All Chapters of Married to the arrogant senior : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stared at the shredded pieces of my sketchbook on the floor, my chest heaving.“You… you didn’t just do that,” I whispered.Xavier Knight stood in the middle of my bedroom like he owned the place. No guilt. No hesitation. Just ice in his eyes and destruction in his hands.“I warned you,” he said coldly, stepping over the torn pages like they meant nothing. “Burn that marriage certificate, and you’ll regret it.”“That sketchbook was mine,” I snapped, my voice cracking. “You had no right”“Neither did you,” he cut me off, “when you signed my life into a scandal.”I blinked hard, trying not to cry. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “You think I wanted this? You think I planned to marry some egotistical jerk with a God complex?”Xavier’s jaw clenched. “Watch it.”“No, you watch it!” I snapped. “I’m not some desperate fan girl who wanted your attention. I was tricked into signing that paper—just like you!”He stared at me for a long moment, then ran a hand through his messy hair, fru

Arielle Brooks“Kiss me or I’ll talk.”The words hung in the air like smoke, thick and impossible to ignore. I stared at him, frozen, heartbeat pounding in my ears.“You can’t be serious,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.Xavier stepped closer, the school hallway suddenly feeling ten degrees warmer.“Do I look like I’m joking?”My mouth opened, then closed. No words came out. He looked dead serious, but not in the way I was used to. This wasn’t cold Xavier. This was calculated Xavier. Strategic. Dangerous.“You’re insane,” I breathed.“And you’re panicking. Relax,” he said, his voice too calm for someone threatening a public kiss. “A little PDA won’t kill you.”“It might if your fan club sees”I didn’t get to finish the sentence. His hand slipped behind my neck, and before I could move, his lips brushed mine.Soft. Sure. Intoxicating.I froze, my eyes wide as heat flooded every inch of my skin.He pulled away just as quickly, his eyes unreadable.“There,” he said, his voice

Don’t expect me not to fall for you."That was the last thing he said… before he walked away and left me standing in the rain — cold, confused, and completely shaken.Arielle Brooks – POVHis voice kept echoing in my head like a broken record. “Don’t expect me not to fall for you.”What did that even mean?Was it a warning? A confession? Or just another twisted move in whatever game Xavier Knight was playing with my life?By the time I got back to my aunt’s house, I was drenched. She asked questions, but I gave short answers. I didn’t know how to explain that the boy I was fake-married to had just kissed me with fire and then walked away like nothing happened.Aunt May – POVArielle didn’t say much when she came in, but I knew something was off.She always kept things bottled up — just like her mother used to. But I saw it in her eyes.She was hurting. And I knew it had something to do with that Xavier boy.I wasn’t stupid. A mistake in paperwork doesn’t magically tie two teenagers

"If they wanted to play dirty, I’d teach them how the game is really played."Arielle – POVThere was a photo of me, half-dressed in Xavier’s hoodie, pasted to my locker.And the caption?"Wifey warming the bed already? Poor girls move fast."I froze.The hallway buzzed with whispers. Phones out. Flashing cameras. Judging eyes.But I didn’t cry this time.I stared at the photo, pulled it down slowly… folded it neatly… and tucked it into my bag.Then I turned to face them all.Every voice. Every stare.“If anyone else wants a copy,” I said loudly, “I’ll be signing autographs after class.”Mira gasped beside me. Half the hallway fell silent.And then I walked off.Head high. Spine straight. Heart pounding like a war drum.---Bianca’s Puppet – Cassie – Journalism Room“Did you do it?” Cassie asked Bianca.Bianca smirked. “Of course I did. Took the photo myself. Just zoomed and cropped.”Cassie giggled. “She looked good though. Too good.”Bianca’s eyes narrowed.“She won’t for long.”---

"He said he’d come back for me, but how do you wait for someone who already shattered you?"Arielle – POVHis message still sat on my screen:“I’ll come back for you. I swear it. – X”My finger hovered over it.Delete. Archive. Screenshot.I did nothing.I just stared.A part of me wanted to text back.To tell him I believed him.That I missed him.That I needed him.But the other part of me — the louder, colder, wounded part — stayed silent.Because if Xavier was leaving, then maybe I had to learn how to be strong without him.Xavier – POVI stood at the edge of the pool behind our estate, shirtless, drunk on emotions, fists clenched.I hadn’t told her the worst part.I wasn’t just transferring schools…I was being sent out of the country.My father’s punishment for disobedience had always been exile.This time, it was a boarding school in New York.Cold. Foreign. Isolated.The only thing colder than that dorm would be my chest without her in it.I needed to see her.Touch her.One m