Todos os capítulos de My Accidental Boyfriend: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

I couldn’t get the image out of my head.Ethan, standing in the cafeteria like he owned the place, calling Lila sunshine like it was his right. The way she flushed, her jaw tightening, that familiar flicker of fire in her eyes—yeah, it cut deep. Because that fire wasn’t directed at me.Not anymore.I had stood there, fists clenched, fighting the urge to grab that smug stranger by the collar and wipe that grin off his face. But I didn’t. I let him walk away, sauntering like some self-declared king, leaving behind confusion and a storm I couldn’t shake.And worse? Lila hadn’t denied Sure, she looked angry, flustered even. But not once had she told him to stop. Not once had she reminded him she wasn’t his to toy with. That silence burned hotter than any insult could have.I slammed my locker shut harder than necessary, earning a few startled glances from passing students. Let them stare. My chest felt like it was splitting open, every breath sharp and uneven.“Jason.”The voice pulled m

Walking away from Alex, I couldn’t help but grin. On the surface, it probably looked cocky, like I’d just won some invisible game. But in truth, I wasn’t celebrating anything.Alex wasn’t fooled by the grin I wore like armor. He’d seen past it—enough to know I was dangerous, even if he didn’t know why yet.And that was fine. I wanted him to suspect me.Because suspicion kept people on edge. And people on edge made mistakes.Mistakes that I could use.I strolled down the hallway like I owned it, hands deep in my pockets, ignoring the glances and whispers that followed me. Let them talk. Let them guess. Half the fun was in letting them build the legend before I even had to lift a finger.But behind the performance, my mind was anything but relaxed.Lila.She’d looked at me earlier like she wasn’t sure whether to hug me or strangle me. Fair. I had vanished without warning years ago, left her—and Ava—without so much as a note. And now I was back, sliding into the cafeteria with a smirk an

I wasn’t supposed to hear it. The walls of the dorm were thin, thinner than anyone realized, and as I walked past Ava’s room, Ethan’s low voice drifted through the crack of the half-open door. I paused without meaning to, my steps faltering, because something in his tone wasn’t like him — not the usual teasing lilt, not the smug playboy act. This was raw. Stripped down. “…it wasn’t you, Ava. It was them. Mom and Dad.” My stomach tightened. I should have kept moving. I knew it. But the sound of Ava’s choked reply rooted me to the spot, and before I realized, I was standing still in the hall, my pulse loud in my ears. The pieces clicked slowly. Ethan had vanished years ago. Ava rarely spoke of it, and whenever she did, her words had a brittle edge, like broken glass. Now, standing here, I finally understood. It wasn’t some reckless adventure. It wasn’t about girls or money or rebellion. It was the divorce. Their parents tearing each other apart until Ethan couldn’t breathe in the

I’d always thought I could handle anything.The fights, the threats, the late-night battles that clawed at my sanity — those were familiar enemies. I knew how to face them, fists ready, jaw set.But watching Lila laugh beside Ethan under the rooftop glow? That was a different kind of battle. One I wasn’t sure I could win.From below, I’d spotted them first — three silhouettes sitting close, their voices carrying faintly through the night air. I recognized Ava’s sharp tone, Lila’s soft laugh, and Ethan’s deep voice, smooth and too damn easy.I clenched my fists.He was leaning just a little too close to her. Smiling in that carefree, charming way that made girls’ defenses crumble. And Lila — she wasn’t pushing him away. She wasn’t stiff or uncomfortable. She looked… at ease. Comfortable.Something twisted in my chest.I didn’t like it.Not one bit.I climbed the last set of stairs and stepped onto the rooftop. The laughter cut off almost instantly. Ava stiffened, eyes darting between m

The rooftop air was cool, almost too cool, brushing against my skin and making me hug my arms. But it wasn’t the breeze that had me tense. It was the way Ethan leaned against the railing, smirking like the world was his stage, while Jason stood across from him, ready to explode.I felt stuck between them — two storms circling the same sky, and me caught in the eye.Ethan was the kind of person who could walk into any space and tilt the balance without saying a word. That night, he’d done more than tilt it; he’d cracked it wide open. His grin was lazy, his tone dripping with mockery, but his eyes… his eyes didn’t match.Jason only saw the grin.“Relax,” Ethan had drawled. “We’re just catching up. Childhood friends and all that. Nothing dangerous.”The words burned. Not because of what he said, but because of the way Jason reacted. His shoulders tightened, his jaw clenched, his whole body screamed possession. And something inside me twisted — because Jason’s jealousy wasn’t ugly. It was