Chapter 14

Amaya stepped onto the deck of the luxurious yacht, her dress shimmering under the party lights. The evening air was cool, carrying the faint scent of the sea. As she walked, the soft murmur of conversations swelled into a cacophony of whispers.

"Isn't that Amaya?"

"Did she really come here?"

"I heard she just got here. I wonder how she managed the invite."

Amaya ignored the whispers, her gaze scanning the crowd. She spotted Chiyo approaching, her smile radiant and sickeningly kind. Chiyo's dress was a beautiful satin white dress with an off shoulder neckline.

"Amaya, darling, how was the drive here?" Chiyo asked, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

Amaya returned the smile, equally saccharine. "It was lovely, Chiyo. The chauffeur did mention something about the weather being beautiful tonight, especially in the woods."

Chiyo's smile faltered for just a second before she regained her composure. "We can only hope for good weather."

Amaya's eyes sparkled as she looked around the yacht, people were watching them closely as if watching an interesting soap opera. "This is quite beautiful. It must be nice to spend money that's not yours."

Chiyo's eyes narrowed slightly, "I hope you enjoy the party, it will be your last." The last part of her sentence was said under her breath, after that she simply turned to greet more guests, her façade of perfection firmly in place.

Chiyo was joined by her friends, including Ichiko, who threw a disdainful glance at Amaya. "Chiyo, did you see the flowers Hiroshi sent earlier? They were breathtaking." Her voice was loud enough for everyone to hear. "Even though he's a son of the conglomerate Wanatabe family, he still keeps you in his heart."

"Yes, he is always so thoughtful," Chiyo replied, her eyes softening.

Amaya didn't let it bother her. Whether or not that engagement would last, is up to Amaya. Amaya left Chiyo and her fan girls getting a mocktail at the bar. The cold drink was pretty tasty and the ocean looked mesmerizing under the moon.

"Are you ready?" Arthurs voice came through her system.

She took a drink, her eyes not leaving the vast expanse of blue sprawling out in front of her. "Don't you think the sea is beautiful Arthur?" She asked.

"If you think it's beautiful then it probably is."

She laughed at his reply, she wondered if Chiyo would try to kill her again tonight, if so she was looking forward to it.

The party was in full swing when Hiroshi arrived, flanked by his entourage. He made a grand entrance, his presence drawing the attention of everyone on the yacht.

"Oh my god it's Hiroshi!"

"He actually came?"

"Why wouldn't he? It's his fiance's birthday!"

He wore a fine tailored suit which looked quite regal, he had a box in his hand and his men carried bags and bags of expensive things. Amaya found this quite cute, like a peacock showing off his money tail.

"This guy, I've definitely seen him before. Little Prince do you remember?"

[He is one of the four strongest of the prefecture, your memory sucks.]

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

[Ask and it will be given.]

Amaya rolled her eyes, it felt like her system was being moody recently, all she could do was accept it.

Hiroshi moved straight to Chiyo, presenting her with an array of expensive gifts and a wad of cash, making everyone around them envious.

"Chiyo, my dear," Hiroshi said loudly, "these are for you. Just a small token of my affection."

The crowd around them buzzed with whispers.

"Chiyo is so lucky. Look at all those gifts!"

"I'm so jealous, I also want a rich fiancé."

"And she's so much prettier and better than Amaya, that violent girl."

Chiyo beamed under the adoration, but inside, it wasn't enough. She felt a burning resentment towards Amaya, she deserved nothing, that she was worth nothing. The position of Suzuki heiress should be her, even all these gifts meant nothing to her.

"Seems like I'm a little bit late."

Chiyo looked behind Hiroshi to see Kenji limping in, he looked best up which alarmed her.

Chiyo turned to her fiance. "Excuse me for a moment," she said, "I need to check up on my lackey" before walking over to Kenji.

"What happened to you?" she hissed, taking in his bruised face.

"It's nothing," Kenji muttered, glaring at the ground.

Chiyo grabbed his arm, pulling him aside. "You were supposed to get rid of Amaya, not get beaten up!"

Kenji's jaw tightened, but he said nothing. Chiyo's eyes flicked to the side, ensuring no one was watching, before she softened her tone. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Amaya watched the exchange from a distance, her lips raising to a smile. She left a little present for them, she hoped they liked it.

As Chiyo led Kenji away, Hiroshi turned his attention to Amaya. He smirked, the malice in his eyes unmistakable. "So, Amaya, enjoying the party?"

Amaya remained calm, her expression unreadable. "Yes, quite. And you?"

Hiroshi's smirk grew wider. "Oh, I'm having a wonderful time. Especially watching you pretend to fit in."

Amaya's eyes flashed with anger, but she kept her voice steady. "I have nothing to say to you, Hiroshi."

He laughed, loud and mocking, drawing the attention of nearby guests. "You're right about that. Everyone here knows where you really stand."

Amaya casually glanced at him, he had a good body and was quite handsome, but he seemed more antagonistic compared to last time. She wondered what Chiyo told him this time.

Arthur's voice came into her ears and her smile widened even more.

Hiroshi felt annoyed seeing her smile like that, "what has entertained you so much?" He asked.

Amaya put down her glass on the edge of the yatch then crossed her hands, "I'm about to watch a good show."

Before Hiroshi could respond, the sound system crackled to life, causing everyone to screech and cover their ears.

"What's going on?" Hiroshi demanded, looking around for the source of the noise.

Amaya didn't say anything, instead she took her glass again and started to walk back to the bar, she considered showing their beautiful faces on a projection but even for her that was too much, so the guest had to settle for sound and let their imagination run wild.

"Another drink please" Amaya asked the barista who looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"You seem to be in a good mood today." He said, she didn't say anything back merely smiling.

The sound system began to pick up Chiyo and Kenji's voices which were raised at each other in an argument. Their voices blared through the speakers, raw and unfiltered. Their words crisp and clear, some people started to video the debacle, some were just confused.

"You're useless!" Chiyo's voice rang out, filled with venom. "You can't even get rid of one girl. What good are you?"

Kenji's response was muffled, but then her next response was clear. "I don't give a shit! You had one job! What's the point of coming here if you didn't even manage to finish it!"

Then they went silent for a few seconds, people wondered what just happened, if that was the end. But after a while a few sounds started coming from the system. The sounds made Hiroshi's face darker than ink.

Amaya held back her laugh and she turned to the barista. She was in a good mood today after all.

"Hm I don't really have any money." She said with a glazed look, she held her card in her hand tapping it on the edge of the glass cup.

He understood her intention, "That's ok, it's on the house."

"Oh? That's a shame, I was thinking of paying you with something else."

"With what?" He asked curiosly flirting back.

[Do you have no shame?] The systems blaring voice was loud abd clear causing her to wince.

'But I'm in a good mood today!'

[Go find someone your age!]

'He is my age!'

[Just stop!]

Amaya groaned, it was like having an older brother, how vexing.

Hiroshi's body shook, his embarrassment and anger clear on his face, his fiance was cheating on him and he was right there. She wasn't crying for help or anything, just moaning like the slut she was. The guests were stunned into silence, their eyes wide with shock.

Amaya turned to Hiroshi, her voice calm and steady. "If you need a new master, Hiroshi, I will be waiting for you as the true heir of the Suzuki family."

Hiroshi's eyes met hers, the weight of her words sinking in. The room buzzed with murmurs as the reality of the situation set in, and the power dynamics began to shift in Amaya's favor. He said nothing and promptly left.

Amaya had no plans to stay either, her job here was done, her father might find out about it, whether or not he gets mad at outing her infidelity, she didn't give a shit.

As she walked out the erupting chaos she saw Lucas waiting for her.

He looked at her nervously, his hands fidgeting in his pockets, like he had been caught guilty by a teacher. "I thought you went home?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

He rubbed the back of his neck, his nervousness palpable. "Yeah, I took Jean back, but I figured you'd need a ride."

She smiled, a genuine warmth spreading across her face as she walked up to him and grabbed the black helmet from his hands. "Thanks, Lucas," she said, slipping the helmet on. He followed suit, putting on his own helmet before mounting his motorbike.

Amaya swung her leg over and settled in behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. The engine roared to life, and she felt the familiar surge of adrenaline as they pulled away from the curb. The cool night air whipped past them as they sped through the city streets, the bright lights and sounds of Kurasuno Prefecture blurring into a cacophony of color and noise.

Despite the chaos of the city around them, there was a comforting stillness between them. She tightened her grip slightly, feeling the warmth of Lucas's back through his jacket. She heard his heart beat quicken and she found it quite cute.

After some time he gained enough confidence to talk. "You know I'm going to university next year."

"Mhm" she hummed.

"If I get into a good university will you, give me a reward?"

She found it amusing, he was shaking from nerves. "What would you like?"

He took a deep breath. It was now or never.