The She Billionaire In Boy’s Blazer のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

12:01 AM — Chapel BasementDaxton’s old chapel wasn’t on the maps anymore.The upper level had been converted into a lecture hall two years ago, but the lower floors—stone-walled and flickering with forgotten electricity—still carried the echo of secrets.Sonia stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Her breath left a ghost in the cold air.Someone had texted her a single phrase two hours ago:“Truth bleeds in threes. Come alone.”That wasn’t a riddle. It was an order.She followed the worn stone steps down past the broken stained glass, past the rusting plaque with the academy's motto—Dominus per Veritas—until she reached the room at the end of the corridor.Inside were three chairs.And one mask.Not the Cartel’s bone-white beaked ones.This one was mirrored—split down the middle.One half delicate silver filigree. Feminine. Ornate.The other half, raw metal. Brutalist. Harsh angles. No eye hole.Someone had made a choice.They just hadn’t let her make hers.On the back of th

The Cartel didn’t do open invites.And they definitely didn’t do midnight meetings in iconic locations like villains in a bad movie.But then again, everything about this year at Daxton was starting to feel like it was written by someone with a flair for drama and a vendetta against normalcy.Sonia climbed the last spiral step of the clock tower, boots scuffing against the worn stone, breath caught somewhere between adrenaline and disbelief.The bell above her groaned like it hadn’t been touched in years.Good. If it rang, someone would probably die from the heart attack.At the top platform, she found three people already waiting in the half-lit circle cast by lanterns and moonlight.Cleo Morvain, Atlas Ling and of course Eric.“What is he doing here?” she asked immediately, already feeling her pulse trip into combat mode.Cleo raised an eyebrow. “Relax. He’s not the reason we’re here.”“I invited him,” Atlas said, hands in his coat pockets, the same lazy calm he always carried like

By morning, Daxton’s network was on fire. The video of Sonia’s speech had hit eight alumni blogs, three independent school publications, and someone’s TikTok titled “Girlboss Exposes Elite Academy in Silk Dress.” The comments were a chaotic mix of: “Is this real??”“She ATE. Ashcroft who?”“Wait so Silas was… HER???”Gregory’s lawyers had already sent three cease-and-desist threats. The board had called an emergency session for noon. Chancellor Radcliffe hadn’t been seen since the speech ended and rumor had it, someone caught her crying in the staff bathroom.Sonia was still asleep when Cleo burst into her dorm like a caffeine-fueled hurricane.“Sonia. SONIA. WAKE UP. You’re viral. And I don’t mean the ‘oh that’s cute’ viral—I mean the head-of-board-called-you-a-threat-to-academic-order viral.”Sonia groaned into her pillow.“Kill me when I’m conscious.”Cleo yanked the comforter off. “Nope. Can’t. You're Daxton’s hottest controversy and you need to look the part.”“What part?”“The

The morning sun filtered through the tall windows, but the light didn’t chase away the heaviness in Sonia’s chest. Sitting through the committee meeting felt like wading through mud—everyone’s eyes on her, but none of them really seeing her. Just Silas’s shadow, the lost boy everyone thought she replaced. But she wasn’t Silas, no matter how many times she wore his blazer or tried to speak like him.When the meeting broke for a brief pause, Sonia didn’t wait. She stood and slipped out before anyone could ask her a question she wasn’t ready to answer. The hallways were cold and silent, just how she liked them. She needed space to breathe, to think without everyone’s judgment pressing down like a weight.She rounded the corner and nearly bumped into Eric.He was leaning casually against the wall, looking less like the untouchable Eric Blackbourne and more like a kid who didn’t quite know what to say. His usual confident smile was softened, almost uncertain.“Hey,” he said, like a qu

Silas didn’t come back like a hero. He came back like a secret.Sonia stood in her dorm room, back pressed against the door. The moonlight cut across the floor in cold, white slashes. She felt like she was balancing on a blade, a single slip and everything would shatter.Eric had walked her back from the garden, asking questions she didn’t answer. He’d seen Silas, but he didn’t know everything. And she couldn’t tell him, not yet. Not when Silas’s life depended on shadows.Sonia turned toward the bed. Silas sat on the edge, elbows on his knees, looking older than seventeen. His hair was longer, his eyes sharper. That same smirk she’d known since they were kids was gone.“Don’t look at me like that,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair.“Like what?” Sonia crossed her arms.“Like I’m a ghost. I’m not a ghost, Sonia.”Her throat tightened. “I thought you were dead.”Silas exhaled slowly. “I know.”She moved closer, each step feeling like a hundred miles. She wanted to hug him, bu