Rebirth: Love me Again

Chapter 201 The Masks We Wear

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[IRAYA]

The words lingered in the air, a sharp contrast to the underlying tension between us.

I watched as the color drained from Kylie's face, a flicker of something like jealousy. Her grip on Jason's arm tightened almost imperceptibly, as if holding onto him harder would make him hers.

It was then that I realized just how blind I had been. For so long, I had convinced myself that the relationship between Jason and Kylie was nothing more than a friendship.

But looking at her now, I saw the truth clearly—how she clung to him in every way, her eyes always seeking him, her movements always aligning with his. It was clear who was the true priority in his life, and it certainly wasn't me.

But that didn't matter anymore. I would make sure they ended up together, tangled in the web of their own lies.

I took one last glance at them, the faintest of smiles pulling at my lips before I addressed Mr. Benson.

"Mr. Benson, please don't fetch me after school anymore," I said, my tone calm but pointed as I addressed the older man. "I already have a ride, as you can see." I gestured toward the sleek McLaren parked just a few feet away.

I was referring, of course, to Jason's web of lies and the excuses he had woven so effortlessly over time. He was a master manipulator, skilled at twisting the narrative to suit his needs. I was certain he'd find a way to wriggle out of this situation too.

Sure enough, I heard his voice, smooth as ever, addressing Kylie. "Sorry, Kylie. Iraya and I just had a little fight. It was small, but she's making a big deal out of it."

The words stung, not because they were true, but because of the ease with which he spun them, painting me as the unreasonable one while he played the victim. His lies had become second nature to him, but this time, I wasn't going to let him get away with it.

Jason's expression darkened as he turned to me. His smile didn't falter in front of the other students, but the tension in his jaw gave him away. He reached out, gripping my wrist firmly—not enough to draw attention, but enough to make it clear he wasn't asking.

"Iraya, can we talk?" His tone was low and controlled, but it wasn't a question. Before I could respond, he pulled me toward a quieter corner of the school grounds, away from the prying eyes of our classmates. Find your next read on empire

Once we were alone, his mask slipped. "What's wrong with you?" he hissed, his eyes darting around to ensure no one was listening. "Do you want me to get caught?"

I met his glare with a calmness that only seemed to infuriate him more. "Whatever do you mean, Jason?" I asked, feigning confusion. "I only wanted to drive my own car today. After all, I'm quite familiar with the streets now. I don't think I need your father's services anymore. It's time for me to dismiss him."

His confusion was written all over his face. His mouth opened as if to retort, but no words came out. He was clearly grappling with the shift in me, the confidence and defiance I now carried. The old me—the one who bent to his every whim—was gone.

"You can't just fire him," Jason said, his voice rising slightly, though he caught himself and lowered it again. "Do you want me exposed? Do you want everyone to find out? Do you want them laughing at you for dating a—" He stopped himself, but the venom in his tone was unmistakable. "A poor guy? Is that what you want? For my reputation to be destroyed? For everyone to mock me? And you?"

I raised an eyebrow, refusing to let his words affect me. "Oh, Jason," I said coolly, "if that's your concern, I'll simply have your father drive you in another car. Problem solved."

His jaw tightened, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "I want the Royce," he demanded, his voice firm, as if he had any authority left to give orders.