All Chapters of His Book club : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kael's pov“Hacked files can't be used against them, Kael.” My mentor's voice still rang in my ears. When I thought we were done, another mission came up. I didn't want to tell Arian. I can't bear to see the heartbreak on his face. So I decided to find a solution myself. George’s smug face had been bad enough, but Luke was like a snake that kept slithering out of reach. And if there was one thing I knew about snakes, it was that they always left a trail if you looked hard enough.That trail led me to Camilla. The girl that he paid to start the rumor. After pulling a little string, I got her contact number and I texted her. “Hi, Camilla. This is Kael. I saw your picture on my friend's phone and I really want to know more about you.” Just that text, she had messaged me more than I expected. Double texting me as if her life depended on it. But that's exactly what I needed to get her to confess Luke's crimes. She was leaning against her car when I arrived, twirling a strand of her ble

Arian's pov I thought I would feel lighter as I carried the evidence in my hands. After everything I had gone through, the bruises, the lies, the late-night fears, the betrayal, I expected relief to wrap around me but it didn't. I was happy that everything was over, that the truth was in my hands. But it was just partial happiness. The fact that Kael wasn't with me made me less happy. He was there from the beginning of this scandal and at the end, he wasn't there. As April and I walked toward the director’s office, my stomach churned the entire way, like something was coiled tightly inside me, waiting to snap. And I knew the reason behind it, but it was time to go back to my life without Kael. April must have noticed because she nudged me as we stopped outside the director's door. “You’re frowning,” she whispered.“I’m nervous,” I admitted, gripping the file tighter. “What if… what if she doesn’t believe us?”“She will,” April said firmly, her confidence a sharp contrast to my une

Arian's pov The celebration didn't end at the book club room. We moved to the bar to celebrate with drinks and music. The bar was alive that night. Music thumped through the speakers, laughter and chatter swirled all around me. April was to my left, practically bouncing in her seat as she recounted some ridiculous story about Brent tripping over a shelf in the library. Brent groaned and buried his face in his hands. I should’ve been laughing with them. I should’ve been soaking in every bit of this moment, this celebration of finally being free from lies, of being president of the book club again. But even as I raised my glass when April shouted, “To Arian, the president who always comes back stronger!” something in me felt heavy.I clinked my glass with theirs, forcing a smile. The drink went down sharp and burning, but I welcomed it. It numbed the edge of everything swirling inside me, the guilt, the longing, the ache I couldn’t quite get rid of no matter how loud the laughter

Kael's povOne second, he was quiet, his fingers fidgeting on his laps. The next second, he crashed his lips against mine, so rough and so sudden, like he was afraid he would lose his chance if he hesitated.For a moment, I froze as his mouth moved desperately on mine. The taste of alcohol lingered faintly on his breath, but beneath it was something raw. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I contemplated between pushing him back and pulling him closer. I chose the latter.Slowly, I softened, letting his urgency melt into something gentler. I tilted my head, parting my lips, allowing him to feel that I wasn’t fighting him. And just like that, his trembling eased. The kiss grew steadier, and less frantic. It wasn’t about hunger anymore, it was reassurance. A promise. A reminder that no matter how messy things had been, there was still something here, something that pulled us toward each other like gravity itself.When he finally broke away, his forehead rested against mine, his

Arian's pov When Kael first said it, I thought he was messing with me.And then Kael leaned against the wall, all muscles and sweat from his workout, arms crossed with that unreadable smirk on his lips, and said it:“I want the award for best member of the book club.”I laughed at first. It spilled out of me naturally, because how else could I respond? After everything we’d been through, after everything he had gone through for me, he wanted… an award? From the book club?“You’re not serious,” I told him.But he didn’t laugh, he just had a smirk on his face. His eyes stayed on me, steady, sharp, like he’d just announced something deadly serious.“I’ve never been this serious,” he said simply.The laughter stuck in my throat, turning dry. I blinked at him, expecting him to let the mask slip, to reveal that this was just another of his games. But the silence stretched, and his face never changed.“Kael,” I said carefully. “Are you serious about it? Do you really want the award?“Arian,