From Fat and Ugly to Cambridge Queen: Watch Me Crush Them All

I made a phone call.

Standing before me, a row of male models in masks, I felt like I was about to float to the heavens with how stunning I looked.

"She's fat, sure, but damn, she's rich."

"If it weren't for the money, I wouldn't bother protecting this ugly, fat woman."

"Better not be chosen. Staying close to a woman like this would give me nightmares every night!"

...

The voices of the crowd flooded into my mind, and my smile faded.

Forget it. They're just tools. I picked the tallest one, a guy standing at almost two meters. I waved away the others.

I chose him because, in his thoughts, I didn't hear a single shred of insult.

"I'm Noah Sterling."

He took off his mask.

Handsome.

Too handsome.

He'd wipe the floor with Dorian, no contest.

No wonder he's the top pick.

Sister's a bit into this.

This is exactly the kind of handsome man I need pretending to be my boyfriend. With Dorian and his crowd, I can easily catch them spreading rumors and slander.

"Don't be nervous. I don't need you to do anything. Just play the role of my boyfriend for this month. Be there whenever I call."

Noah seemed a bit surprised but still professionally agreed.

Every day after that, I worked hard on losing weight. My parents were so touched that they were on the verge of tears. Not only did they hire the best nutritionist to assist me, but they also set up a home gym for me. After two weeks, though I hadn't hit my target yet, I'd made noticeable progress.

In my spare time, I kept busy, often inviting Noah to go shopping, specifically to places where I might run into my classmates.

"Oh, look, it's the little fatty! Lost some weight?"

Marcus Flynn grinned mockingly at me.

I played the role of the timid girl and lowered my head.

"Marcus, long time no see. How's Dorian... how's he doing lately?"

The original me used to get mocked and insulted by him all the time, and his filthy mouth still hasn't changed.

"Dorian? He's all cozy with Lilith, you think losing some weight is gonna make him notice you?"

Marcus sneered.

"Dorian's grades are top-tier in our class. You? You're barely good enough for a technical school, and you have the nerve to keep fawning over him!"

I shot him a glare, my eyes cold as I muttered under my breath.

"Still talking back? You're asking for it!"

He kicked toward me without warning.

Then came a cry of pain.

Noah appeared just in time, shoving him to the ground.

"How dare he speak like that!"

A voice filled with anger surged into my mind. I quickly stopped Noah from stepping in any further. I was a bit surprised, not expecting him to be this righteous.

Noah kept holding onto Marcus’s leg, making him scream in pain.

"Do you understand the consequences of running your mouth now?"

I dropped my shy act, smiling sweetly at him.

He glared at me with hatred, his mouth cursing nonstop.

Another cry of pain followed.

Noah twisted his leg harder.

"I... I’m sorry! Let me go! I swear I won’t say anything again!"

I reached out and patted his head, my smile never fading.

"Good boy. Now, say 'Grandpa.'"

His eyes flickered with resentment. I gave Noah a signal.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Please let me go!"

He cried, surrendering.

I was satisfied. I hooked my arm around Noah’s, ignoring Marcus completely.

"You filthy bitch! How dare you treat me like this!"

"You think just because you're with your boyfriend, you're something special?"

"Let’s see how I ruin your reputation!"

...

A wave of bitter thoughts flooded in. I couldn't help but smile.

Another step of the plan complete.