All Chapters of Rival's Marriage Agreement : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Got you — we’re slowing the pacing a bit and letting everything breathe and ache, with longer sentences, fuller dialogue, less choppy back-and-forth, more emotional weight and suspense creeping in. Think: dread, late-night talking, soft touches, then the threat tightening. Still teen Cameron’s POVI kept staring at the photo like if I blinked it would change into something less horrifying, something normal like a blurry selfie or a stupid meme, but it stayed the same no matter how long I looked at it, frozen proof of Brandon on top of Peter and me ripping the phone out of his hand like we were in some low-budget action movie that we absolutely did not sign up to star in.My stomach felt hollow.Not scared-hollow.Worse.That slow sinking feeling like the ground under you isn’t solid anymore.Behind me, Brandon said quietly, “You’re doing that thing where you go completely silent and it’s freaking me out a little, so I’m going to need you to either talk or breathe or throw the phone at

Cameron’s POVI didn’t realize I’d stopped breathing until Brandon said my name for the third time.“Cameron… hey… why do you look like you just saw a ghost, what happened?”My hand was still wrapped around my phone so tight my fingers hurt, like if I loosened my grip even a little the message would disappear and I’d convince myself I imagined it, which honestly would’ve been preferable to the reality sitting on my screen.I swallowed hard and turned the phone toward him.He read it once.Then again.Then his jaw tightened in that quiet, scary way he only did when he was really mad.“You’re getting warmer. Keep looking. This is fun.”He didn’t joke.Didn’t smile.Didn’t say anything sarcastic.Which was worse than anything.“…They’re watching us,” I said finally, and my voice came out smaller than I wanted, like a kid admitting they were scared of the dark.Brandon dragged a hand through his hair and looked around slowly, like he expected someone to pop out from behind the trees with

Cameron’s POVI did not sleep that night, and it was not because of the cold or because Brandon kept shifting beside me in the narrow dorm bed, but because every single time I closed my eyes I saw that video playing again on the laptop screen, the angle too perfect, the sound too clear, the intimacy too exposed, and the sickening realization that someone had been standing somewhere close enough to hear us breathe while we had absolutely no idea that our privacy had already been stolen from us.Brandon was still asleep when I finally gave up pretending, his arm heavy across my waist like he was trying to anchor me to something solid, and for a moment I just lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering how something that had started as harmless tension and stupid flirting had turned into surveillance and threats and the kind of fear that made my chest feel tight even when nothing was happening.I slowly slipped out of bed so I would not wake him, because I needed space to think and I nee

Brandon’s POVThe moment Cameron told me what the voice said on the phone, I felt something inside me go completely still, like all the fear had crystallized into something colder and sharper, something that did not shake but calculated.“Repeat it,” I said quietly as I stood in the hallway outside his dorm, my back against the wall, my pulse steady in a way that meant I was no longer panicking but planning.Cameron’s voice trembled slightly through the phone, but there was steel underneath it. “They said we should be more careful about what we say because walls have ears.”I closed my eyes briefly and exhaled slowly. “Good.”There was a pause on the other end. “Good?” he echoed, confused and slightly offended. “Brandon, someone is literally threatening us again.”“I know,” I replied calmly, pushing off the wall and glancing around the hallway to make sure no one was lingering. “But that means they were watching in real time, which means they either have a live feed or they were physi

Brandon’s POVI should have felt relieved after security took Peter away for questioning, but relief never came, because the look he gave us before disappearing down that hallway was not the look of someone who had just been caught, it was the look of someone calculating damage and adjusting strategy, and that meant whatever we had uncovered was only a fragment of something much larger.Cameron was quiet as we walked back toward the dorms, his hand brushing mine occasionally but not fully holding it, like he was still halfway inside his thoughts, replaying every second of what had happened and trying to figure out where the cracks were.“You’re spiraling again,” I said gently, bumping my shoulder against his.He glanced at me with a faint, tired smile. “I am not spiraling, I am analyzing.”“That is just spiraling with confidence,” I replied.He huffed softly, but the humor did not quite reach his eyes.When we reached his building, he hesitated before going inside, and I knew exactly