บททั้งหมดของ Beneath His Rules: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Dominic’s pov The next morning, I was in the kitchen, eating cereal, when I saw Ivy come downstairs. She looked scared, her hands shaking as she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. She kept glancing at the windows, like she thought someone was out there. “Hey,” I said, keeping my voice normal. “You okay?” She froze, gripping the water bottle. “I’m fine,” she said, not looking at me. “You don’t look fine,” I said, pushing my bowl away. “You’re all jumpy.” “I said I’m fine,” she snapped, turning to me. Her eyes were narrow, like she was mad I noticed. “Why do you keep asking?” “Because you’re acting weird,” I said. “You’re checking windows all the time, something’s up.” She crossed her arms, glaring. “Nothing’s up. Just leave it.” I wanted to keep going, but I didn’t. She looked like she’d bolt if I said more. “Okay,” I said, raising my hands. “I’m not pushing.” She grabbed her water and started for the stairs. I watched her go, feeling like crap. She was scared, and I h

Dominic's Pov I was in the garage, messing with some tools on the workbench to keep my hands busy. My head was all messed up, thinking about Ivy. She was still freaked out from when Theo taunted her at dinner a couple days ago, throwing that glass at him. I sent him out that night, but he was still hanging around, acting like he could do whatever he wanted. His creepy comments, the way he kept saying stuff about Ivy’s secrets, it was too much. I told him to back off after he tried to kiss her in the garage, but he didn’t care. I was done with him messing with her. I had to make him stop for good. I heard the front door open and Theo’s voice, laughing loud on his phone. He was talking to someone, acting all cocky, like he owned the place. I dropped the screwdriver I was holding and went inside. He was in the living room, sprawled on the couch, still on his call. When he saw me, he grinned, that stupid grin that made my blood boil. “Gotta go,” he said into his phone, then hung up.

Ivy's pov The next day, I got a phone call, I saw a number I didn’t know. I almost didn’t answer, but I figured it might be important. I picked it up. “Hello?” I said, sitting up. “Is this Ivy?” a woman’s voice said, all sharp and official. “Yeah,” I said, frowning. “Who’s this?” “This is Mrs Brandt,” she said. “From the school board. We need to talk about the situation with the Professor.” My stomach dropped. Professor Harris, the creep who got me kicked out, the one who got fired after Dominic leaked his emails. Why was she calling me? “What about him?” I said, my voice tight. “We’re trying to resolve things,” she said. “The school’s getting a lot of attention because of the news. It’s not good for anyone.” “Not my fault,” I said, gripping my phone. “He’s the one who did stuff.” “I understand you’re upset,” she said, her voice softer but still annoying. “But we think it would help if you signed an apology letter. Just to calm things down.” “An apology?” I said, my voice l

Ivy's pov A few days later, the doorbell rang, and I jumped a little. I heard Dominic downstairs, opening the door. “Ivy!” he called. “Mia’s here!” I got up, surprised. I hadn’t talked to Mia for some days now, but I was glad she came over. I needed someone who didn’t make me feel like I had to explain everything. I went downstairs, and Mia was standing in the living room, holding a bag of snacks. She smiled when she saw me, but her eyes looked worried. “Hey,” she said, dropping her bag on the couch. “You look like crap. What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” I said, trying to sound normal. “Just chilling.” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right,” she said. “You’re all pale and jumpy. Spill it.” I shrugged, sitting on the couch. “I’m just tired,” I said. “It’s been a lot.” Mia sat next to me, opening a bag of chips. “A lot like what?” she said, handing me some. “You’ve been weird for days.” I took the chips, but I didn’t eat them. “Just school stuff,” I said. “And Theo being a jerk.” She f

Ivy's pov I was in Dominic’s study, sitting on the edge of his desk, scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself. It was late, maybe nine at night, and the house was quiet. My head was a mess. It felt like everything was piling up, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I was so mad, so scared, I wanted to scream. Dominic was at his computer, typing something, not saying much. I didn’t even know why I was in here, but I didn’t want to be alone. I put my phone down, too hard, and it clattered on the desk. “This is all so stupid,” I said, my voice loud. Dominic looked up, frowning. “What’s stupid?” he said, turning his chair to face me. “Everything,” I said, standing up. “The school, Theo, that car outside. I’m so done with it.” “Hey,” he said, standing too. “I know it’s a lot, but we’re handling it.” “Are we?” I said, my voice sharper. “Because it doesn’t feel like it. Nothing’s getting better!” “Ivy, calm down,” he said, stepping closer. “I’m doing everything I can.” I l