All Chapters of Bad boy CEO'S second chance : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rexford’s POVOxford University was everything I expected it to be—grand, competitive, filled with people who either wanted to prove themselves or prove they were better than everyone else.I didn’t care.Nothing mattered anymore.The moment I stepped onto campus, I shut myself off from the world. No more parties, no more unnecessary socializing, no more caring. I was here to study, to focus, to forget.But forgetting wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be.Jenny still haunted me.I’d see glimpses of her in crowded lecture halls, only to blink and realize it was just a stranger. I’d hear a laugh that sounded like hers and turn, only to be met with disappointment. At night, I’d lie in bed staring at my phone, fighting the urge to text her.I knew she wouldn’t reply.I had to move on.Or at least pretend to.—Girls tried.They always did.At first, it was subtle—sitting next to me in lectures, smiling at me in the hallways, “accidentally” bumping into me at the library. But when they

Jenny's POVI thought moving far away from home would be like flipping a switch—leave the pain behind, pack up the memories, and start over somewhere new. But grief and betrayal are sneaky like that. They hide in your suitcase, slip into your pockets, and unpack themselves when you least expect it.Stanford was everything I dreamed of—ivy-covered buildings, passionate professors, driven students, and an atmosphere buzzing with opportunity. But some days, the silence in my dorm room screamed louder than the cheers from the football field. Some days, I'd forget how to breathe without the weight of the past pressing on my chest.My roommate, Olivia, was a bubbly, freckled girl from San Diego with a passion for film and a laugh that could light up the darkest corners of a room. She didn’t pry, but she knew something had shattered inside me. I didn’t talk much about high school, about Rex, or the storm I'd barely survived. But she noticed the way I clutched my phone like a lifeline or how

Jenny’s POV The rose in my locker was perfect—deep red, soft, almost unreal. I touched the petals carefully, afraid I might crush them. But it wasn’t the flower that made my hands shake. It was the note tucked underneath it, cream-colored with delicate edges, written in the same handwriting I was starting to recognize. My chest tightened. Another note? I looked around quickly. I saw Students laughed, scrolled on their phones and some rushed to their classes and no one looked suspicious, Whoever was leaving these notes knew exactly how to stay hidden. I unfolded the paper with my palms sweating. “It’s not just the way you smile, Or the way your eyes soften when you’re lost in thought. It’s the strength you carry in your silence, The fire you hide behind your calm. I see it. And I admire it… every day.” —J I froze. I read it again, and again. The words were beautiful and intimate, like someone had seen straight through me. How could someone who barely knew me write like they

Jenny’s POV If you had asked me a few months ago what I wanted, I might have said love and a happy ending or maybe even someone to hold my hand when the nights felt too heavy.But now? all I want is to survive and have an Independent future, I want a future that wasn’t built on waiting for someone else to save me. That’s why I stopped caring about dates and who likes me or not. Instead, I threw myself into my studies like my life depended on it, because in a way, it did. The more I studied, the sharper my focus became. Every assignment was completed early. Every exam, I aced. Professors started to notice me as the girl who always turned in flawless work and always had questions that went beyond the syllabus. “Jenny Walker,” my history professor said one morning, pausing in the middle of class, “you’ve got one of the sharpest minds I’ve seen in years. Keep this up, and big companies will be fighting to have you.” The class turned to look at me. I felt my cheeks warm, but I only n

Jenny’s POV It started with a ping. I had just finished a long shift at the campus café and was halfway into my bed, ready to collapse, when my phone buzzed. At first, I ignored it. I was exhausted, and the thought of more group chats made me want to throw the phone across the room. But then it buzzed again. And again. With a groan, I reached for it. It was Sylvia, my high school best friend. Sylvia: “JENNY!!! OMG, you need to SEE this right now!!!” Sylvia: “YOUR BOY IS BACK ” Sylvia: “Check the video I sent, this is CRAZY!!!” My heart sank before I even opened it. “Your boy.” I already knew who she meant. I tapped the link, and the screen lit up with chaos.There was Rex. Standing in the middle of his college quad, looking like a storm wrapped in a person. Rachel Madison was clinging to his arm, smiling like they were in a fairytale. And then..... “Enough,” Rex’s voice boomed through my speakers sharply. The crowd around him froze; some students raised their phones. Seeing the