Lahat ng Kabanata ng Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Monday morning arrived faster than I expected. I spent the weekend mentally preparing, telling myself over and over that I was more than ready to face Ethan King again. After all, I’d walked out of his office on Friday with the upper hand—something I’d been waiting years to have. Now, it was time to follow through. I stepped out of the cab in front of King Enterprises, the sun casting a golden glow on the towering glass structure. The building seemed even more intimidating than before, but I wasn’t going to let it rattle me. Not today. I walked through the grand lobby, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floors echoing in the vast space. I could feel the eyes of the other employees as they passed by, but I didn’t falter. I kept my head high and made my way to the elevator, determined to make my presence known without saying a word. As I waited for the elevator, the soft chime signaling its arrival, I couldn’t help but think of what Ethan must be feeling now. He’d trie

Ethan’s lips crashed into mine, catching me off guard. His kiss was urgent, heated, and filled with a force that made my head spin. I didn’t pull away—instead, I let myself sink into it, my body responding to his touch as his hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me even closer. The taste of vodka and wine lingered on his lips, mixing with the electric sensation of the kiss. I grasped the front of his shirt, pulling him toward me as his other hand found its way to my waist, fingers pressing firmly against my skin. His kiss deepened, and I felt the intensity of his hunger, the way he seemed to pour everything into that moment. My body pressed against his, and for a brief second, I forgot everything—where we were, how much I’d had to drink, and the burning tension that had existed between us for so long. His lips left mine and trailed down to my neck, sending shivers through me. He grazed the skin just below my ear, and I gasped, my body reacting involuntarily to the sensation. His

“Fucking dumb ass, piece of shit loser” I cussed under my breath as I hurried down the stairs.I wasn’t afraid of my new roommate but he had done enough to send a chill down my spine and I will never forgive him for it.I stopped briefly at the large mirror in the sitting room to admire my reflection, my hair was tied up in a messy bun and the light blue dress I had snagged from my closet clung perfectly to my body.Bloody outrageous! I would never be dressed up just to eat dinner at home, but here I was, looking like a washed up bimbo, just because a man had threatened me.“Can you please stop flirting with your reflection. The food is almost ice cold” my roommate’s voice sounded from dining area.“Fuck” I cussed out loud. How did I not realize the mirror was large enough for him to see me from the dinner table?All these time, he had been watching me fix my messy hair and try to fix my overly padded bra. I wish I could gouge his eyes out. But wishes were hopeless, if I hurt a hair o

The suitcase’s wheels thudded softly against each stair as I descended, my bag weighing down one shoulder while my heart weighed down the other. I felt... numb. Maybe it was the exhaustion of crying myself dry the night before or the sting of Ethan’s mother’s words echoing in my mind. Maybe it was the fact that I was leaving behind this mess I should never have stepped into in the first place. The hum of the idling Uber engine outside reached my ears. My ticket out of this ridiculous situation was just steps away. Freedom, peace, and a chance to pretend none of this ever happened—it was all waiting on the other side of that door. I reached for the knob, my fingers gripping it tightly, and twisted. The door didn’t move. I frowned, twisting it again. Harder. It didn’t budge.I checked the kitchen and back doors, they were all locked. “What the hell?” I muttered, leaning my weight against it in frustration.The door that led to the garage was my last hope and I ran to it with all th

The sound of the front door opening caught me mid-thought. My eyes darted toward it as sharp voices echoed down the hall, growing louder with each step. A chill ran down my spine, a sense of unease settling in my chest. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I glanced at Ethan, who sat casually across from me, his expression unreadable. But the slight tightening of his jaw told me he wasn’t thrilled about whoever had just walked in. Eleanor stood in the living room, her eyes focused on her phone as she muttered to herself. She was neatly dressed in a tight pant suit and her hair was styled in soft waves that framed her face."Be quick, darling. I don't have all day" she yelled at someone who was at the door.My face immediately fell when I saw whom she was speaking to.Samantha walked in, dragging a large designer suitcase that I was certain cost more than my rent.She stood beside Eleanor and they conversed in hushed tones.We hurried downstairs and Ethan looked as pale as a ghost. “Ethan,” E