All Chapters of Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~MADISON~ "Nothing, never mind," he said coldly. I knew something was wrong,I felt it the moment his body went stiff, his fingers stilling against my skin. The air shifted. The heat between us vanished like someone had flipped a switch. I frowned. "Ethan?" He looked away, distraught like he had done something bad. His jaw clenched, his eyes dark and unreadable. Then, without a word, he pulled my skirt down, smoothed it over my thighs like nothing had just happened between us and stepped back. My heart dropped. "Ethan—" He turned and walked out of the bathroom. Just like that. I sat there, legs still parted, breath uneven, skin flushed and tingling from where his hands had been. My head spun. What the hell just happened? Frustration bubbled up inside me. He wanted me. I knew he wanted me. So why did he stop? I jumped off the sink, yanked my panties back into place, and stormed out after him. I walked out of the bathroom to find Mrs. King standing in front of

The cool Paris air brushed against my skin as we stepped out of the restaurant. I was still in a daze from everything that had happened, the proposal and the way Ethan had looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.I clutched his arm as we walked toward the car but instead of heading straight to the hotel, Ethan asked the driver to make a quick stop.“I want to show you something,” he said, his voice low and mysterious.I raised a brow. “What is it?”“You’ll see.”With that, he led me through the cobbled streets, past glowing streetlamps and small cafés where people still lingered over glasses of wine and tea. The night felt alive, buzzing with laughter, music and the scent of fresh pastries from the local bakeries.After a few minutes of walking, the street opened up into a bustling night market. Rows of vendors lined the sidewalks, their stalls glowing under the warm light of hanging lanterns. The air was thick with the scent of spices, grilled meats, and something sweet I

I had spent the last two days avoiding Ethan like the plague he was.After what happened that night, the way I given myself to him so easily, only to wake up and see Samantha’s messages.I couldn’t look him in the eye.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the texts and Samantha's bare boobs starring back at me in those photos.It was stupid to feel betrayed. Ethan and I weren’t together. Not really. But it didn’t stop the ache in my chest, the humiliation of letting myself believe that night had meant something to him as much as it did to me.I did not want to confront him, it was no use.Avoiding him seemed like the best option. I left the room early, skipped breakfast and barely spoke a word to him when he came back in the evenings. If he noticed my sudden coldness, he didn’t say anything. He just kept his distance too, as if he had no problem giving me space.That only made it worse.I needed a distraction. Something to take my mind off the mess I had gotten myself into.The art ga

~ETHAN~The hotel room was oddly silent.The second I stepped inside our room, something felt completely wrong.At first, I couldn’t put my finger on it. The curtains were drawn, the bed was made, and the air smelled faintly of Maddy's perfume.But something was missing.I turned towards the closet, my eyes scanning the entire room.My stomach dropped as soon as I spotted the half opened closed.I walked over and yanked it open fully.It was completely empty.Madison's stuff was all gone. There was no sign that Madison had ever been here.Panic surged through my veins.I spun around, checking the nightstand. Her laptop and suitcases were all gone. At the edge of the wardrobe, she left everything I had gotten her, including her ring.She was gone.I grabbed my phone and dialed her number, pacing the length of the room as the call rang over and over again before going to voicemail.I cursed under my breath and tried again.Still no response.My pulse pounded in my ears as I stormed into

~ETHAN~The walls were closing in.I had always prided myself on control—control over my emotions, my life, my choices. But this? This was a nightmare.Samantha had finally found a way to trap me.She blamed me for her accident. She made me feel responsible. And now, I was stuck playing her doting caretaker, suffocating under the weight of her many expectations.I barely slept. I barely breathed.And Madison?She was gone.The thought of her haunted me every second.Where was she? Was she safe? Did she think I had abandoned her?I clenched my jaw as I drove home, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white.I had spent the whole day drowning in work, dodging phone calls, pretending I was fine. But I wasn’t.The moment I stepped into the house, Samantha’s shrill voice sliced through my thoughts like a blade.“Ethan, you’re late.”“I had a meeting,” I responded, avoiding her gaze.She sighed dramatically from her wheelchair. “You always have a meeting.”I ignored her