All Chapters of Revenge at the Ski Club: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Zoey Robinson was the newest member of the ski club and my boyfriend's secret lover. She had the classic persona down pat—all doe-eyed innocence and flirty charm. On the day of the championship finals, Zoey switched out my skis when no one was looking. As I launched down the slope, my skis suddenly went haywire. I was flung into the air, slamming into the safety barriers at full speed. Zoey came running over, wearing a mask of concern. However, her words betrayed her true nature. “Scarlett, with you gone, no one will ever underestimate me again. Your boyfriend, your place in the club, they’ll all be mine!”She bent down, her voice dropping into a fake-sweet whisper. “Be a dear and just die for me, won’t you?”Unbearable resentment and fury burned like wildfire in my chest. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the starting line of the competition.The icy wind blew, but a strange warmth coursed through me. Looking up at the snow-capped peaks, the crash replayed in my

Aaron squinted at my phone screen for a moment before instinctively reaching for it. Coach Tucker stepped in and blocked him. Zoey, her expression tinged with curiosity, asked, “What are you doing here? Is the race over already?” I kept my tone even as I answered, “I withdrew.” Her eyes lit up with unmistakable joy before quickly masking it with feigned sympathy. “Oh, don’t feel bad. Sometimes quitting isn’t the worst thing. Honestly, Scarlett, I never thought you were cut out for this kind of competition. Look at everyone else—no issues with their skis. But yours? It’s like the universe is trying to tell you something.” Coach Tucker’s face turned a dangerous shade of red, with veins even bulging. If she weren’t a girl, I’m sure he’d have thrown a punch already. I snorted. I had no intention of tolerating her any longer and slapped her hard across the face. “You’ve got some nerve. Don’t pretend you don’t know what happened to my skis. Or should I call the police to

The moment we stepped inside, Mr. Brown immediately tore into Coach Tucker. “Who gave you permission to access the security footage? Do you realize that’s a breach of protocol? “And you, as a coach, laying hands on an athlete? This isn’t some lawless jungle! If they press charges, you could go to jail! You’re disgracing the sport. Apologize, now!” Remaining calm, I pulled out my phone and played the surveillance footage we’d copied earlier. “Speaking of law and order, Zoey deliberately sabotaged my skis, nearly causing me serious harm. That’s intentional injury. Mr. Brown, how does the committee plan to handle this?” Mr. Brown hadn’t expected such a direct challenge. His face turned an ashen gray. Aaron jabbed a finger at me, yelling, “You’re trying to pick a fight! Do you even want to stay in this competition? “I already said I told Zoey to swap the skis. And wasn’t it you who asked me to handle it in the first place?”I sneered. “Even if I did ask you to switch t

Mr. Maville’s sharp eyes quickly caught sight of the phone submerged in the fish tank. I raised an eyebrow and turned to the pitiful-looking Zoey, who stood nearby.“Pay up. That phone cost me twenty thousand.” Zoey gasped audibly, dropping her doe-eyed act in an instant. She screeched, “Are you insane? What kind of crappy phone is worth twenty grand? You’re extorting me!” Still, she didn’t forget to glance over at Mr. Brown and Mr. Maville, her eyes glistening with crocodile tears, trying to sell the image of a fragile victim suffering an injustice. Unfortunately for her, that act didn’t work on Mr. Maville. He’d seen his fair share of manipulative theatrics. “Crappy phone?” Mr. Maville said, “If I’m not mistaken, that’s the latest custom-model smartphone, isn’t it? Quite the discerning taste, Miss Zoey. Or are you suggesting that only phones worth hundreds of thousands of dollars are up to your standards?” I chuckled, throwing Zoey a mocking glance. She stiffene

In the days leading up to the meeting, Zoey had clearly gone out of her way to dig up everything she could about the preferences of the heiress from the Snowpeak Group. For once, my phone was blessedly quiet. That said, Zoey’s jealousy seemed to hit new levels. Every little thing set her off. Whenever she had an outburst, she’d hunt me down to throw some cutting remarks my way or flaunt whatever trivial success she could muster. At this point, even treating her like a digital pet was starting to feel tiresome. Finally, the day of the meeting arrived. I deliberately kept my outfit simple and casual, taking my time as I strolled over from the athletes’ dorm to the meeting venue. No one even noticed me when I walked in. I made my way straight to the guest seat and sat down. A few colleagues from the ski club recognized me and came over to kindly remind me that the seat was reserved. So, I nodded lightly and told them I was the one Zoey was supposed to interview today.