All Chapters of My Hot Biker Stepbrothers Puck Me at Military School: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aisla's POV What am I going to do with this bastard bringing me here? I shouldn't have listened to the words of those men. They told me that he would never come back to this school, but what now? I don't want to die like this. What did I ever do? I've not enjoyed my life enough, and it's unfair to know that I'm going to die in the hands of the one I hate the most."What were you thinking when you rejected me the last time? Do you have any idea how much you have cost me? Because of you everything has gone downhill.""Can you just talk with your mouth and not your ass?" I asked him. "I don't even understand what I've done to you for things to go downhill. How is any of your problems my fault?"I didn't understand where I got this confidence to talk to him when I was at the face of death. If I'm going to die anyway, I might just end up speaking my mind. Why should I be scared to the end? It is not the first time I'm going through a situation like this. I've seen worse. I just hope it do

Aisla's POVI thought I wouldn't be able to sleep after what happened, but I slept better than I had in a long time. For the first time in months, my body let go. Maybe my head finally believed I was safe. Leon was gone. Someone had taken him away. That was one less monster I had to face. My father and stepmother and Melody were still out there, but one by one I would break them. They would pay for what they did to me.I sat up slow the next morning, listening to the quiet dormitory. The bed felt soft and warm. My heart felt lighter. I put my hand on my chest and reminded myself that I had survived. I had survived. I could breathe.Today I had training, but my mind kept on my way to the dean's office. I had a bad feeling. The dean only called me when he wanted to scold me. He liked to say I caused trouble. He liked to make me feel small. So when I walked into the building, my feet felt heavy. My stomach was tight.When I reached the office, the dean was sitting at his big desk like al

Aisla's POVI was brimming with so much rage inside. How can someone be so shameless knowing that they are that shameless and they still don't want to change? I have never seen a case like this before. Melody and her mother have indeed opened my eyes to see a lot of things in the world. Not everyone should be shown kindness and also not everyone deserves to suffer. But some people could be suffering as a result of their action. They should never be helped, people like Melody taught me this. I'm going to keep this lesson with me for the rest of my life and I won't randomly help people anymore. I thought about going back to the dormitory but I still didn't want to see her. The fact hat she kept acting invincible made me so angry. If I tried to kill her, I would only kill myself. But the brothers are trying to do the same thing to her so I have to stop them. The only thing I know is that her presence annoys them a lot, and the fact that she's being so smug about everything she and her

Hughes' POV It's all my fault. I shouldn't have done all those things to her that she feels so insecure about everything now. She doesn't even want to ask for our help when she needs it. It's all thanks to my poor judgment and bullying that brought her to this stage. If I could turn back the hands of time, I would have surely stopped myself from doing something I would regret in future. She doesn't want attention from the whole school because of what we did. How am I ever going to forgive myself if she doesn't get past this and stop seeing herself as someone who doesn't deserve to be loved? I can't imagine everything he must have gone through in the past just to survive only to end up in our hands when she needed help. "My brothers and I were inconsiderate about your feelings and we didn't ask about your opinions. We deserve whatever you do to us because we're the reason you're going through all of this anyway." I said to her after pulling away from the hug. You shook her head, "I

Aisla’s POVThe next few days passed faster than I expected. Every morning I woke up with one thought in my head was to train harder. I didn’t want to waste even a single moment. My body ached, my palms were full of blisters, and sometimes my legs shook so badly that I almost fell on the training ground. But I still kept going.Every strike I threw reminded me of Melody’s words. Every time I lifted my weapon, I thought about the tournament. I thought about what it would feel like to stand there with everyone watching, with Melody waiting to see me fail.That alone pushed me more than food or rest ever could.By the third day, I managed to perfect the weapon I had been working on. I ran my fingers across the blade slowly, admiring the way the edges caught the light. It wasn’t just metal anymore. It was my sweat, my pain, and all the nights I stayed awake when everyone else was asleep. It felt like a part of me.For the first time, I felt proud.But in the middle of that pride, I notice