The party was at some ridiculous mansion off-campus, the kind of place that screamed "my parents have more money than sense." Azura could hear the bass thumping from the street as she approached, her heels clicking against the pavement.
She'd gone all out. Tight black dress, red lipstick, hair styled in loose waves. She looked like she'd stepped out of a magazine, and she knew it.
[CONFIDENCE LEVEL: MAXIMUM. GOOD LUCK, HOST.]
"I don't need luck," Azura muttered under her breath.
She walked up to the front door, where two guys were standing guard like this was some exclusive club. One of them looked her up and down, his eyes widening.
"Uh... name?" he asked.
"Azura Midnight."
The other guy snorted. "Yeah, right. Azura Midnight is a loser. You're way too hot to be her."
Azura smiled sweetly. "Guess I had a glow-up. Now move."
She pushed past them before they could respond, stepping into the chaos of the party. Music blared, people were dancing, and the smell of alcohol and expensive cologne filled the air. She could feel eyes on her as she walked through the crowd. Lots of eyes. Good. That was the f*cking point.
She made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a drink from the counter; some overpriced vodka mixer that tasted like liquid sugar. . She took a sip and a small smile curved across her lips. Not bad. The original Azura didn't drink, probably another way she'd handicapped herself, staying boring and sober while everyone else had fun. But Azura? She appreciated the taste, the slight burn as it went down, the way it warmed her chest. This was yet another pleasure the girl had denied herself.
She surveyed the room, taking mental notes. There was a group of girls by the window gossiping about someone. A cluster of guys by the TV arguing about sports. And then there was the queen bee section.
And then she saw her.
Emma Laurent stood in the center of the room, surrounded by her usual group of sycophants. She was pretty, sure, but in that boring, cookie-cutter way. Blonde hair, blue eyes, the kind of girl who peaked in high school and was desperately clinging to relevance. She was wearing a designer dress... probably something her mother bought for her... and diamonds that reflected whenever she moved.
The original Azura's memories appeared in her mind. Years of them. Emma spreading rumors about her. Emma and her friends cornering her in the bathroom and mocking her appearance and shoving her face down the toilet. Emma posting photos of her with cruel captions. Emma deliberately sabotaging her social life, her relationships, her reputation. The casual cruelty of it all. The relentless, methodical destruction of a girl's will to live.
Hot, consuming rage filled Azura's chest. Her hand curled into a fist. She could cross that room in seconds. She could wrap her hands around Emma's throat and squeeze until the blonde bitch's eyes went blank. She'd done worse in her past life. She'd destroyed armies, broken kingdoms. One spoiled girl would be f*cking nothing.
[ALERT: HOMICIDAL IDEATION DETECTED. SYSTEM OVERRIDE ACTIVATED.]
A cold sensation suddenly washed over her, like ice water in her veins. The rage didn't disappear, but it... froze, like it was locked away. She could still feel it beneath her skin, but she couldn't act on it.
[HOST, REMEMBER YOUR MISSION. REVENGE IS THE GOAL, BUT MURDER IS NOT THE METHOD. STRATEGIC DESTRUCTION > IMPULSIVE VIOLENCE. PATIENCE. CONTROL. BUILD YOUR POWER FIRST.]
Azura took a deep breath, forcing herself to relax. The system was right, as much as she hated to admit it. Killing Emma would be satisfying for approximately five seconds, and then she'd be arrested. And she had plans. Big plans.
Emma's eyes locked onto Azura, and her expression shifted from smug to shocked in about half a second. The girl next to her whispered something, and Emma's face went pale.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Emma hissed, storming over.
Azura tilted her head, feigning innocence. "You invited me. Well, technically, you told me not to come. But I figured that was just your way of saying you missed me."
"You—"
"Love the dress, by the way," Azura continued, looking Emma up and down. "Very... safe. Boring, but safe. Kind of like you, actually."
Emma's face turned red. "You think you can just show up here and—"
"And what? Exist? Be beautiful? Steal the f*cking spotlight from you?" Azura leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Yeah, I do. Get used to it, sis. I'm not going anywhere."
Emma sputtered, her cheeks burning, but before she could respond, someone else approached. A guy. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes that looked like they could cut through steel. He was wearing a suit, which was weird for a college party, but somehow he made it work. He moved through the crowd like he owned the place.
"Azura?" he said, his voice low and smooth.
She turned to him, raising an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"
"Kaden Stone," he said, extending a hand. "We met at a charity event last year. You probably don't remember."
Oh, but she did. The original Azura had been dragged to that event by her father, forced to stand in the corner while Emma soaked up all the attention. She'd been invisible that night, or rather, she'd made herself invisible. Kaden had been there, some big-shot CEO even at twenty-five. He'd spent the whole evening talking to investors and important people. He hadn't even f*cking glanced at her.
But now? Now he was looking at her like she was the only person in the room. His eyes traced over her dress, her face, lingering on her lips for just a moment.
"I remember," Azura said, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, confident, warm. "You didn't talk to me then."
"I didn't realize what I was missing," he said, his lips curving into a small smile.
[ALERT: LOVE INTEREST DETECTED. KADEN STONE - COLD BILLIONAIRE CEO. ATTRACTION LEVEL: HIGH.]
Azura fought the urge to roll her eyes at the system. Instead, she smiled back at Kaden, letting her confidence shine through.
"Well, now you know."
Emma was practically vibrating with rage beside them, her hands clenched into fists. A few of her friends had stopped dancing to stare. The whole fucking room was watching.
"Want to get a drink?" Kaden asked.
"Sure."
As they walked away, Azura could feel Emma's glare burning into her back. Good. Let her stew.
This was just the beginning
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