Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

Perhaps because I was wearing black pump shoes that were pointy high, everyone looked small in my eyes. They watched me with their heads slightly upturned. But somehow I knew it was all just my imagination brought on by my soaring confidence.

I felt great!

Some people we knew, like Jemima Hors, Oscar de Ragetti, and other celebrities, immediately surrounded Alan and me. They immediately praised us, especially my appearance, which was considered elegant and luxurious for a gala dinner.

“Oh, Fenella, I’m so happy to see you again, darling.” Oscar gave me a quick peck on both cheeks.

“Yeah, I was afraid I’d never see you again after that commercial,” Jemima said with a chuckle.

“Why? Do you think I’m going to kill myself like the people on my social media asked me to?” I chuckled, though my tone of voice was quite sharp as a sarcasm to those who left me alone when I was down.

“Oh, of course not, dear. I’m glad you ignored those horrible haters. Besides, scandals pass like the wind. Give them some time, and they’ll be gone. We have to focus on our preparations for next month’s fashion show instead,” Oscar waved a hand and rolled his eyes.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“My girl is a tough ass, isn’t she?” The corners of Alan’s lips turned up, showing his pride in me, whom he now claimed as his own.

“I’m so jealous right now.”

A female voice said, catching our attention. Alan and I quickly turned to see Mallory West looking stunning in a tight white dress, contrasting with her brown hair. She was accompanied by Roger, her manager, and her boyfriend. Seeing her, Alan and the people around us were immediately cheered in excitement to greet her.

“Hello, Fenella. Good to see you again.” Mallory smiled sweetly and wrapped her arms around me quickly to kiss both sides of my cheeks.

“Yes, Mallory. Nice to see you again too.” I flashed my usual fake smile even though I could still feel a pang in my heart for her.

“I’m glad you guys were able to mend your relationship,” Mallory said with a big smile.

“Oh, well, that’s how feelings are-unpredictable.” I shrugged.

“And we’re engaged,” Alan said loudly so everyone around us could hear him. They all immediately burst into joy when they heard Alan’s announcement.

“Show us the engagement ring.”

They demanded that I show them our diamond engagement ring. I sighed in faked exasperation and raised my hand to reveal the ring finger studded with the latest premium Prestishe diamond ring. They immediately burst into laughter and ‘ooh-aahs’ of admiration and surrounded me.

“Wow, congratulations,” Roger said lazily.

“Yeah, congratulations!”

This time another female voice squealed from behind us. I immediately saw Amy’s figure wearing a sparkling gold-colored dress. Really, she couldn’t be more striking than that.

The people around us, Mallory’s circle of friends, immediately greeted Amy. They hurriedly praised Amy’s appearance and exchanged greetings and salutations. Although, at a glance, I could see a slight twitch and a look of annoyance from Oscar-that guy was the worst at hiding his feelings. But something seemed to force them to obey Amy, and I think I already knew what it was.

“You know, the main event is about to start, so I hope you can get into the main ballroom soon.” Amy spread her arms and led the celebrities away from me.

“Come on, baby,” Alan invited me to leave, but Amy gently held Alan’s arm.

“You can go first, honey. I want to have a quick word with my future sister-in-law in private,” Amy said with her eyes narrowed at me.

“I don’t take orders from you, Amy,” I said in a cold tone.

“Hey, ladies, please behave. If you can’t play nice, I swear I will-”

“Fuck off, Alan!” Amy growled. We stunned as we watched Amy start to show the irritation she was harboring. Realizing that she was scaring Alan, she cleared her throat and raised a sweet smile at me.

“Believe me, Alan, I just want to have a little chat with her without having to be interrupted by anyone.” Amy blinked her eyes as if she were still the sweet and friendly Amy.

“Five minutes. If she’s not back in five minutes, I’ll pick her up.”

Alan raised his open palm. Amy snorted and raised her finger to gesture for me to follow her. I then glanced at Alan and nodded my head to him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back in a minute.” I said to him.

Amy then led me to a polished wooden door, and she opened it. It was a small room with a simple bed and table. It seemed to be a guest room.

“Alright, tell me the truth now, Fenella. Did you get engaged to Alan to get back at me?”

Amy asked matter-of-factly. She scrunched up one waist as she stared at me with pursed lips.

“No.”

“Then, did you come near Alan knowing you could make me miserable by pretending to be my sister-in-law?”

“No.”

“Don’t play games with me, Fenella. There’s no way you sincerely love Alan. He’s a mess, and no one would want him if it wasn’t for his money.” Amy snorted and shook her head.

“Oh, Amy. I really feel sorry for you. Now I know where Alan learned such a misbelief.” I frowned, pretending to give her a concerned look.

“We’re going to start recording this, Fenella,” the FBI commander whispered faintly in my ear.

“Say whatever you want. In the end, you’re just the same naive girl you were in high school. Don’t you know how money can move everything? No need to be hypocritical.” Amy grinned viciously.

“Not with me. I wasn’t moved by the money Alan had, but by the sincerity of his heart toward me all these years.” I still replied coldly to Amy’s words.

“Total bullshit. No need to pretend. I’m sure you approached him, and you accepted him because of the money. He now looks successful as a billionaire, has a perfect physique, and has a face that women love. That’s your reason.” Amy began to step closer to me.

“You’re wrong again, Amy. The physique won’t last, the face will wrinkle, and the money will be gone in no time.”

“Though I admit, I’m amazed at what he’s accomplished through the hard work of his own hands. At least he didn’t sell his soul to someone like you.” I hissed back by narrowing my eyes at her.

Hearing my words, Amy laughed. Her shrill laughter sounded horrible and left me stunned. My eyes blinked at her unexpected reaction. But once again I could see how Amy’s temper infected Alan’s arrogant temper.

“Oh, Devil. I don’t know how else to pity you, Fenella. You want to insult me by praising Alan, but you’re the one at fault here.” Amy then took a breath and controlled her annoying fake laughter.

“You’re saying that all of Alan’s accomplishments are the result of his own hard work? Well, you’re dead wrong, Fenella.” Amy leaned toward me, and this time her face contorted with an angry glint in her eyes.

“Everything Alan has is my money. Alan wouldn’t be as successful as he is now if it wasn’t for me marrying Peter.”

“I introduced Alan to Peter. I let Peter invest in Alan’s company to such an extent. That money should have gone to my charity. I’m Peter’s legal wife, so all of Peter’s money should be mine.” Amy emphasized every word ‘I’.

“No, you’re not. Peter has nothing to do with Alan’s business. It’s all Alan’s own money and his investors. I saw the shareholder chart on the internet myself.” I scrunched my face in denial.

“Well, duh. All the investors are shell companies, and they all belong to Peter.” Amy rolled up her eyes.