All Chapters of my bully loves me : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Scene – Greg’s Bedroom, 5:45 PMGreg stood in front of the full-length mirror, straightening the lapel of his custom-tailored dark navy suit. The suit hugged his frame perfectly—sleek, confident, and quietly expensive. A silver pocket square peeked from his blazer, matching the shimmer of his cufflinks.He ran a hand through his dark curls, which he had actually styled for once, and checked his watch.He wasn’t nervous about prom.He was nervous about her.The girl who changed everything.He looked down at his phone and smiled. One new message.Helena: We’re on our way. Don’t freak out. I look amazing. 😌Greg chuckled and grabbed the corsage sitting on his desk—a delicate white rose, tied with a satin emerald ribbon.“Let’s go make some memories,” he whispered to his reflection.Scene – Tessy’s House, 6:10 PMHelena stood in front of Tessy’s full-length mirror, adjusting the off-shoulder strap of her emerald green gown. The dress flowed like water, hugging her waist before cascading

Scene – Skyline Hotel Rooftop, 9:37 PMThe city lights glittered below them like scattered stars. Brentford’s senior party at the Skyline Hotel had started like a dream—music pulsing, friends dancing, and laughter echoing through the penthouse hall. Helena stood by the rooftop railing, the night breeze sweeping strands of her hair across her cheek.Greg walked up behind her and slipped his jacket over her shoulders."Cold?" he asked.She smiled. "A little. But mostly just... soaking it in."Greg looked around at the smiling faces—people who once whispered behind Helena’s back now cheering for her in selfies. The journey they had come through together flashed before his eyes.“You shine brighter than this whole skyline,” he whispered.Helena turned to him, cheeks warm. “Flatter me one more time and I’ll make you dance.”Greg laughed, but his eyes didn’t leave hers. “Let’s get out of here.”Scene – Greg’s House, 11:04 PMThe drive home was quiet, not from tension, but from peace. Helena

Chapter Seventy-Five: Sunsets and SecretsScene – Nnamdi Azikiwe Airport, AbujaThe moment the plane touched down in Abuja, the cabin erupted in soft cheers. Helena glanced out the window, eyes wide with excitement. It was her first time in Nigeria’s capital, and everything already felt warmer—brighter. She turned to Greg beside her, who grinned, sunglasses already on even though they hadn’t left the plane yet.Behind them, Tessy and Leo were debating who would choose the music for the drive from the airport.Outside, the sun blazed over the city as palm trees swayed lazily in the breeze. It was a different kind of chaos here—bustling but calm, wild but free.Their rented black SUV pulled up, and Greg claimed the front seat while Tessy and Helena squeezed in the back with Leo. Music poured from the speakers, and the journey to their AirBnB in Jabi felt like a dream.“I call dibs on the room with the balcony!” Tessy shouted as they arrived.“No way,” Helena laughed. “I spotted it first

Scene – Helena’s Room, Monday MorningThe morning sun peeked through the soft curtains, casting warm gold light across Helena’s desk. Stacks of books—some new, some dog-eared—sat beside a crisp acceptance letter from Crestfield Law School.Helena stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the collar of her white blouse. Her heart thudded quietly beneath it. Not from fear—but from purpose.Tricia leaned against the doorway, watching her daughter with pride dancing in her eyes.“Still hard to believe,” she said softly.Helena turned. “That I got in?”“No,” Tricia said, walking forward to smooth a wrinkle on Helena’s sleeve. “That you’re walking into this next chapter with so much grace after everything.”Helena smiled. “I’m ready.”“Good,” Tricia whispered, brushing her curls back. “Because the world needs girls like you—loud, brave, and unbending.”Scene – Brentford Café, Later That DayThe café buzzed softly with morning chatter. Helena sipped from a mug of chai while flipping through he

Scene – Law Firm, Monday MorningHelena adjusted her collar in the mirror outside the courtroom. Her crisp blouse, subtle lipstick, and pinned-back curls gave her the look of confidence—but inside, her nerves tangled like tightly knotted ropes.“Relax,” said Mrs. Onari, her supervising attorney. “You're not arguing the full case. You’re just presenting the motion. The judge won’t bite.”Helena exhaled. “Unless he’s the one funding the landlord who evicted a single mother without cause.”Mrs. Onari grinned. “Now that’s the Helena I recruited. Fire with reason.”They stepped into the courtroom, and Helena’s eyes fell on the woman they were helping—Mama Ejide, seated quietly in the back, clutching her purse like it was her last defense. Her toddler sat on her lap, drowsy and warm against her chest.The opposing counsel arrived—tall, sharp-suited, and smug.Helena took her place beside Mrs. Onari, flipping open her notes.When the judge finally called the case number, Helena’s heart stead