All Chapters of Rival's Marriage Agreement : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Cameron’s POVBy the time the sun went down that evening, the entire university felt like it was vibrating with tension, the kind of invisible pressure that spreads quietly through hallways and classrooms until every whispered conversation sounds like the beginning of a scandal, and as I sat at my desk scrolling through the endless flood of notifications on my phone, I understood with perfect clarity that the moment I had pressed “post,” the fight had stopped being quiet and controlled and had transformed into something public and unpredictable.Across the room Brandon was pacing again, which had become his natural state whenever things were spiraling out of control, and although he had tried to hide how nervous he was by making sarcastic comments earlier, I could see the tightness in his shoulders and the way he kept glancing at the door like he expected someone to burst in at any moment.“You do realize the internet is currently on fire because of you,” he said finally, stopping in

Cameron’s POVThe thirty minutes of deliberation stretched longer than they should have.Time behaved strangely when people were waiting for a verdict about their future. Conversations in the hallway faded into distant murmurs, reporters whispered behind their notebooks, and students pretended to scroll through their phones while clearly listening for any movement from inside the room.I stood beside Brandon near the window, watching the courtyard below.From a distance the campus looked perfectly ordinary. Students walked to classes. A group sat under a tree laughing about something that had nothing to do with disciplinary hearings or corruption scandals.It was strange how normal everything looked when things were quietly falling apart.Brandon nudged my arm.“You’re doing that thing again,” he said.“What thing.”“The intense staring into the distance like you’re calculating the collapse of civilization.”“I am merely observing the courtyard.”“Sure you are.”He leaned against the

Cameron’s POV The news spread faster than any rumor I had ever witnessed. By the time Brandon, Irene, Wilson, and I left the library steps, the story had already mutated into half a dozen different versions across social media and news sites. Some articles called me a whistleblower, others called me a disgruntled student trying to ruin the university’s reputation, and a few particularly dramatic ones described the entire situation as a “family war inside the administration.” None of them were entirely wrong. None of them were entirely correct either. Brandon walked beside me with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, occasionally glancing at people who were openly staring at us as we crossed the courtyard. “Okay,” he said after a moment, “I officially hate being famous.” “You are not famous,” I replied. “Tell that to the guy who just tried to take a picture of us like we’re in a documentary.” I didn’t respond to that. My attention was focused on my phone. New mess

Cameron’s POVThe administration building looked different at night.During the day it was just another part of campus, full of professors, students, and the constant echo of footsteps in the hallways. But now the building stood in the darkness like something quiet and watchful, its tall windows reflecting the dim glow of the streetlights.I slowed as we approached the front entrance.Wilson immediately grabbed my arm.“Please tell me we are not walking through the front door like four suspicious idiots.”I glanced at him.“That would indeed attract unnecessary attention.”“Good,” Wilson said with relief.“So we’re not doing that.”“No.”Brandon leaned closer to me, lowering his voice slightly as he studied the building.“Please tell me you know another way inside.”I nodded.“The side entrance near the faculty parking lot uses a keycard system that automatically unlocks during certain maintenance hours.”Wilson stared.“You’re joking.”“I am not.”“How do you know that?”“Because the

Cameron’s POVFor a moment after Drake finished speaking, the entire room went completely silent.Not the calm kind of silence either.The heavy kind. The kind where everyone suddenly realizes the situation just got ten times worse.Wilson was the first one to react.“You called security?” he said, his voice rising in disbelief. “You actually called security while you were burning documents?”Drake leaned casually against the desk again, like this was all just a game to him.“I prefer the term strategic planning,” he replied.I could see the panic starting to spread across Wilson’s face.“Cameron,” he whispered urgently, “this is bad. This is extremely bad. We are standing inside a restricted archive room after hours with documents that technically belong to the university while security is literally on their way to arrest us.”I remained calm.Panic would solve nothing.Brandon stepped closer to me.“Okay,” he said quietly, “I know you usually have some kind of plan running in that b