All Chapters of The Bad Boy’s Regret: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MONICA I was tagged the cheap slut who lost her V-card within one month of being deceived by the school's hottest boy.I'd brought shame onto myself because I was foolish enough to think love ever existed for girls like me. "That was easy, bro! We gave you two months but you were able to get into her secret chamber within a month," one of Damian's friends laughed, shaking hands and bumping his shoulder with Damian.Damian pulled back, a proud smirk sitting pretty on his handsome face. "Told you I would hit within a month," he chuckled, his words breaking me into a greater despair than I already was.He turned to the other jock, Dominic, one of his close buddies I knew when I hung out with him. He was leaning against the wall. "Care to drop my twenty grands now?" Damian demanded."Yeah... you won the bet so... you'll get your alert—" Dominic twirled his latest iPhone between his fingers then tapped on the screen for a few seconds. "Now," he completed, an amused look settling on his f

MONICA"There's no fucking way!" Ava moved closer, trying to inspect me as she batted her eyes surprisingly at me. My lips tilted into a slight smirk despite my stomach twisting into painful knots."You look different," Emily muttered amusingly."A baffled change if you ask me," Ava mocked, her tone was filled with sarcasm as she leaned again the lockers waiting for the laugh track to play."Well, thank you," I forced a smile, keeping my eyes cold and dark because Julian had warned me a million time not to exhibit any ounce of weakness in their front.Zoey who hasn't spoken since my reveal of identity let out a chuckle, the kind that made people freeze before realizing they should laugh too. "So, you lost your virginity and turned into a full-blown slut?""How shameless?" She said in a very belittling and condescending manner. Her voice traveled down the hallway, and a few students passing slowed down to listen. I sighed inwardly, just when I thought my morning would be less trouble

MONICA I locked gazes with Julian the moment Zoey and her crew of low budget mean girls made their way to the table. Zoey’s voice cut through the cafeteria like nails on a chalkboard, but my fingers went stiff around my fork. The entire place went dead silent. You could literally hear someone’s straw slurp their soda across the room. Gabriel froze mid-bite and I watched his brows arch beautifully together. Zoey was standing there, her usual smug smirk plastered across her face, wearing that short cheer skirt that screamed attention. Damian stood beside her like her personal shadow. He had his hands shoved in his pockets and unexpectedly, his eyes were fixed on me. It was like he was trying to read my mind, or maybe just enjoying my humiliation again. Either way, my posture straightened like Julian had taught me to always keep it whenever I was around Damian or Zoey. “Why’s Havenstone’s newest golden boy hanging out with these pathetic losers?” Zoey drawled, tossing her hair back

MONICA I didn’t look back as I walked out of the library. It's more like I couldn’t. I knew his gaze was following me all the way and if I turned or even paused in my movements, he may read too much into it. I'm trying to avoid him not pull him in. By the time I got home, my whole body felt like someone had drained every ounce of energy out of me. My backpack hit the couch the moment I entered and I just stood there for a second, staring blankly at the wall and rethinking a few life decisions. Then I heard the sound of plates clinking in the kitchen, and my heart jumped a little. Dad was home. That was rare. “Moni?” his voice called. “That you?” “Yeah Dad,” I said, walking toward the kitchen. He was standing by the counter, still in his work clothes which was really unsanitary but with his grey jumper around his waist and his yellow shirt out. The sight of him working so hard with those bags under his eyes made me really uncomfortable. He looked tired. Always tired. “You

MONICA The supervising professor, some old sub who clearly didn’t care, had already dozed off at his desk with his head tilted back and mouth half open. The man was gone, completely lost to the world, snoring faintly like a dying engine. “Wow,” Gabriel said quietly. “Guess we’re really under strict supervision.” “Don’t get any ideas,” I said without looking up. “Who, me? Never.” His tone dripped with mock innocence and I couldn’t help it, I smirked. Just a little. He caught it instantly. “Was that a smile?” “No.” “It was definitely a smile.” “It was a twitch.” “Sure,” he said, grinning. “A very happy twitch.” I sighed, trying not to laugh. “You’re impossible.” He rested his chin on his hand, studying me. “You know, you should do that more.” “Do what?” “Smile. It suits you.” My chest did this annoying flutter thing that I immediately ignored. “You should try shutting up more,” I shot back. He laughed again, and I found myself biting back a smile. It was ri