Semua Bab Bad boy CEO'S second chance : Bab 11 - Bab 16

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 POVThe rose in my locker had been fresh—soft red petals, the kind that looked too perfect to be real. But it wasn’t the rose that made my hands tremble as I pulled it out. It was the folded piece of paper beneath it. Cream-colored, delicate edges, the same anonymous handwriting I was growing too familiar with.I glanced around the hallway, but no one was paying me any mind. Students passed by, laughing, chatting, glued to their phones. Whoever was doing this was careful.I opened the note.“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.” —JI swallowed hard, reading the words again and again. How could someone who knew so little about me… write as if they knew everything?My heart fluttered and tightened all at once. Was it Zayn?It had to be.Unless…Unless someone else had been watching me long