Forbidden Fruit (Travis Kelce)

Revenge

Kayla

I sat on my plush leather couch, scrolling through my Instagram feed. It was supposed to be a lazy day, but my mood soured the moment I stumbled upon Arianna's latest post. There she was, all smiles and perfectly styled hair, singing in the recording studio. The caption read, "Working on something new! What do you think? #TheBoyIsMine"

A surge of anger coursed through my veins. She stole my boyfriend and now she's bragging about it. The memories of my relationship with Travis flooded back – the laughter, the passion, and ultimately, the heartbreak. I had believed we were solid, only for Arianna to waltz in and turn everything upside down.

I slammed my phone down on the coffee table, seething. "She needs to get a taste of her own medicine," I muttered under my breath.

I've always prided myself on being composed and poised, but this situation had pushed me to my limits. I couldn't stand seeing Arianna flaunt her happiness with Travis, especially after everything I had gone through. It was time for me to take action.

Grabbing my phone again, I began to formulate a plan. I still had contacts in the media and knew a few people who owed me favors. If I could orchestrate a situation that would make Arianna look bad, it might shake the perfect facade she maintained.

My mind raced with possibilities. What if I could make it look like Travis was cheating on Arianna? It wouldn't be too hard – Travis was a public figure, always in the spotlight. A carefully staged photo, a misleading text message, and the right connections could create a scandal that would rock their relationship to its core.

A twisted sense of satisfaction washed over me as I realized I could pull this off. This would take careful planning and precision, but I was determined to see it through. Arianna had taken something precious from me, and now it was time for her to feel the same pain.

I picked up my phone and made a few calls, setting my plan into motion. The first call was to an old friend who worked at a high-end escort agency. I needed someone who could play the part convincingly, someone who could be seen with Travis and make it look genuine.

"Hey, it's Kayla. I need a favor," I said when my friend answered. "I need someone who can help me with a little... situation."

The arrangements were quickly made. The escort, a stunning woman named Jenna, was briefed on what needed to be done. I arranged for Jenna to be in the same hotel as the Chiefs during their next away game with the Patriots.

Next, I reached out to a paparazzi contact, ensuring that the photos would be taken and circulated. The seed of doubt would be planted, and the media would do the rest.

As I finalized my plan, a sense of vindication washed over me. I knew it was petty and vindictive, but I didn't care. I wanted Arianna to suffer, to feel the same betrayal and heartbreak that I had felt.

"Let's see how perfect your life is after this," I whispered to myself, a cold smile playing on my lips.

Author's note
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