I will make her pay.

~Lizzie's POV~

The jealousy inside me feels like poison, spreading through my veins every time I think of Ammie. It's madness, I know, but I can't stop it. Everything about her makes me seethe. And today pushed me over the edge.

Jamie has always been distant, always locking away his emotions, especially around me. But he's always stood up for Ammie, stepping in when it mattered, but never in front of her.

It was like he didn't want her to know, as if he was trying to keep his love for her hidden. I can't stop the happiness that courses through me whenever he ignores her. But today... today was different.

When Ammie slapped me, the sting on my cheek was nothing compared to the humiliation that came after. Everyone saw it.

He saw it. And instead of brushing it off or ignoring it like he usually does, Jamie defended her. Right there, in front of everyone. It was like a knife twisting in my heart.

Cold Jamie, guarded Jamie, had crossed a line. Defending her like that, in front of her for that matter, meant something. It meant he had started to care, maybe even more than he realized.

That thought alone drove me mad with jealousy. What does she have that I don't? Why does he look at her like that? I can't stand it. I won't stand for it. She humiliated me, and now she'll pay.

I remembered the photos. The ones of Ammie at the Dreamer's Club, cozy with that man. I didn't care who he was; all that mattered was how the world would see her.

The perfect Ammie White, caught in a scandal. It was too good to pass up. A few clicks, and the images were online. I watched with a dark sense of satisfaction as they spread like wildfire.

Social media was buzzing, and SNS stocks were already taking a hit. Just imagining Ammie waking up to this disaster made me feel like I'd won. She would finally know what it felt like to fall.

I placed a call to Chloe, my friend. She picked up immediately. Chloe is Richard's girlfriend and hates Ammie just like me.

Maybe even hates her more than I do. "Hi, Chloe." I put on a sweet voice. I don't like her, but anything to get rid of Ammie.

"Hi, Lizzie. Have you seen the news?!" she said excitedly.

I couldn't help the smug smile that curled my lips. I knew she would hear the excitement in my voice.

However, it was Chloe. She hates Ammie as much as I do, so there was no need to be scared or worried.

"Yup. Our perfect angel isn't so perfect." Nah, Ammie was perfect. That's why I hate her. I hate her so much. She has everything I've ever wanted.

Parents that loved her and would do anything for her, so I turned her parents against her. People loved her, praised her, so I made her my friend and turned the people against her.

Too bad Jamie isn't so hard to manipulate. And Josh... Josh is just there. He isn't easy to manipulate either. Two hard nuts for me to crack.

"You know what to do, right?" I asked. Of course, she does. She was the one who volunteered to make Ammie's life miserable, all for Richard.

"Of course I do. I will keep pushing those photos. Trust me," she assured me, her voice full of excitement.

I have valid reasons for hating Ammie, but I can never understand Chloe's reasons, considering it's Richard's fault. Well, a win is a win.

"I trust you." That was a lie. I don't trust her. I can never trust her. Someone who would turn on her parents just because she's associated with Richard can turn on anyone.

"All right. I'll get to work now," she said. I heard her start humming before the call ended.

I guess it's a perfect day for some spicy pictures. Thoughts of my hunky manager flashed through my mind as I took different poses.

Some hours later, I went online to laugh more and send my pictures to him. But my triumph didn't last long.

Not long after, I was scrolling through my feed, relishing Ammie's ruin, when my breath caught in my throat.

There, staring back at me from the screen, were images of me—in a compromising position with my manager. My heart slammed against my ribs, panic and fury flooding through me.

How could this be happening? How did someone even get these?

My mind spun, desperate to figure out how this had turned on me. I felt like the ground was crumbling beneath me as I realized the implications.

The Whites' family name, my name, was being dragged through the dirt. The Whites' stocks were crashing, my phone wouldn't stop buzzing with calls and messages, and I was powerless to stop any of it.

This had to be Ammie. She had flipped the script, and now I was the one caught in the scandal I wanted for her. What's going on?

Anger boiled up in me, hot and suffocating. This was supposed to be her destruction, not mine! I screamed as I smashed things to relieve my anger.

How had she managed to strike back so fast? Ammie has changed. Something is wrong. Ammie always listened to me yet now, she doesn't anymore.

 She won't even let me get close to her. Has she finally started using her brains? Knowing she can't beat me? No. I am missing something. I am missing something that I can't see yet.

My hands shook as I stared at the screen once again, watching my perfect world collapse around me. 

The worst part? Jamie would see it too. He'd see me not as the poised, pure Lizzie, but as someone just as immoral and exposed as everyone else. And I hated it. I hated that Ammie had done this, that she had outplayed me.

I wanted to keep screaming, to smash more things, to make it all go away, but I couldn't. I was trapped. Trapped in the mess I had created. The jealousy that had fueled me had now turned into my own personal hell.

It's all her fault. Damn you, Ammie! I will make you pay. I swear it. I will make sure you suffer ten times more than me.

The humiliation, the fear, the anger, it all pumped together, leaving me empty and defeated.

Ammie had won this round, but this wasn't over. I would find a way to make her bleed, to make her pay for this, even if it was the last thing I ever did.