Lahat ng Kabanata ng my bully loves me : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Scene – Flight Academy, Joint Simulation Briefing RoomThe cadet wing was unusually lively that morning. Today’s session was a joint simulation between pilot trainees and flight hostess students, designed to test communication during emergency protocols.Greg adjusted his headset as he scanned the room. That’s when she walked in—Anna.She was tall, with striking hazel eyes and hair that bounced like it belonged in a commercial. Her uniform fit perfectly, and her smile seemed curated for attention.She caught his gaze, tilted her head, and winked.Greg blinked, looked away, and tightened his grip on his checklist.Scene – In the SimulatorPaired randomly, Greg was assigned Anna as his flight attendant for the drill.“Looks like we’re partners,” she said, sliding into the co-cabin seat beside him.“Yep,” Greg said, professional. “Let’s keep it smooth.”Anna leaned in slightly. “You’re Greg Dalton, right? The one who passed the turbulence test on his first try?”Greg gave a polite nod. “

Scene – Greg’s Hostel Room, Friday EveningIt had been three days since Helena blocked him.Three days of sleepless nights.Three days of his phone feeling like dead weight in his palm.Greg had just finished logging a solo navigation drill when a knock landed on his door again—sharp, familiar.He froze.He already knew who it was.He opened the door halfway.Anna.She was in jeans this time, holding a paper bag."Thought you could use dinner," she said with a smile. "You’ve looked stressed lately."Greg didn’t return the smile. “What are you doing here?”“I told you. I brought food.”“I didn’t ask for food,” he said, stepping outside and shutting the door behind him so she couldn’t enter.Her expression faltered, just slightly. “Are you still mad?”“I’m not mad,” he said flatly. “I’m disgusted.”Anna folded her arms, tilting her head. “Wow. That’s harsh.”“What you did wasn’t just wrong—it was manipulative,” Greg said, eyes locked on hers. “You walked into my space after I said no. Y

Scene – Campus Courtyard, February 13thPosters flapped on every board in sight:Valentine Bash @ The Dome – Feb 14th, 6PM Love. Laughs. Lights. Red attire mandatory.Helena rolled her eyes as she passed the board. “They’ve turned romance into a full-blown campaign.”Tessy grinned beside her. “And we’re attending, like good citizens of love.”“I’m not dancing in heels,” Helena muttered.“No one said you had to,” Greg said, sliding in beside her and casually wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “You can lean on me the whole night.”“Pilot boy, you’ll regret that by hour two,” Leo teased from behind them.They all laughed. And just like that, it was settled—they were going to the party together.Scene – Helena’s Dorm Room, Valentine’s NightHelena stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the sleeves of her deep red gown. It was simple, elegant, and hugged her like a compliment.“You look like courtroom royalty,” Tessy said, spinning in her own off-shoulder red dress.“And you look like

Chapter Ninety-Six: Lines in the SandScene – Abuja, National Legal Summit CenterThe conference hall buzzed with energy. Law students from across the country gathered in clusters, their lanyards bouncing as they moved from workshops to panels. Helena, dressed in a fitted blazer and slacks, clutched her notepad as she scanned the schedule.“You must be Helena Dalton,” a deep voice said behind her.She turned to find a tall, sharply dressed young man offering a dazzling smile. His suit was designer, his eyes calculating. He oozed confidence — the kind that didn’t ask for permission.“I’m Desmond Okoye,” he said. “Final-year law at Obafemi. Panel speaker, national debater, and now...” he winked, “the guy trying to convince you to ditch the welcome tour and have lunch with me.”Helena raised an eyebrow. “That’s... direct.”“I don’t do games,” he said smoothly. “And I always get what I want.”Helena offered a polite smile. “Then you’re going to hate me. I’m not on the menu.”Desmond chuck

Scene – International Flight Academy, Early MorningThe hangar buzzed with energy—cadets rushing through final checks, instructors reviewing flight plans, and aircraft engines rumbling like thunderclouds waiting to break. Today was the International Cadet Showcase, a major event where elite trainees would fly high-stakes demonstration flights before representatives from global airlines.Greg stood in front of his aircraft, suited in his academy’s signature navy-blue uniform, helmet under one arm, eyes sharp.He was ready.Or at least, he was trying to be.“Dalton,” his instructor barked from across the tarmac, “today, you’re not just flying a plane. You’re proving you belong in the sky.”Greg gave a quick nod. “Yes, sir.”But inside, his heart was a drumline.Not from fear of the plane.But from fear of falling short.Scene – Locker Room, Moments Before TakeoffGreg sat on the bench, lacing his boots, his nerves buzzing like static electricity. Around him, cadets were hyping each othe