout or struggle too much—creating a scene would only make things worse.
When they reached her door, Violet said firmly,
"We're here now, Andrea.
You can put me down."
But Andrea didn't listen.
He snatched the keys from her hand, unlocked the door, and walked right in.
"Hey! This is a girls' dorm—you can't just walk in like that!"
He ignored her, carrying her straight to the side of the room that was clearly hers.
He already knew which one it was—the violet-colored side gave it away.
He laid her gently on her bed.
Then, his hand moved toward the zipper of her coat.
Startled, Violet quickly grabbed his wrist. "What are you doing?"
"Ttch, you don't have to be so defensive," Andrea said with a smirk.
"I'm not eating you—at least, not now.
Take off your coat and give it to me."
Violet hesitated, but eventually did as told, handing him the coat.
The moment his eyes fell on her long legs, he gulped—then quickly turned his gaze away.
He hung her coat neatly over the chair.
He saw the sportswear he borrowed her ,already washed and placed in a bag,on the chair.
Something snapped inside him.
He took it,then came back, knelt beside her bed, and without warning—
Bit her thigh.
Violet gasped in shock.
Even Vira inside her almost combusted, screaming, "Aaah! What is this dog doing now?!"
Andrea straightened up, eyes dark but teasing.
"This will at least teach you a lesson," he said coolly.
"Next time I see you walking around in the cold like that, it won't just be your leg—it'll be everywhere."
He tucked the blanket over her and walked out the door, leaving behind a stunned, open-mouthed Violet.
If Melissa had witnessed this scene, she wouldn't just spit blood—she'd probably faint on the spot.
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As soon as Melissa reached Clara's room, She knocked.
The door was opened by Clara herself.
"Julia… wooo—Andrea… Andrea…",cried Melissa.
When Julia saw the wrecked state of Melissa and heard Andrea's name, she immediately knew something was wrong.
She ushered her inside, curiosity and anticipation flashing in her eyes.
Inside, there was also Clara's roommate — Gloria Smith, Melissa's classmate and lackey, Victoria's deskmate, and a proud member of Andrea's fan club.
The moment Gloria saw who it was, she turned from what she was doing and blinked in surprise.
"Melissa? What's wrong?"
When Melissa saw her,she paused her tears, before asking, "Gloria? What are you doing here?"
Clara answered before Gloria could, her voice smooth.
"She's my roommate.
Why? Do you two know each other?"
"Yes," Gloria replied quickly.
"She's my classmate.
We're… friends."
Clara's system inside her snorted.
"Friends? You mean sidekick.
Melissa doesn't do friends."
Clara had to hold back her laugh.
Soon after Melissa started crying again,as she explained what had happened, Clara's expression darkened—but before she could even speak, Gloria suddenly screamed:
"WHAT?!"
The shout startled both the crying Melissa and the fuming Clara.
Gloria ran to Melissa's side, pushing Clara aside in the process.
"Is this true?" she asked, grabbing Melissa's hands.
"Tell me it's not true!"
"Gloria, what are you doing?" Clara hissed.
"Please, tell me it's not!"
"You see me crying—what do you think I'm crying over?!" Melissa snapped, her patience gone as she snatched her hands back from Gloria.
"Oh my God… the vice president has to know this," Gloria gasped, pulling out her phone.
"Vice president of what?" Melissa asked, startled by her so called lackey sudden madness.
"Vice president of Andrea's fan club," Gloria said seriously as she dialed.
At that, Clara couldn't help the slow smirk curling on her lips.
As she thought, "Andrea's fan club uugh ".
Her mind was already spinning, forming plans.
While Gloria was busy recounting the story over the phone, Clara quietly stepped closer towards Melissa and said smoothly,
"Why don't we both join the club? You and I.
Melissa who wasn't sure, was later convinced by Clara,who promised that the club could be a wonderful pawn in dealing with Violet.
Melissa stayed silent for a few seconds, then nodded through her tears.
And so she agreed to join.
The moment Gloria was done with her calls, Clara asked for her and Melissa to join.
Gloria agreed.
And soon the same vice president she talked too was informed about two new members joining.
They were officially registered, and now a part of Andreas unofficial fan club.
Each member of the fanclub where soon introduced to each other on a group call.
Melissa , already impatient with the unnecessary chatter going on, asked, "so how do we deal with Violet".
And so that night, Clara, Melissa, Gloria, and a group of toxic fan girls—each with their own twisted reason—joined hands to form a plan against Violet De'ora.