She Who Died (2)

'This girl... is Felicity?'

The question asked in Alessa's heart gave her a feeling akin to being showered with icy cold water in winter. It froze not only her body but also her brain. Fear consumed her chest. It was the natural fear of someone who might be holding a greater space in her loved one's heart. Fear of not being chosen.

At that moment, she felt afraid to look at Chris' face. Her reaction was not unfounded since they just started getting close to each other for not more than a month and the half-host had yet to confirm what their real status was.

She bit her lips and made the damn thoughts go away. 'Stop demeaning yourself, Alessa. You're prettier, wealthier, sexier... and more troublesome than anyone else. You have so many merits. And you've been with him for three years. Even if he likes her, who cares. Just steal him... Steal him. He can only be yours... It's okay to have him for yourself, right?'