All Chapters of Rival's Marriage Agreement : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Brandon’s POVWalking through the hallway of the administration building with two campus security officers escorting us felt surreal in the worst possible way.Not because we were being arrested.At least… I didn’t think we were being arrested.But because Dean Whitmore and Drake were walking with us too.Which meant the entire situation had officially turned into the weirdest group field trip in university history.Wilson leaned toward me as we walked.“Just so we’re clear,” he whispered nervously, “if this somehow ends with us getting expelled while the actual criminals walk away, I’m going to lose my mind.”“I’m pretty sure we’d all lose our minds,” I whispered back.Ahead of us, Cameron walked calmly beside one of the guards like this was just a normal evening stroll.Which was honestly impressive considering his father was about three feet away looking like he wanted to erase us from existence.Drake, meanwhile, looked completely relaxed again.Like the entire situation still did

Brandon’s POVThe ride to the campus security office felt much longer than it should have, and it was not because of the distance but because of the silence that settled over all of us like something heavy and unspoken. The flashing lights from the vehicle painted everything in shifting colors, and every time the light passed over Cameron’s face, he looked exactly the same—calm, focused, and completely unreadable, like nothing that had just happened was enough to shake him.Meanwhile, my mind refused to stay still.Drake’s words kept replaying in my head, along with the look on his face, and the way he had not seemed worried even for a second. That alone was enough to make me uneasy, because people who were about to lose did not look like that.Wilson sat across from me, holding his phone tightly in both hands as if it were the most important object in the world.“If anything happens to this phone,” he said in a low, dramatic voice, “I just want it to be known that I tried my best to

Brandon’s POV I did not remember the last time things felt this quiet.Not just around me.Inside me.Because usually my thoughts were loud, messy, always jumping from one thing to another, especially after a day like this. But sitting there beside Cameron, with his shoulder warm against mine and his hand still lightly resting on my waist, everything felt… slower.Like the world had finally decided to give us a break.I turned my head slightly to look at him.“You are thinking again,” I said softly.“I am always thinking.”“Not like this,” I replied. “This is your ‘serious, calculating, planning something dangerous’ face.”He glanced at me.“I am not planning anything dangerous.”I raised an eyebrow.“That is either a lie or the most suspicious sentence you have ever said.”“It is neither.”“Okay,” I said, shifting slightly so I could face him more fully, “then what are you thinking about?”For a moment, he did not answer.And I was about to tease him again when he finally spoke.“I

Brandon’s POVI woke up slowly, not in the usual rushed and disoriented way that comes with alarms or stress or unfinished thoughts, but in a quiet, almost unfamiliar calm that made me want to stay exactly where I was without moving at all. For a few seconds, I kept my eyes closed, letting myself exist in that space between sleep and reality, trying to understand what felt so different, what had shifted enough to make everything feel softer.Then I realized.Cameron.My head was resting against his chest, and his arm was wrapped around me in a way that felt natural, like it had been there all night and had no intention of leaving. His breathing was steady and even, and for once there was no tension in him, no sense that his mind was racing ahead or calculating something, and that alone made my chest tighten in a way I was not entirely prepared for.I opened my eyes slowly, letting the early morning light settle in around me as it slipped through the curtains and painted the room in so

Brandon’s POVWe had barely stepped into the room when I realized something was off. The man sitting behind the desk did not look like he belonged to any ordinary office or agency. He had this unnerving calm about him, the kind of calm that made you question whether he was hiding a storm. Cameron’s hand brushed against mine without hesitation, and I felt a jolt of reassurance in that small gesture.I was the first to speak, trying to break the tension. “So… you’re the person Irene mentioned?”He looked up from his tablet and smiled faintly. “I am, yes. But I was told to expect you before you even reached out.”I blinked. “Wait, what? That’s not possible. Irene contacted you.”“Did she?” His eyes twinkled, just a little, like he knew more than he was letting on. “You believed she did. That was the choice you made.”Cameron’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean, ‘we believed’? Are you saying this meeting was planned before we even decided to come here?”“Yes,” he said smoothly. “Your arriv