His To Ruin: The billionaire's substitute bride

Prologue - Cinderella and her bully

Betty's POV

It was the last day of the academic year and my final chance. The thought made my stomach twist, dreading the fact that, after this, I might never see him again before he goes abroad to study

The closing bell rang, and everyone rushed out to take signatures and wish their favourite seniors farewell.

I didn't care about those trivial things aside from the mission on my mind. I ran to the basketball court, where he usually lingered with his friends, my hands clutching the gift bag.

My eyes searched desperately for him, Kyle. My long-time crush. We had known each other forever and today was the day I finally confessed my feelings.

Deep down I always knew he saw me as a little sister, his tender gaze and care. But just wasn't how I felt, maybe just maybe if he knew something might change. Even if nothing changes, at least I wouldn't have any regrets.

Kyle had a friend group, the Trident. Him, Xander and Ivan. As expected Xander napped on a bench, careless as ever. Ivan was busy playing on the court but there was no sign of Kyle. I bit my lips growing nervous.

"Guess who is here, " my toes curl, of course, the devil was always the first to notice me.

Ivan stopped playing and then jogged towards me with a grin that would make any girl's heart flutter, but it only made my stomach churn. That was the look he had whenever he was about to make my life hell.

"Little Betty boo came with a gift." He teased, drawing everyone's attention, and even Xander glanced up. I clutched my bag, "I am looking for Kyle." I managed to say, hoping Kyle would show up.

Before I could react, Ivan snatched the bag from my hand. My heartbeat plummeted and I jumped at him, trying to take it back. At 16 years old, the bastard was already over 6 feet. Ivan rummaged through my bag and pulled out a letter.

His grin grew mischievous. "Awwn Betty boo wants to confess her crush." He taunted. I gulped. No, no..

As if reading through my panic Ivan did what he knew best...humiliate me.

Ivan started reading out my confession letter word by word.

My face paled. The guys laughed at me while my tears grew desperate with each word he read out loud..

He didn't stop, enjoying how his actions made me crumble. "Please stop," I begged him, trying to snatch the letter. With a lopsided grin he tore the letter in front of me before grabbing the box of chocolate I bought.

My eyes widened, and I was visibly shaking, "Ivan, please," a plea slipped out, aware of what he was about to do. I didn't know why I bothered begging it never worked in the past

Ivan ate the chocolate, his face twisted in disgust. "Ugh, it tastes awful." He spat it on the floor. The box fell from his hand. My body reacted before thinking rushing to grab the box

Ivan tugged my hair, my cry grew louder and stumped on every single one. I wanted to run off, but he didn't let me and made me watch.

"Isn't it beautiful?" The bastard asked after ruining everything. I didn't answer, too humiliated to and tired of feeding his ego.

My lack of response only fueled him. "Come on, Betty, don't act like we aren't friends," Ivan smirked. My head bobbed up. "We can never be friends." I retorted, my eyes rimmed red.

His lips twitched then he sighed. "Fine, since you can't appreciate it. I will show you something beautiful." He scoffed, and my stomach churned. I struggled to break free knowing I was going to hate whatever it was.

His grip was firm, pulling me towards the bench where he took his phone from Xander then played me a video. It looked like a beach resort. Kyle and his friend were having fun, but someone else was there.

A girl I didn't recognise was holding hands with him, smiling and giggling. My heart beat dropped. The clips changed, there were fireworks in the background, and Kyle, the boy I always loved, was kissing another girl while his friends cheered him.

My chest tightened, and I could not breathe. So this was what a heartbreak felt like. Ivan switched off the phone having achieved what he wanted. "Enough of your stupidity Kyle can never love a silly girl like you. He is only close because of your parents."

His words cut sharply. My finger dug into my palm. "He would have rejected your silly chocolates."

Unable to take it anymore. "I fucking hate you, Ivan." I cried out, scratching him in the face.

He let go, stunned by my retaliation, and blood oozed from the wound. Before he could hurt me any further I stormed away. Their laughs only grew louder as I ran.

I slammed into someone and fell back, "Bertha, why are you crying? Did Ivan do something again?" Kyle held me. His guess wasn't hard; who else could it be?

I never understood why a perfect soul like Kyle had a friend like him.

"It's nothing," I shrugged him off, hiding my face from him. He could not see me like this.

The door to the rooftop burst open, enough was enough. What did I do to deserve this from him? Ivan made it his personal mission to make my life hell every chance he gets.

I ran to the edge of the building, overlooking the school. An impulsive thought etched in my mind to jump.

4 seniors burst through the door. Silence dropped, "Are you about to jump off?" One snickered.

"Damn, she wants to jump off." The other teased, slowly cornering me. I had a bad feeling about this.

One tugged my arm. "Why don't we have some fun instead?" Disgust clawed up my throat. I gritted my teeth trying to yank off.

"Let go of me." I barked, my pitiful appearance only amused them. "Come on Betty, be a good girl." Their greasy smile made my hair curl.

"Your legs or hands, which should I break first?" They froze then glanced up.

Ivan was leaning against the wall with a perfect grin, his eyes were cold....like he was broken. The one holding my hand gulped, "Come on, Ivan, you aren't the only one who can have fun." He teased.

Ivan laughed, in the blink of an eye, my arm was freed, and he shielded me.

The agonising scream made my toes curl. "Who gave you the right to touch her? " Ivan said, twisting his arm.

His friends fled, running with their tails between their legs.

Ivan's grip tightened, bones snapped, and the painful scream continued. "Please... let go." He begged.

His eyes turned colder, his grin widened. "You should have thought twice before you touched my prey," He looked like a madman, which terrified me..

"Please stop," the words slipped out of my mouth, unable to watch this madness.

Ivan's shoulder froze, he let go of the punk, and turned around his gaze judging me.

"You can't handle a rejection and decide to jump off. " He scoffed cornering me. "Kyle would never like a silly girl like you."

I just wanted to get away from him, he didn't give me the chance. Without a single word, I was swooped up and thrown over his shoulders. He grabbed my bag and then stormed away.

My heart kept on thudding dreading what this monster would do. I struggled in his hold, wanting nothing to do with him. Everyone cleared the path for us until we got outside.

He placed me on his bike, then wrapped his helmet over my head. "You'd better hold on tight." Ivan threatened before he got on the bike..

He sped off immediately, forcing me to hold onto his waist, praying we don't die in an accident. After a thrilling ride, I never asked, we arrived at my family's Villa's gate.

"You can get off now," Ivan dryly said. I scoffed, jumped down, and chucked the helmet at him.

"Get out of my life. I hate you!!" My cries seemed to have ticked him off, he got off the bike. His wicked grin was gone.

Shit, I have done it. "You hate me." He chimed, before I could flee for my life. The bastard grabbed my waist and pulled me close. My heart thundered against his chest.

Our gaze locked and he sealed my lips. My body froze as the one boy I hated stole my first kiss.

His lips were scorching sucking every breath in my lungs. Pushed against the wall the kiss intensified. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and a sickening feeling formed in my stomach.

His lips scorched against mine stealing every breath in my lungs. My back hit the wall as the kiss deepened.

Tears rolling down my cheeks, betrayal and heat twisting together until I felt sick. Worst of all, my traitorous body leaned closer, answering him when I should have pushed him away.

It was a quick intoxicating kiss that left me breathless. Ivan immediately backed away, his eyes sharp. "Hate me forever, Bertha Rivers. That’s the only way you’ll survive me." He glanced at the surveillance cameras, and not a shred of fear was found in his eyes.

"I hope you die a horrible death," I cussed him. Ivan smirked.

"Who else would ruin you if I’m gone?" He snickered before his bike rode off.

He rode away into the dusk leaving me humiliated, breathless, and infinitely ruined

I hated him. God, I hated him. So why did my lips part like they belonged to him?