Ruining my Billionaire High School Bully のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

~ETHAN ~“Samantha!!”I held up the tablet, my jaw clenched so tight I thought my teeth might crack.She immediately went pale, but it lasted only a second before her expression smoothed into one of practiced innocence.“What’s that?” she asked, reaching for the tablet. I pressed play and forced the tablet into her hands.Her breath hitched and her usual calm facade faltered.She was panicking.“Care to explain?” I asked, my voice dangerously calm despite the anger bubbling beneath the surface.She let out a short, nervous laugh. “Ethan, I—”“Don’t,” I cut her off immediately, my patience wearing thin. “Don’t you dare try to spin this. You lied to me.”Her eyes flared with anger, desperation and guilt. “You owe me, Ethan!” she shot back. “After everything we’ve been through—”“I don’t owe you shit,” I snarled, stepping closer. “I gave up everything to take care of you, thinking you were hurt. Thinking you needed me. But the whole time, you were faking it?”She crossed her arms, lift

I had promised myself never to leave this room again.After the terrifying encounter on the streets, my mind had been a mess of paranoia and fear. Every shadow outside my window felt like a threat. Every knock on my hotel door made my skin crawl.How long could I possibly live like this?Returning back home wasn't an option, I was having way too much peace of mind. Staying here on the other hand was scary, the man that had harassed me was never caught.What are the odds that he won't come back for revenge. My plan to hide away from the world was working well until I got an email from Mrs Cheng, my supervisor at the office.“Miss Taylor, your presence is required for a Zoom meeting tomorrow morning,” my supervisors email read. “Please dress appropriately.”Panic settled deep in my chest. I had been working in nothing but oversized shirts and sweatpants for weeks. I left most of my fancy dresses at my first hotel and the ones I had left weren't appropriate for work.I tore through my s

The city lights blurred past as I watched from the backseat of my cab, my fingers trembling against the cool glass. I didn’t know if I was running away or just running, but either way, I was done with Ethan King. Done with his threats, done with his lies, done with the fucked up circus he called a life.I clutched my small bag tighter and gave the driver the address of a new hotel I’d found online, one buried in the middle of the city’s chaos where no one would think to look for me. Somewhere I could disappear and lay low till I figured out my next plan.It was past midnight when we arrived at the hotel. The streets were quiet except for the occasional buzz of a neon sign or the hum of a motorcycle speeding by. The hotel stood tall and elegant, its windows gleaming with beautifully decorated iron frames that protected the privacy of guests. I walked in, trying to look normal, even though my nerves were screaming.The receptionist barely looked up. “Room for one?”“Yes,” I breathed. “S

"This next time your whore breathes near me, I'll have her locked up for life," Eleanor threatened as she nursed her bruised cheek.It felt great to finally stand up to her, but a part of me wished that I didn't. It felt like everyone was against me and I had done the unthinkable.While they all tried to pacify her, I slipped out and headed to the garden.I needed air, I needed to think."I thought you'd be celebrating your victory?" A smooth male voice sounded behind me.I turned around to find Harry approaching the garden bench where I was seated.He had two wine glasses in his left hand and a bottle of unopened wine in the other."It's not much of a victory if your heart feels heavy afterwards," I sighed heavily.Harry shrugged and began filling up both glasses."I'm sorry I hit your mum," I whispered under my breath."I kind of acted without thinking."Harry chuckled,"You should do that more often."I was taken aback by his statement. He wanted me to hit his mum more often? "I m

These people were beyond evil!There was no bank, no loan, nothing. Eleanor with Samantha’s help, had stolen her child's home. Ethan deserved none of this. How could she be so conniving and cruel?"Get out of here, you nosy bitch," she yelled as she tried to push me out."This house belongs to my husband!" I snapped. "You have no right to be here or even touch our furniture."Samantha walked in and as soon as she saw me, she turned to leave."I know you were the one who stole it, Samantha," I yelled after her and she froze in her tracks.Eleanor walked briskly to me and pulled me outside, her long manicured nails digging into my arm."Must I always remind you of your place?" She sneered angrily."You are not Ethan’s wife and you will never have a place in this family."With that, she slammed the large front doors in my face and walked back to the kitchen.My heart dropped. Not because of her outright disapproval of me, but as to what lengths she was willing to go to make sure I and E