Todos los capítulos de Hated By The Bully King: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

CoraAfter completing my homework on Sunday afternoon, I sit on my bed with my phone and video chat my parents. I haven't spoken to them in forever.Dad answers the call, dressed in an apron, his whole face and body covered in flour. "Dad?" I ask. "What happened to you?""Cora! Hello, sweetheart! Lori! Cora's on the phone."A few seconds later, Mom sticks her head in the screen, she, too, covered in head to toe with flour. "Mom, are you trying to see how you'll look when you're eighty?" I laugh. "Your hair is all white.""You can blame your father for that." She frowns at him.But he just nuzzles his nose with hers, eliciting giggles from her. Then she pushes him away. "Stop, Marcus. Cora's watching.""Seriously, did an angry mob of flour zombies attack the house?"Dad chuckles. "You know our neighbor Mrs. Norris is marrying off her daughter next weekend? She asked your mother to bake the wedding cake.""I've never baked a wedding cake before!" Mom says. "I decided to practice today a

CoraI'm distracted the whole week with homework. Midterms and final projects are coming up, so it's an understatement to say I'm swamped. It's a good thing I'm distracted, so I don't have to think about the Princes. Alessandro's still standoffish, Ethan spends a lot of his time locked in his room and Colt...well, let's just say Colt likes to have fun with his girls. But he at least texts me. I hardly hear from the other two.I'm almost sad when the weekend arrives. Almost. Because I know I'll have to face Alessandro and Ethan. It's kind of become routine for the four of us to meet in the Princes' private game room. I wish things were back to normal.Knowing my phone will blow up with texts from Colt if I don't show up, I make my way over there. Colt jumps to his feet. "Finally, she's here! Let's go.""Where are we going?" I ask."Bowling."I look from one guy to the next. Colt seems excited, Ethan looks distracted, and Alessandro...well, I have no idea what the hell he's thinking. I

ColtI knock on Alessandro's door. Takes about forty seconds for him to get his lazy ass up to let me in.He looks surprised to see me. "What do you want?"I stride past him and study the area. His laptop is on his bed, paused on a business documentary. I turn around to face him. "This is the important place you had to be? Locked in your room watching TV?"With a scowl, Alessandro sweeps the laptop off the bed and stashes it on the desk."You ditched us," I say.He doesn't respond, just stares at the paused video. I march over to him. "What the hell is wrong with you?"He glares at me. "Nothing's wrong with me.""Then why the hell are you treating Cora like shit?"His eyes flash. "I'm not."I slam my arms across my chest. "Then why was she crying half an hour ago?"His face falls. "She was crying?""But what the fuck do you care?"His hands fist. "I do care.""She put herself in danger rescuing you from that shithole Baryard. She was the one who would have been in deep shit if we got

CoraI lie back in bed, a million different scenarios playing in my head. Is this maybe...a date? I know it wasn't the most romantic way to ask someone out, but I've already established that Alessandro is a very difficult person to deal with. Maybe he's nervous about the whole thing. Though he didn't seem nervous. But you can never tell with a text. Besides, who said it's a date? Maybe he just wants to take me to the mall or something.Since I'm wide awake, I get dressed and do some homework. But it only makes the time crawl slower than a snail. My mind keeps conjuring up different possibilities what Alessandro has planned, but none of them make sense. Ugh, why am I so anxious about this?Finally, it's ten to nine. I put on my jacket and head downstairs to wait outside for Alessandro. He's already waiting by the limo. I try to study his expression to see if he's excited, nervous, anything, but his face is closed off.The driver opens the door, and Alessandro gestures for me to climb i

CoraAlessandro and I stand before another grave.Matriarch Eleanor Rose Beckham, a woman who filled our hearts and minds with nothing but compassion and generosity. Her presence in this world will never be forgotten."Your grandmother," I say.Alessandro places the rest of the flowers on her grave. "She asked to be buried close to my mom's grave, but not too close. She joked that she and my dad should have their privacy even in death.""So your dad's going to be buried near your mom?" I ask, trying to remember if there was an empty lot near his mom's grave."Yeah.""See, your dad did love your mom."He shrugs. Then he and I sit before his grandmother's grave and talk to her just like we did with Alessandro's mom."I heard you love game shows," I say, throwing a smile at Alessandro. "Alessandro and I watched a few shows when he and I visited my parents one weekend. Card Sharks is such an awesome game. You have taste, Mrs. Beckham. And we named a narwhal plush after you.""The granddau