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Chapter Twenty Three - Emily’s POV
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The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Twenty Five - Emily POV
I never went back to Westbridge. Not after that afternoon.Not after standing behind the greenhouse and listening to the boy I loved discuss the bet that had started everything.The memories still haunted me. Every word. Every laugh. Every second. Especially Aiden's silence. God. That silence. I had stood there waiting. Praying. Begging. For him to tell them they were lying. For him to say the bet had never happened. For him to defend us.Instead, all I'd heard was:"Drop it."Not that's not true. Not leave her out of this. Not you're wrong. Just...Drop it.As if our relationship was an embarrassing topic. As if I was an uncomfortable conversation he wanted to avoid.The memory made my chest ache. I blinked away the tears threatening to form and focused on folding another sweater into the open suitcase on my bed. My room looks different now. Empty. Boxes lined the walls. Drawers stood open. The life I'd built here was disappearing piece by piece. Tomorrow morning, I will leave Londo
The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Twenty- Four Aiden’s POV
I knew something was wrong the moment I stepped into the greenhouse.Emily wasn’t there.The rain hammered against the cracked glass roof, but the usual warmth I felt when waiting for her was gone. I checked my phone again. No new messages. The last one I’d sent her, On my way sat unread.I waited twenty minutes, pacing the damp wooden floor, heart already twisting with unease. She had been so happy last night. After we’d finally been together, after she had trusted me with her body and her heart, she had kissed me goodbye with soft eyes and whispered that she couldn’t wait to see me today.So where was she?I pulled out my phone and called her. Straight to voicemail.“Emily, it’s me. I’m at the greenhouse. Are you okay? Call me back.”I tried again. And again. Each time it went to voicemail.Panic started creeping in.I left the greenhouse and ran through the rain toward the main campus, hoping maybe she’d gone to the library instead. But our table was empty. Her usual spot by the w
The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Twenty Three - Emily’s POV
The rain had eased into a gentle mist by the time we reached Aiden’s mansion. His parents were away again, Milan and Tokyo this time and the huge house felt even more empty than usual. I had hesitated when he asked me to come over after our greenhouse kiss, but something in me had finally given in.I was tired of fighting what I felt.We barely made it through the front door before he pulled me close. This time, there was no careful distance. No hesitation. His hands framed my face as he kissed me deeply, desperately, like he’d been starving for this moment for weeks.“Emily…” he breathed against my lips, voice rough. “Tell me if you want to stop. Anytime.”“I don’t want to stop,” I whispered, my fingers curling into his shirt. “Not tonight.”He led me upstairs to his bedroom, never breaking the kiss for long. The room was massive, but I barely noticed the luxury. All I saw was him, the way his hands trembled slightly as he helped me out of my damp hoodie, the reverence in his eyes as
The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Twenty-Two Aiden’s POV
The rain had stopped, but the air still carried that fresh, clean scent as we left the greenhouse. Emily’s hand was warm in mine, fingers loosely intertwined like she was still deciding how much she wanted to hold on. After our first real kiss, everything felt different, lighter, but also more fragile.“I should get you home,” I said quietly, not wanting the night to end. “It’s getting late.”She nodded, but didn’t let go of my hand. “My bus should be coming soon.”I hesitated, then squeezed her fingers gently. “Let me drive you. No big deal. I just… I don’t want you waiting alone in the dark.”Emily looked up at me, searching my face. For a moment I thought she’d say no, her usual careful instinct kicking in. But something in her eyes softened.“Okay,” she whispered. “But just to the corner near my building. My parents…”“I know,” I said quickly. “I won’t make it complicated.”The drive was quiet but comfortable. Emily gave me directions, her voice soft as the city lights passed by.
The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Twenty-One Emily’s POV
The greenhouse had become our place again.Not every day, but when the weight of the world felt too heavy, when my parents’ packing boxes appeared in the living room or when the fear of leaving became too loud, we found our way back here. Tonight was one of those nights.Rain pattered softly against the cracked glass roof. The air smelled of wet earth and wild jasmine. Dim moonlight filtered through the vines, casting silver patterns across the old wooden bench where we sat.Aiden was quieter than usual. He sat close tonight, closer than he had in weeks, our shoulders brushing. The careful distance we had maintained was slowly dissolving, moment by moment.“I told my parents I want to stay until the end of the year,” I said softly, staring at my hands. “They didn’t say yes… but they didn’t say no either.”Aiden turned toward me. “That’s something.”“It feels like everything is slipping away,” I whispered. “The scholarship. My plans. This… whatever this is between us.”He was silent fo
The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Twenty - Emily’s POV
I was losing the battle against myself.It had been three days since our quiet afternoon at the park, and Aiden’s words kept replaying in my mind like a song I couldn’t turn off.“You make me want to be better… You’re the first person who’s ever made this empty house feel less like a tomb.”I sat cross-legged on my bed, textbooks spread around me, but I hadn’t read a single page in over an hour. The small lamp on my nightstand cast a warm glow over the room, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside my chest.I missed him.Not just the conversations or the way he looked at me. I missed the feeling of being around him, that strange mix of safety and danger, comfort and butterflies. Even when we were sitting in silence in the library, the air felt charged. Alive.Sophie’s warning echoed in my head again: “Be careful. Guys like him don’t change.”But he was changing. I had seen it with my own eyes. The way he defended Leo in the hallway. The way he respected my request for space even t
The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Nineteen - Aiden’s POV
I couldn’t keep lying to myself anymore.The bet had started as a stupid, drunken challenge by the pool. A way to fight boredom. A way to prove I could still get whatever I wanted. But now, weeks later, it felt like a chain around my neck, tighter every time Emily smiled at me, every time she trust
The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Eighteen - Emily’s POV
I told myself it was just one time.One innocent hangout. Nothing romantic. Nothing that would make my parents’ warnings echo louder in my head. Just two people who needed to talk somewhere other than the library, where the walls felt like they were closing in with every stolen glance.That’s what
The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Seventeen - Aiden’s POV
The library felt colder when she wasn’t sitting directly across from me.I’d kept my promise. For five days now, I sat three tables away close enough to see her, far enough to give her the space she’d asked for. I buried myself in textbooks I didn’t care about, stealing glances when I thought she w
The Bad Boy’s Bet Chapter Sixteen - Emily’s POV
The days blurred together in a strange, aching rhythm.I had asked for space, and Aiden was giving it to me exactly as I’d requested. He still came to the library some afternoons, but he sat three tables away, head down in his books, occasionally glancing up with those stormy gray eyes that made m
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