Todos os capítulos de RIVAL'S TO LOVER'S: My Step Brother Is Now My Roommate : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

HAYDEN’S POV: I didn’t remember moving.One second, Stephen was walking away from me—his shoulders stiff, his voice cold in a way I had never heard before and the next, he was on the ground.It happened too fast.The sound of his body hitting the ground echoed in my head like a gunshot and everything inside me just… snapped.“Stephen!”I was the first person to reach him.Or maybe i wasn’t, Maybe i just thought i was. Everything blurred together—shouts, footsteps, someone swearing under their breath but all I could see was him, lying there and not moving.My chest tightened so violently it felt like it might cave in on itself.“Hey..hey, Stephen…” My voice came out rough, shaking in a way i couldn’t control. I dropped to my knees beside him, my hands hovering uselessly over his body. I didn’t know where to touch, what to do, how to fix this.His eyes were closed.“Why isn’t he waking up?” I demanded, my voice breaking. “Stephen…come on, man, this isn’t funny…”“It’s not funny,” someo

HAYDEN’S POV:Hospitals have a way of making everything feel louder and quieter at the same time.The hum of fluorescent lights. The distant roll of carts. The occasional beep of machines that never seemed to stop. It all blended into this constant noise that somehow made the silence in my head worse.I stood outside his room, staring at the door like it might open on its own and call me in.He didn’t.My hand hovered near the handle, fingers twitching slightly. I had been standing here for… I didn’t even know how long. It would have been minutes or maybe longer. Time felt warped, stretched thin by the weight pressing down on my chest.I deserved this.That thought had been on repeat since the moment he hit the ground.Since the moment the words left my mouth.I swallowed hard, my throat tight as I replayed it again—his face, the way everything in him just… shut down. The way he didn’t even fight back, yell or argue.He just looked at me like I had broken something that couldn’t be fi

HAYDEN’S POV:The second the door clicked shut behind me, the air changed.It felt heavy, tense and suffocating.Stephen was sitting up in the bed now, he was no longer the pale, unmoving version of himself burned into my memory. There was life in him again but it wasn’t relief I saw.It was anger, not just anger, it was something colder than betrayal.My chest tightened so hard it almost hurt to breathe.“Stephen…”“Don’t.”The word cut through me instantly. I froze mid-step. His eyes were locked on mine, burning with something i had never seen directed at me before. Not even when we fought or when things got bad.This was different.“What the hell was that?” he demanded, his voice rough but strong enough to hit like a punch.I swallowed, my throat dry. “I can explain….”“Explain?” he let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Explain what, Hayden? The part where you kissed me while i was unconscious? Or the part where the entire world saw it before i even knew what the hell happene

STEPHEN’S POV:The pity was worse than the hate. I didn’t expect that.I thought people would pick sides, throw words, make noise , anything loud enough to match the chaos that had already exploded across campus. But instead, what I got… were soft looks, tilted heads and careful voices.Like I was something fragile and I had been broken.I noticed it the moment i stepped into campus that morning. Conversations didn’t stop when I walked by—they just changed.“Is that him?”“Yeah… that’s Stephen.”“I feel so bad for him.”That word again. Like I was a victim in a story everyone else had already decided the ending to.I kept my face blank, my shoulders squared, pretending like none of it got to me. But it did. Every glance, every whisper—it all settled under my skin.Because the worst part?None of them were completely wrong.The story had spread. Of course it had. Not just the video, but everything surrounding it. People had filled in the gaps, built their own narrative out of half-trut

HAYDEN’S POV:I didn’t expect her to come.By the time I got called out of class, my stomach was already tight with dread. There were only a few reasons a parent showed up at school unannounced, and none of them were good.Was it the suspension or the fighting?All of it stacked up into one giant, unavoidable mess. I already knew what this was going to be.Disappointment, anger and that look—the one that made you feel about two inches tall without a single word being said.So yeah… I wasn’t ready when I saw her.She was standing just outside the administrative office, arms folded loosely, her posture calm.“Mom,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.She turned immediately, her eyes landing on me, scanning me in that quiet, observant way she had. Taking everything in—the faint bruise on my jaw, the cut on my lip, the way I held myself like I was bracing for impact.For a second, neither of us said anything.Then I looked away first. “I’m sorry,” I said quickly, the word