FAZER LOGINChapter 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 Thirty one: Dear SethPhoebe’s POVThe drive to school was suffocating. Seth’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were pale. I sat as far from him as the seat would allow, staring out the window, refusing to look at him. The silence between us felt heavy, like it had weight. I could still feel the anger from last night simmering under my skin.He pulled into the school parking lot and killed the engine. I reached for the door handle immediately, desperate to get away from him.“Stop,” he said, his voice low and firm.I paused, fingers still on the handle, but I didn’t turn to face him.“I have a new task for you,” he continued. “Before the end of the day, you’re going to write a sex letter about me. A filthy one. And you’re going to give it to me.”My head snapped toward him. “What?”“You heard me,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. “Write a letter about all the dirty things you think I do as a fuckboy. No holding back. And hand it to me before school end
Chapter Thirty: Who is she to you?Seth’s POVI stormed up the stairs, anger still burning hot in my chest.Phoebe had brought Conrad into my house. Into our home. After everything that happened — after I made it clear that I didn't want him around her.I pushed my bedroom door open harder than necessary. The door hit the wall with a dull thud.Sybil was sitting on the edge of my bed, legs crossed, looking far too comfortable. She smiled when she saw me, that soft, familiar smile she always used when she wanted something.“Hey,” she said quietly. “I was waiting for you.”I stopped in the middle of the room, running a hand through my hair. The anger from downstairs was still simmering under my skin.“Sybil, you need to leave.”Her smile faltered a little. She stood up slowly and walked toward me, stopping just a few steps away.“Seth, can we talk? Please.”I exhaled, already tired of this. “There’s nothing to talk about.”She took one more step closer, looking up at me with those eyes
Chapter Seventeen: Buried DeepThe house was quiet.I couldn’t sleep. The need to find that letter and end this nightmare kept eating at me. I waited until I was sure Seth was asleep, then quietly slipped out of my room and made my way to his.His door was slightly ajar, and the room was dark. I p
Chapter Sixteen— Bitch slapped “Class dismissed.” Mr Moore said, closing his books. I quickly packed my books and lab coat into my bags. I just wanted to get out of here. The foam accident had already made me the center of attention and I was tired of the Stares.I was almost at the door when Set
Chapter Fourteen— Watch and learn Seth's POV The room smelled of laundry detergent, the sound of water running echoed from the bathroom.“Is someone in there?” Tasha asked, she had her arms around my hand, clinging to me like some pest.I exhaled slowly, stepping into the room fully. “I’ll check.
Chapter Thirteen— Always a fuckboy Phoebe's POVSeth slept soundly beside me. I couldn't stop staring at the tattoos covering his back. They were beautiful; intricate designs of roses, skulls and dark patterns that somehow suited him perfectly. Curiosity got the better of me, I slowly reached ou







