บททั้งหมดของ Married to the arrogant senior : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

We started a war without knowing it, but now we’re ready to finish it."Arielle – POV“Do you really think this is over?”That was what Principal Marsh whispered when I walked out of the auditorium.No apologies.No justice.Just a quiet threat wrapped in authority.But I didn’t flinch.Because Xavier was standing beside me again.And that changed everything.Xavier – POVThe tension in the hallway crackled.My father was already trying to repair his reputation.But I wasn’t here for apologies or press conferences.I was here for her.And revenge.“Meet me tonight,” I whispered to Arielle. “My place. No interruptions. No lies.”She nodded.And that was all I needed.Mira – POVI watched them leave together and smiled.For once, the mean girls were speechless.For once, the school wasn’t laughing — it was listening.But something still felt wrong.A whisper in my gut.A shadow in the hallway.Something was coming.Mr. Knight – POVI watched the video clip again and again.Xavier stormi

The whispers started before I even stepped foot into the building.They always did now.Some called me a gold-digger. Some called me lucky.But today? They were calling me exposed.Mira caught up to me outside the classroom, eyes wide.You haven’t seen it?Seen what? I asked, blinking.She shoved her phone into my hand.My stomach dropped.It was a screenshot.Arielle Brooks: Illegitimate child of a convicted felon.Alongside it? A blurry photo of me and Xavier, lips locked against his bedroom wall. My top was half off.I nearly dropped the phone.Where the hell did this come from? I choked.Mira bit her lip. Someone posted it anonymously on the Empire Gossip Group this morning. It’s spreading like fire.I didn’t cry.I didn’t panic.I turned on my heel and walked straight into the school like I owned the hallway.Let them look.Let them talk.Because if they wanted a villain, I’d play the part perfectly.The moment I stepped into homeroom, everything stopped.Phones lowered. Conversa

Xavier’s hand lingered on Arielle’s cheek, his fingers brushing her skin like he was scared she’d disappear if he blinked. The air between them vibrated with an electricity that neither of them could deny anymore.I don’t want to lose you, he whispered, voice low, gruff, vulnerable.Arielle swallowed hard. Then stop pushing me away.He didn’t answer. He leaned down instead, his mouth crashing into hers like a storm he could no longer hold back.Their lips collided hungrily, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance. His fingers tangled in her hair as she pulled at his shirt, lifting it over his head without breaking the kiss. Their bodies pressed together tightly, skin on skin, heart against heart.Clothes flew off in desperate urgency. The bed creaked as he laid her down, hovering above her, his chest rising and falling rapidly.Arielle, he breathed.Yes, she whispered. Don’t stop.He kissed her again, slower this time. Exploring. Savoring. His hands traced every inch of her bod

The tension in the Xavier mansion simmered like a storm waiting to break.Arielle sat at the edge of her bed, her fingers clenched into fists on her lap. Her heart still raced from the memory of last night—the rawness, the heat, the taste of rebellion.She didn’t regret it. Not one bit.But she knew everything had changed.Xavier had gone against his father’s strict commands, stayed with her, touched her like she was the only thing in his world. And now, the consequences were closing in."He’s not back yet," Ivy whispered as she entered Arielle’s room without knocking. Her eyes were wide with anxiety. "Your father-in-law is furious.""He’s not my father-in-law," Arielle muttered, standing abruptly. "And Xavier can make his own choices.""He’s Xavier Knight," Ivy hissed. "He can only make choices if his father allows it."Arielle turned to her, eyes burning. "Well, maybe it’s time someone reminded Mr. Knight that his son isn’t his puppet."Before Ivy could respond, heavy footsteps echo

Arielle’s breath trembled as Xavier inserted the flash drive into his laptop. The device lit up, humming softly, like it too held its breath.Neither of them spoke as the file auto-loaded, an encrypted video, timestamped from two years ago.The screen flickered, Then came the first frame.A party.One Arielle recognized instantly.The Harrow Estate. Winter formal.And there he was.Elijah.Xavier’s brother.Alive.Laughing.His arms around a girl in a red dress, Arielle.Xavier’s jaw clenched.“I don’t remember this,” Arielle murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t…”Then the screen glitched, and the footage jumped.The room changed. The camera now faced a hallway, dimly lit.Suddenly, Elijah again. Only this time, stumbling. Disoriented. His face was pale, and blood stained the collar of his shirt.Arielle gasped. “No...”Xavier leaned in, eyes narrowing.A shadow appeared behind Elijah. The figure wore a hoodie. Face hidden.Elijah turned and said something, voice muffled.