All Chapters of Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“I want to talk about Alexander.” Sloane looked at me for a while and then looked away. Her elbows propped on the table, scrolling through her phone. She was smiling faintly, for it to be about whatever she was reading, but just enough to look natural if you weren’t paying attention. Unfortunately for her, I was paying attention. I put my spoon down and said, quietly, “I know who you went to meet last night.” Her thumb froze on the screen before she set the phone down, face still angled toward it like she was reluctant to look up. Then she did, all wide eyes and an unbothered smile. “Oh? And who exactly do you think that was? Wait... wait, I think I know who you’re going to call.” I didn’t blink. “Alexander.” “Alexander,” she chuckled as her expression settled into something softer. “Alexander,” she repeated. “That’s a pretty specific guess.” “It’s not a guess,” I said. “When you went into the restroom to clean up the spilled foundation, a text came in, and I saw the number. I

Alexander tugged me toward the quiet back section of the library. I tried to resist, but couldn’t as we moved past rows of shelves stacked with heavy academic tomes until we reached a shadowed corner. My back brushed against the cold spines of books as he positioned himself in front of me, blocking the way out. “Alexander—” I started, but my voice caught in my throat. He leaned in slightly, his brows furrowed and his voice low. “I know I said I gave up on you, but this is a whole new low, Kim. Tell me what you meant out there. About me saying I hate you.” His eyes burned into me as my mouth went dry. “You know exactly what I mean,” I snapped. “Sloane told me everything you said to her. She said you—” “Stop,” he cut in. “I never said that, Kim. Not once. Why would you even believe her right now over me?” My chest tightened. “Because you’ve been with her, Alex. I saw your text asking her to meet you in ten minutes, I guess. You even asking her to meet you in a fancy restaurant whe

As we entered our dorm room, I dropped my bag on the floor and exhaled sharply, pressing my back against the wall for a second as though I needed it to hold me up. Sloane stretched lazily, kicking off her shoes as if she hadn’t just witnessed me nearly bolt out of the car to my sister’s defense. She ran her finger through her hair, and she spoke in a light tone. “I hope you’re not worried about your sister and her relationship.” I turned my head toward her, narrowing my eyes. “I’m not even thinking about that,” I said flatly. She paused, one eyebrow arching as she was clearly intrigued. “Oh?” She took a few steps closer, folding her arms across her chest. “Then, what are you thinking about, Kim?” I pushed off the wall and walked toward my desk, sliding into the chair just to put some space between us. I fiddled with a pen, my eyes on it instead of her. “I met with Tessa.” Sloane’s body stilled. “You what?” she asked. “I met with her,” I repeated, still not meeting her eyes. Sh

I blinked, the room spinning slightly. “What did you say?” Adrian nodded. “Genevieve is the anonymous mailer. That’s what we were fighting about today in the lot.” He exhaled harshly, dragging a hand through his hair. “She found out. And then she—” His voice faltered. “She broke up with me.” I stood there, frozen, every nerve in my body ringing with shock. I slowly went back to Alexander and sat down beside him. Adrian sank into the couch opposite us, his hands dragging down his face. He looked tired. He leaned back, staring at the ceiling, then exhaled sharply. “Fine,” he finally said. “I won’t lie about it. Yes, the mail came from my house. From my network and probably from my own computer.” My heart lurched, and I gripped the edge of the couch where Alexander and I sat, my nails digging into the fabric. But before I could form words, Adrian tilted his head back toward me, his expression almost pleading. “But it wasn’t me,” he continued, voice breaking through my panic. “Believ

I walked past Sloane as I entered the living room. My hands tightened at my sides. “Sloane,” I said again. “What are you doing here? How do you even know where she lives? Why are you here, Sloane?” She flinched slightly, her hand brushing over her arm. “Kim, it’s not that deep—” “Not that deep?” I cut her off, my voice pitching louder. “You’re in my sister's apartment. And I don’t even know you were close enough to her to be here.” My chest rose and fell in shaky bursts. “When exactly did that happen, huh? When did you get close to her behind my back?” Her eyes flicked away, and she let out a nervous laugh. “It’s not... Look, it’s complicated.” “Complicated?” I repeated, stepping closer. “How long have you two been—whatever this is? Friends? How long have you been going behind my back?” She sighed dramatically, like I was exhausting her. “Kim, don’t make this bigger than it is—” “Bigger than it is?” My throat burned. “This is my sister. And none of this makes sense! You kept thi