Chapter 52: Sid Met the Scandalous President Again... Is He Flirting With Morgana?!

The man stumbled back, staring at Sid with wide eyes. Recognition flared instantly, disbelief warping into rage. His lips twisted into a bitter sneer as he ripped off the cap and mask that had concealed part of his face.

Sid’s stomach dropped. The man smirked, voice dripping with venom.

"I know that face. The face that ruined everything. The punk who humiliated me in front of the entire school."

Sid’s eyes narrowed, but his gut told him the truth before the words came. The man spread his arms wide, mocking, revealing himself fully under the streetlight.

"That’s right. It’s me. Your dear old student council president. And thanks to you, Sid Wilder... my life turned to shit."

Big D’s camera trembled in his hands.

"Holy... shit."

Sid’s mind raced as the man’s words sank in. Big D’s warning from before came back to him— the news that the president had been seen tailing Morgana around her masteral campus. He clenched his fists, forcing down the mix of anger and disgust boiling inside him. His eyes locked on the president, his voice sharp and steady.

"Why are you following her? Why can’t you just leave her alone? She doesn’t belong to you, and she never did."

The president let out a low, bitter laugh, his face twisted with obsession.

"You think you know anything, Sid? She was mine long before you stepped in. Morgana was my doll. I could use her whenever I pleased. But then you— you ruined everything. Because of you, the school started watching me. I couldn’t pull my strings anymore. I couldn’t even get close to other girls, not even the so-called witch. You broke my fun. You made my life a prison. Do you know what that feels like, Sid? To be caged because of some trash like you?"

Sid stepped forward, his shoulders squared, voice calm but cutting.

"You want to blame me for your own filth? You think your suffering means something after everything you did? You’re not caged because of me. You’re caged because you couldn’t control yourself. Because you preyed on people weaker than you. And now you’re standing here, begging like a dog for the same girl you once broke. Pathetic."

The president’s face twitched, fury and desperation warring inside him. He suddenly shifted his gaze toward Morgana, his voice softening into something disturbing.

"Morgana... look at you now. Your body, your aura, everything about you has changed. You shine in a way you never did before. Come back to me. Be mine again. We could have it all— pleasure, freedom, life as it should be. Don’t waste yourself on men like him. You were made to be my doll."

Morgana didn’t flinch. She didn’t shrink back like she once would have. Instead, she stepped closer behind Sid, her voice clear and firm.

"I am not the girl you used to play with. I am not a doll for you to break whenever you want. You can’t call me yours because I was never yours in the first place. I will never go back to that life!"

Sid glanced back at her briefly, enough to see the strength in her eyes, before turning back to the president with fire in his own.

"You heard her. She’s not yours. She never was. And the only thing you’re getting tonight is a reminder of why you should have stayed away."

The president’s face twisted as if Morgana’s words had cut him deeper. His jaw clenched, his hand twitching at his side, but his eyes stayed locked on her with a sick hunger. He leaned forward slightly, his voice rising into something harsher, louder, more unhinged.

"You think you’ve grown stronger, Morgana? You think hiding behind him makes you free? No! You’ll always be mine. I carved you into who you are! Without me, you’d still be that frail little nobody, hiding in shadows and crying when people called you a witch."

The president’s eyes gleamed with a twisted possessiveness as he continued, his voice dripping with venom and desire.

"You think you understand what it means to be free, Morgana? You’re just a puppet dancing on strings, and I’m the one pulling them. That’s all you’ve ever been."

He took a step closer, his gaze raking over her body like a physical touch.

"Remember how it used to be, doll? How you’d lie there, so still and silent while I had my way with you? Your father’s fists couldn’t hurt you like my words do now. But oh, how you loved it when I fucked you senseless, didn’t you?"

A cruel smile twisted his lips as he recalled the memories.

"I’d grab your hips so hard I’d leave bruises, and you’d moan like it was the sweetest pleasure. Your tight little cunt would squeeze me so perfectly, milking my cock for every drop!"

The remark lit a fuse in Sid. He lashed out, his fist flying toward the president’s face, but Morgana grabbed his arm and held him back. The president laughed—a mad, high laugh—then turned his sneer on Sid.

"Come on, punch me again! That’s what you’re good at... violence! Just like her father! BWAHAHA! You took her away, ruined me, made me a ghost in my own school. Every day I rotted, every night I burned. Do you know what it feels like to want and never have? You stole that from me, Sid. And I’ll make sure you regret it."

Sid didn’t move an inch. His fist still hanging in beside the president face.

"You don’t get it, do you? You didn’t make Morgana strong. You broke her down until she had no choice but to build herself back up again. And now she’s standing here, stronger than ever, without you. That’s not your doing. That’s hers."

He stepped forward, his fists tightening.

"And as for me... I’d rather suffer a hundred times over than let a bastard like you lay a hand on her again. This isn’t mindless violence— this is for discipline, for people like you: nepo babies and narcissists."

Sid swung his other fist and connected. The president staggered as Sid’s knuckles found his jaw again. Big D’s phone stayed raised, recording everything.

"Holy hell! This is it, everyone... Parkour star floors the president... Round Two!"