All Chapters of His to Ruin: Breaking Chelsea : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

THE LEAK{Playlist Suggestion: "Prom Queen" by Beach Bunny / "brutal" by Olivia Rodrigo}~VALERIE POV~Power isn't about having the most money or the loudest voice. It's about information. Knowing where the bodies are buried. Knowing who is sleeping with whom. Knowing the cracks in the armor before anyone else even sees the dent.I sat on the bench in the Senior Lounge, a specialized corner of the Crawford campus reserved for the social elite. My latte was cold. My phone was buzzing with notifications I didn't care about.Across the room, Denver was laughing with some guys from the debate team.He looked over at me. His brown eyes caught mine, warm and steady. He offered a small, private smile.....the kind that suggested we shared a secret.For a second, I felt a pull. A temptation to smile back. To walk over there and be the version of Valerie Prescott he thought he saw. The one who was tired of pretending.But then the doors swung open, and Kade Kingston walked in.He didn't look at

WALK OF SHAME{Playlist Suggestion: "Liability" by Lorde / "Soap" by Melanie Martinez}~CHELSEA POV~For the first time in three years, I wasn't doing mental math in the checkout line.Usually, standing in the aisle of Market Fresh was a humiliating exercise in subtraction. If I put the milk back, can I afford the eggs? If I skip the detergent, can I buy the good bread for Chase?Today, I had $400 in cash in my wallet.I had a basket full of things that felt like unimaginable luxuries. Raspberries. A steak. Brand-name cereal. A bottle of vitamins that wasn't the generic store brand.I placed the items on the conveyor belt, feeling a strange, hollow sense of victory. I had done it. I had sold my soul to Kolt Kingston, and in exchange, my brother was going to eat like a king tonight.The cashier, a middle-aged woman named Brenda who had watched me count pennies for years, smiled tiredly. "Big haul today, honey. You win a scratch-off?""Something like that," I murmured, watching the tota

THE SUMMONS{Playlist Suggestion: "Gangsta" by Kehlani / "No Time To Die" by Billie Eilish}~KOLT POV~In my line of work, silence is the most expensive commodity on the market.People didn't pay five hundred dollars for a bottle of vodka at The Mirage because it tasted better. They paid for the privilege of drinking it in the dark, where their wives, their shareholders, and the IRS couldn't see them.My business was built on shadows.And someone had just turned on a floodlight.I sat in my office, the air conditioner humming a low, artificial note. My phone lay flat on the mahogany desk. On the screen was a screenshot Antonio had just forwarded to me.It was from a high school gossip page. ‘Crawford Confessions.’The image was grainy, but the subjects were undeniable. Me, standing in the staff doorway. Chelsea, shivering under my jacket."VIP service, anyone?"I didn't feel anger. Anger was a hot, messy emotion…..a Kade emotion. What I felt was a cold, crystallizing clarity.This was

THE WATCHER{Playlist Suggestion: "I'm Not The Only One" (Slowed) by Sam Smith / "In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins}~KOLT POV~The rain had turned the city into a watercolor painting of gray and black, blurring the lines between the penthouses in the sky and the gutters below. My driver, Silas, navigated the potholes of the crumbling neighborhood with the silence of a man who knew better than to ask why a Kingston was visiting the slums at 3:00 AM."We're here, sir," Silas murmured, the car idling softly.I looked out the tinted window. The brick building was ugly, scarred by graffiti and neglect. It was a cage. A rotting box of drywall and cheap piping. And inside that cage was the only thing that made my blood run hot."Wait here," I ordered.I opened the door and stepped out into the drizzle. I didn't need an umbrella. I didn't care about the water ruining a three-thousand-dollar suit. I needed answers. I needed to see her face, to see if the damage from the photo was permanent,

ROOT ACCESS{Playlist Suggestion: "System Magic" by Goldfrapp / "Glory Box" by Portishead}~CHASE POV~The apartment was quiet, but it wasn't peaceful.I sat in my wheelchair at the small kitchen table, the hum of my laptop fan the only sound in the room. In the living room, a fortress of blankets and cushions dominated the space. Underneath it, my sister and Kade Kingston were asleep.I could hear their breathing…slow, synchronized, heavy with exhaustion.I looked at the counter next to me. The orange prescription bottle sat there, glowing in the pale morning light. Tacrolimus. Prednisone. The pills that kept my immune system from eating my own organs.Next to the pills was a receipt Chelsea had left out. Four hundred dollars for groceries.I picked up the bottle. It felt heavy.My life was expensive. My breath was a luxury item that my sister was paying for with her dignity.I thought about the photo on Crawford Confessions. The rain. The jacket. The comments calling her a whore, a