Fake Mate Beta Rises to Alpha Heiress (Natalie) novel Chapter 39

**Chapter 39: Bet**

**Natalie’s POV:**

The moment his words left his lips, the last flicker of admiration that my classmates held for the so-called “campus belle and academic star” evaporated into thin air, replaced by an unmistakable wave of disgust. It was astonishing how quickly the tide turned; attempting to elevate oneself through such easily debunked lies was nothing short of pathetic.

As I stood there, surrounded by a chorus of mocking laughter and disdainful glances, my gaze locked onto Rebecca’s challenging stare. I couldn’t help but smile as I enunciated each word with deliberate clarity.

“Yep, you nailed it. I’m the sole heiress of the Scott family, inheriting hundreds of billions of dollars and the Alpha bloodline of the Moon-Shadowed Pack.”

My calm proclamation detonated like a bomb in the room. The scoffs and whispers crescendoed into a cacophony of disbelief and derision.

Alice, sensing the awkward tension that hung in the air like a thick fog, gently tugged at my sleeve. Her voice was soft, almost pleading. “Natalie, come on. Let’s just go,” she murmured, clearly thinking I was merely trying to salvage my dignity.

“Go? You think you can just walk away from this?” Rebecca scoffed, her tone dripping with mockery. “Since you’ve got the guts to spout such nonsense, you better be ready to back it up! Let’s see who’s really full of it.”

With a flourish, she whipped out her phone, her fingers dancing over the screen with a confidence that was almost comical.

“Watch this. I’m going to call the real Scott family heiress and let her tell you herself if she knows you, Natalie,” she declared, her chin tilted defiantly upwards, looking down at me as if I were a mere insect beneath her boot. “If you’re lying, you’ll drink every drop of booze here and apologize to me.”

In that moment, her true colors as a bully, someone who wielded her power like a weapon, were laid bare for everyone to see.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I shot back, “Sure! But what if you’re the one lying? What if the ‘heiress’ you know is nothing but a fraud?”

Rebecca faltered for a split second, her bravado wavering. Then she snapped back, “Well, what do you suggest?”

With a cool demeanor, I replied, “You’ll record an apology video and post it in all the alumni groups. Admit you’ve been jealous of me for ages, can’t get over it, and promise to shape up and learn from me.”

The air crackled with tension, the humiliation palpable. I could see Rebecca’s face drain of color, her scent shifting to one of resistance and shame. But she was cornered now, unable to back down with everyone watching, and deep down, I sensed she believed I was merely bluffing.

“Fine! I’m in,” she hissed, her voice low and filled with frustration.

I offered her a mock-polite gesture, a smile playing on my lips. “Be my guest.”

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