LOGINChapter Thirty-eight: Locker room rage Seth’s POVI stood by the bleachers, arms crossed, watching the whole ridiculous setup with zero interest. The “Never Kiss and Tell” event was in full swing, and the hall was loud with excitement. I had no plans to participate. None.Then my guys spotted me.“Astor! Come on, man!” Marcus laughed, grabbing my arm. Two others joined him and dragged me toward the line of guys despite my protests.“Fuck off, I’m not doing this,” I muttered, but they didn’t listen. They pushed me into place with the others, grinning like idiots.I stayed at the edge, scanning the crowd. My eyes found Phoebe almost immediately. She looked nervous, picking at her fingers the way she always did when she was anxious. My chest tightened without permission.It was her turn. They tied the blindfold over her eyes. My jaw clenched as they shuffled the guys around. She started walking slowly, hands slightly outstretched. She passed Conrad. I saw her hesitate near him… then sh
Chapter Thirty Six: Blindfolded Phoebe’s POV I stood by Mom’s bedside, watching her swallow the iron supplements with a glass of water. The doctor had left clear instructions, and I wasn’t taking any chances. “Mom, please take your drugs on time, okay? And eat more protein like the doctor said,” I reminded her gently, adjusting the pillow behind her back. “If you feel dizzy again, tell the servants immediately.” One of the maids nodded from the corner of the room. “I’ll watch her closely, ma’am Phoebe.” Seth leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking impatient. He rolled his eyes. “Your mom is going to be fine, Phoebe. We’re going to be late for school.” I sighed, giving Mom one last hug. “I have to go. Call me if anything happens.” She smiled tiredly and kissed my forehead. “I’ll be okay, my love. Go and focus on school.” I followed Seth out of the room, my bag slung over my shoulder. The drive to school was quiet at first. I stared out the window, my mind still on
Chapter Thirty Five: Hidden AgendaPhoebe's POVmy heart kept racing as I watched the doctor examine mom. She was alright physically—no cuts or sprains, but I had a feeling something was off, I just couldn't understand what it was. Her smile was flat like she was forcing it to convince everyone that she was alright.My patience finally snapped and I spoke up. “Is mom alright doctor?”The doctor dropped his stethoscope, turning to me gently. “Yes. She just felt dizzy because she has iron deficiency. She just needs to eat more proteins.” I exhaled in relief. “Oh.. okay doctor, thank you.”Mom shifted in the bed, leaning out gently. “I told you I was fine Fifi, you don't have to worry too much.”I sat beside her, taking her hand gently in mine. “You’re my mom, I have to worry about you.”She let out a soft smile, parting my hair. “Thats why I love you.”The doctor stood up and picked up his briefcase. “I'll take my leave now. If you need anything else, you have my number, right Mr As
Chapter Thirty four : Scars exposed Phoebe’s POVThe nurse at the school clinic was gentle as she examined Seth’s shoulder. I stood by the door, arms wrapped around myself, watching everything. My heart was still beating too fast from the moment I saw him fall on the field.“It’s just a minor strain,” the nurse said finally, wrapping a bandage around his shoulder. “I’ll give you some painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs. Rest it as much as possible for the next few days. No heavy training.”Seth nodded, his face tight with pain but trying to act like it was nothing.I stepped closer once the nurse left the room. “How is it?”He looked up at me and gave a small, tired smirk. “I’ll live, kitty cat.”I didn’t smile back. The words came out before I could stop them. “Why were you worried about me?” he asked quietly. “Didn’t you hate me?”I looked away, shifting on my feet. “I was just passing by. And just because I hate you doesn’t mean I’m heartless.”Seth stared at me for a long mom
Chapter Thirty Three: Taking sides.Phoebe’s POVMorning light filtered through my curtains, soft and golden. I sat at my small desk, staring at a fresh sheet of paper. The new letter for Seth. My pen hovered over the page, but the words wouldn’t come easily. I kept thinking about the way he had touched me, the way my body had reacted even though I hated it. I couldn’t write something like that again.I reached for the crumpled paper I had thrown aside earlier. The old letter. I smoothed it out on the desk and read it again.My cheeks burned as the words stared back at me. It was too raw, too honest, too dangerous for him to read. There was no way I could give him this.I crumpled it again, walked to the window, and threw it out. The paper disappeared into the bushes below. I sat back down and started over. This time, I kept it normal. Controlled. Just enough to satisfy the task without giving him more ammunition. I wrote about his hands, his voice, the way he looked at me when he was
Chapter Thirty two: Dream and Reality. Phoebe’s POV“Seth…” I whispered, my voice breathy and desperate.His fingers were moving inside me, slow and deep, curling just right. The pleasure was building so fast I could barely think. I was on the edge, trembling, my hips rolling against his hand.“Why did you stop?” I moaned, my eyes half-closed. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”“Phoebe.”His voice sounded different. Closer. Real.“Phoebe.”I gasped sharply and jolted awake.My eyes flew open. I was still in the library, slumped over the table. The paper with the half-written letter was in front of me. My heart was racing, my face burning hot.Seth was sitting right beside me, leaning forward with a curious look on his face.My stomach dropped.He had heard me.I sat up quickly, trying to steady my breathing. My thighs were pressed tightly together under the table. I could still feel the ghost of the dream — the heat, the ache, the way his fingers had felt.Seth’s eyes stayed on me. “Wh
Chapter Twenty Three: Wolf in sheep's clothing Phoebe's POV I woke up slowly, feeling warm. Too warm.My eyes fluttered open. The first thing I noticed was the weight of an arm draped over my waist. Heavy and solid. Familiar in a way that made my stomach drop.I froze, my lips parted as I glance
Chapter Twenty two: Peace for tonight Seth’s POVI pushed through the crowd, eyes locked on Phoebe. She was weaving between people, clearly looking for Conrad. Her steps were unsteady, that damn red dress riding up with every movement.“Phoebe!” I called out, voice cutting through the music. “Phoe
Chapter Twenty one: Tipsy Rebellion Phoebe's POV The final bell rang, and I was packing my books when Conrad appeared beside my locker.“Hey,” he said with that easy smile. He was holding a small white box tied with a silver ribbon. “I got you something for tonight.”I blinked, surprised. “For me
Chapter Twenty: Closer to Conrad Phoebe's POV Conrad drove us to a small, quiet café just outside the school area. It was one of those cozy places with soft lighting and barely any students from our school. I was grateful for that.We sat at a corner table near the window. He ordered coffee for b







