All Chapters of Bullied By The Ruthless Alpha Devils: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

72 HOURS BEFORE JUNIOR YEAR GRADUATION TAIDEI sat in the backseat of Caeson’s car, my leg bouncing up and down as I stared out the window. I was nervous—so fucking nervous that I could feel it in my chest, pressing down like a weight. I hated this. Hated the fact that we were going back to the palace so soon after leaving. I hadn’t even wanted to come back the first time. Seeing our father once a year already felt like too much, but twice in less than two weeks? It was pushing me past my limits.I took a slow breath and pressed my knuckles into my thigh, trying to steady myself. The only reason we were here again had to be because of Madeline. That was the only thing that made sense. After everything that happened—after we walked in on her fighting with Sean, after the chaos that followed—I knew it was only a matter of time before our father found out. That had to be why he summoned us. There was no other explanation.My hand clenched into a fist on my lap.I could still see that

“Reigh, Taide… have a seat.”I could feel the anxiety creeping up on me, twisting my gut, but i stepped forward anyway and did as he said. Father shifted, leaning back in his chair. He raised his hand like he was about to say something, then turned to Bernard.“What should I call it, Bernard?” he asked.Bernard’s voice was gruff. “An incentive,” he replied.Father smiled. “That’s it, isn’t it?” His gaze snapped between Reigh and me, as if savoring the moment. “An incentive.”“What do you want?” I asked, my tone biting, not able to hide the growing anger.Father’s grin didn’t fade. “Taide Soloh,” he said, almost fondly. “You have your quirks about you. Too bad you’re just not that smart.”I shook my head. “That’s what your big meeting is for? A whole summons just to ream us out? You could have saved us the trouble and done it over the phone.”“Oh.” He mused, “You’re going to want to see this in persI watched as Bernard moved to open the drawer, his actions slow and deliberate. He pull

I left the bar just before dawn, my feet dragging as I hailed a cab. The driver didn’t say anything when I slid into the backseat, but I saw his eyes flicker toward me in the rearview mirror. He recognized me, and I hated that. I hated that people knew me, knew who I was. “Prince Soloh,” he stammered, his voice a little too nervous. “It’s an honor. Where to, sir?” I barely acknowledged him, just muttering the address to the cemetery before I stared out the window. The road blurred as the cab rolled forward, and I let the world slip away. When we finally arrived, I paid the driver and stepped out, the air cool and heavy as I walked up the path toward my mother’s grave. The cemetery was quiet, peaceful, almost serene. But there was nothing peaceful about how I felt. I reached my mother’s tombstone and stopped, my breath catching in my throat as I looked at the name carved into the stone. Mom. Her name. It had been so long, and yet it felt like she was still here, still with me in

At first, she texted me every day. Then, as weeks passed, the messages became less frequent, less ecstatic. I knew she and Sean had been working through their issues, but based on some of her recent updates—the ones I still hadn’t replied to—they had hit a wall. They had broken up. Madeline thought

CHARLOTTE The reality of the situation hit me with frightening clarity. Madeline was dying. I moved before I could think, panic exploding through my chest as I ran forward and fell to my knees beside her. My hands hovered uselessly, trembling as I tried to find something, anything, to hold o