Being Bad For Good Sake

MDC Anniversary Part 2

Meanwhile, somewhere in the middle of the crowd, 

Chloe's POV -              I found myself standing amidst the Scarface group, away from LIE-LA and her lies. We were waiting for Mari, and that's when I received a video from my boyfriend, Luka. As I watched it, I was shaken and broken. He was cheating on me with my close friend and our leader. However, before I could react, a thought crossed my mind - it could be a prank or a lie. Just then, another video arrived from Mari, which made me feel a bit calmer and excited to see LIE-LA's and her sheep's reactions.

With the rest of the group, we headed towards LIE-LA, ensuring that our teammates had secret cameras to capture every angle. I instructed them to watch Luka's video and said, "You should have a look at the video sent by Luka. There's a surprise for all of you." After they finished watching, their expressions were priceless. Fortunately, Luka's classmates were also present, the girls who were infatuated with him. They screamed out of jealousy, claiming that Mari stole Luka from them, accusing her of being ugly, fat, clumsy, a failure, and not as attractive as them. Little did they know, they were living in a big lie.

As for LIE-LA, she had similar thoughts. She had harassed Luka, trying to get close to him, but he always declined. She pursued him because he was hot, kind, handsome, and cute. As I pondered this, my cheeks turned bright red, catching Alix's attention. She smirked, aware of my feelings. LIE-LA began shedding fake tears, sobbing on Alya's shoulder, putting on a daily drama. She claimed that Mari had stolen her close friend Luka, and she was worried for him, fearing Mari might harm him.

My anger surged, and I wanted to slap her, but I remembered Mari's plan. She had advised me not to do or say anything that would ruin her plan, to lie about it and gather everyone's attention. So, I stood there, controlling my anger. Everyone watched the last part of the video where Mari challenged Miss Brat, I mean LIE-LA, to take photos with Miss M to prove that she knows her. LIE-LA froze, perhaps contemplating her next lie, but before she could say anything, Alya spoke up. It was the first time she opened her trash, I mean her mouth, at the right time.

"What does she think she is? First, she stole Lila's close friend from her, then she threatened her, and now she's challenging her. My bestie will accept this challenge and prove that Maritrash is a liar. My bestie always cares for others, helps others, and doesn't take credit for what she does. Maribrat always steals my bestie's designs and accuses Lila of things she never did, bullying her. I'm sure a photo with Miss M will prove that Lila is not a liar, but Maritrash is..."

LIE-LA couldn't decline the powerful belief and trust of her victims, so she had to agree. "Alya, I don't want to prove someone wrong. It's not in my nature, but only because you say so, I will do it... only for my close ones," she said, wiping her crocodile tears. Meanwhile, Max recorded Adrien's reaction to the video. He turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost, his face turning as red as Nathaniel's hair. He was jealous of my boyfriend, Luka, and I felt bad for him, but at the sametime, I was happy. He deserved it for telling Mari to take the high road, while he himself was dating LIE-LA, using her for her body, and she used him for his money. It was more like a contract, and once it was over, she brushed off their relationship with a lie, and everyone believed it.

Mr. Agreste was disappointed with him and disowned him. He didn't want his reputation and all his hard work to be spoiled by someone unimportant to him. I think Mr. Agreste was right. If I were in his shoes, I would have hired someone to deal with him, but he was too kind. After some time, the whole crowd fell silent and surprised as a rare sports car approached. Miss M emerged from the car, and all the VIPs bowed to her in respect. Her dress was simply stunning; I couldn't find the words to describe it. The stage and the surroundings were decorated in gold, and her black dress contrasted with others. I could bet that the dress cost a fortune. Being Audrey Bourgeois' daughter, I have a keen eye for style, and I knew that it was Miss M's masterpiece.