Chapter 150 The Past 2 . . .

[Amara's POV]

After getting together with Cross's best friend, to push him away, it didn't take weeks before he transferred schools.

Good.

He should forget about me and go far away.

Without further ado, I broke up with his best friend and focused all my attention on my academics.

I wanted to be successful and powerful. Powerful enough to cut the strings my parents used to control me. Successful enough, so no man would ever think that I was just a trophy kind of woman.

And for that to happen, I would use anyone for my goal.

Years passed and success and power were within my grasp, but then the world had just to change.

I found myself transported to another world together with the others where beasts and magic were the norms, just like in any fantasy setting.

I was shocked at first, but I quickly realized that this world was just like earth, only with superpowers in a fantasy theme word.

It wouldn't change my goal.

I would use everything I have to make sure that I would become strong. Strong enough to take care of myself.

But first . . .

'Hello, Amara. Remember me?'

Of course, I remember.

I briefly glanced at Cross.

How could I not?

I flipped my hair and crossed my hands.

You were my first love.

'I don't.' I told him.

The way his face buckled as the world had just fallen on him made me bit my tongue until it bled.

When he walked away with slumped shoulders, all I wanted was to run over to him and tell him that I hadn't forgotten.

But I wasn't my naïve self from before who only thought about herself.

This was a dangerous world. If Cross was beaten with the men buzzing around me, he wouldn't just get a simple bandage.

He could die this time.

With a heavy heart, I went together with a group of girls while taking one last glance at Cross's back.

I never expected that he would also be transported into this world with me.

'Live,' I uttered his way before I went my own way.

Our journey in this world wasn't easy. There were beasts to kill and players to avoid while navigating the complex matter of my group's mental and emotional state.

Even as a BUG player, things weren't easy, especially when this Apocalyptic Event happened. In the end, we survived, though only Patricia and I were the only ones left from our numbers of ten.

I didn't feel anything when they died. People were replaceable, and it was not like our group was built because we were friends.

I wasn't cold or heartless. I was only protecting myself from potential heartaches. I would only give my complete trust to people who I was with thru thick and thin throughout the years.

Fast forward, many things had happened, and we managed to enrol in this Academy. The girls we lost in our group were replaced with new ones, and life resumed like usual.

Except for me.

I couldn't get Cross out of my mind, and now this . . . Edward guy wanted me to be his mistress. I had no intention of becoming someone else's romantic dream or shouldering the weight of someone else's life.

As I had already witnessed, an Academy full of young hormonal mages that thought they could do whatever they wanted because they suddenly acquired magic and super power abilities often times led to problems.

Edward served as my shield, and he was rich to boot. The youngest son of one of the most influential families in this kingdom.

Dare I say that my beauty precedes me this time? But it was also a cursed, for I knew that Edward only wanted me to warm his bed every night.

I didn't want that kind of life.

However, it would be a waste if I didn't use him either. There was nothing easier to control than an arrogant man who took too much pride in his own abilities and the power of his family.

Only . . . I knew I was playing fire here. One wrong move around Edward, and it would end me.

Oftentimes, I thought to myself that attracting his attention wouldn't end up well. Not to mention that Patricia likes Edward, and this put a rift in our relationship.

Please, by all means  . . . she could have him.

Having this dilemma while walking the corridors. It was when, at this moment, that I caught sight of him. A familiar man was standing in the magic circles.

Cross?!

He was alive!

My happiness couldn't be measured that day, and I was ready to ditch class and go to him. Tell him everything. Everything since grade school.

I stopped when Edward came into my view.

No.

NO.

With Edward constantly watching me, Cross would be in danger. I hadn't forgotten about those guys who approached me from before. They were all dead the next minute they told me their feelings.

Edward didn't even wait for them to be alone and just brazenly cut those people in broad daylight. The worst part was . . . no one came to help.

Edward's like, for me, was borderline obsessive. I felt that there was something wrong with how he was fixating on me.

It was weird because we had just met. And whenever I brought it up, his face would go dark, and he would change the topic.

Something was definitely off about him, and I had to stay away from Cross if I didn't want him to die.

I sadly smiled at myself.

See . . . nothing was different even if I was transported in this world.

Everyone still saw me as a commodity to claim.

Taking a deep breath, I shot one last gaze at Cross before going to my next class.

I thought that my days in the Academy would go swiftly. After I graduated, I would tell Edward that I didn't want to be his mistress and sign a contract with the kingdom of Trinity instead.

Under their protection, I was sure that Edward wouldn't think of doing anything to me. And that was when I would finally tell Cross about everything.

I wasn't thinking of going back to him or rekindling our relationship . . . or anything . . . I just wanted him to know because he deserves the truth.