Semua Bab THE BADBOY'S Baby Doll : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chapter (12) ~ Somewhere in California ~ An Underground Club Deep beneath the surface, hidden from the world, lay a secret chamber drowned in shadows and silence. At the center of the dimly lit room stood a massive iron throne, dark and imposing. It was set within a glowing red orb that pulsed faintly like a living heart. Engraved into the throne was a menacing skull, its hollow eyes seeming to watch every movement. On both sides of the throne were rows of chairs arranged in perfect lines—each one occupied. Men cloaked in black stood before them, their identities hidden behind cold, expressionless masks. Their garments bore a striking difference—each cloak had a red slit running down the sides, marking their rank beneath their leader. At the center, before the throne, stood a man draped in darker shadows than the rest. Rings adorned his fingers—heavy, gleaming, dangerous. His mask concealed his face, but his presence alone was enough to command fear. He was known by one name.

chapter 14 “Yes, boss,” Dominic replied. Trevor said nothing more before ending the call. His grip tightened around his phone, knuckles whitening as his gaze remained fixed on the last message on the screen. His expression darkened, lost in deep thought. There was someone he needed to find. And perhaps… through this stalker, he could finally trace the person behind everything. But one question refused to leave his mind Why was Claudia being stalked? It didn’t make sense. Something about the situation felt off. Wrong and Trevor wasn’t the type to ignore instincts like that. Whatever the truth was… He was going to uncover it. ************ — Private Lounge — Rolex sat comfortably on an armchair, his attention completely absorbed in his phone. His fingers moved quickly across the screen, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He was chatting with someone. An anonymous someone. During the holidays, things had been… dull. His father was always busy, Trevor had been unavaila

Chapter (16) Kelvin lay back, breathing heavily, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Beside him was Fiona who quickly gathered her clothes, dressing in silence. When she was done, she leaned closer, attempting to peck his lips. But Kelvin turned his face away. She froze. “Huh?” "Just get the hell out,” he said coldly, irritation clear in his voice. Her brows furrowed. “Why are you suddenly acting like this?” Kelvin let out a short, mocking laugh, sitting up slightly. “You wanted a good Fuck, right? And I gave it to you.” His eyes darkened. “So what’s your deal now? You want love? You want to cuddle? Is that it?” His tone was sharp— cutting. “Just leave,” he added harshly. “And shut the door on your way out.” Her expression twisted in anger. “Motherfvcking Bastard.” She stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Kelvin chuckled, shaking his head. “Motherfvcking bastard,” he mimicked under his breath. Then he picked up his phone again, completely unfazed. “What a waste

Chapter (18) Trevor smirk then leaned in— His tongue brushed lightly against her inviting tempting lips. Claudia froze. Her entire body stilled, her mind going completely blank from the unexpected contact. Trevor’s smirk deepened as he watched her reaction, clearly amused. “Sweet,” he murmured, his thumb grazing over her lips slowly. “Is that proof enough… or should I add more?” His voice pulled her back to reality. Her eyes widened slightly. “Let go of me… pervert,” she muttered, trying to stand, but his grip on her wrist tightened, stopping her. “Let me go,” she added, turning her face away as heat rushed to her cheeks. No one had ever made her feel like this before. “Are you shy?” Trevor asked, clearly entertained. “Seriously?” “Let me go,” she insisted again, her voice softer now, almost flustered as she struggled against him. “I will,” he said calmly, “if you look at me.” Her breath hitched. “In the eyes, Claudia.” Oh. The way he said her name, It sent something

Chapter (20) Kelvin only responded with a knowing smirk. And Noah’s hand clenched into a fist, his jaw tightening before he turned and walked away. Around them, the stadium buzzed with whispers. All eyes were on Jasmine. The once lively, carefree boy now stood with dried blood staining his lips— yet somehow, the students still blamed him. “He deserves it.” “Exactly. He started it first.” “I don’t feel sorry for him.” “Not even a little.” “He ruined the match…” Their voices overlapped, judgment spreading like wildfire. Jasmine’s fists tightened as he stormed off, fury burning in his eyes. Even the teachers, including the disciplinary master stood watching. Not because they couldn’t intervene But because what just happened felt… beyond ordinary. Trevor and Jasmine? It didn’t make sense. Then suddenly— Chime. Phones buzzed all at once. The entire stadium fell into a strange silence as students pulled out their devices. Another chime and another as messages flooded in