Todos os capítulos de Beauty In The Boy's Dorm : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Robert Blackwood’s Point of ViewThe sound of the monitor beeping cut through my ears as I stepped into the room where Avery was kept. My eyes fell on her motionless body on the bed, and my hands balled into a fist beside me.Her complexion was paler than the last time I came here; she looked thinner, too, and I felt a sharp twist in my heart as I looked at the woman I could hardly recognize.She can’t die now, not before I atone for all of my sins towards her, and towards my son, Xavier. My eyes flickered to the side to meet the green eyes that belonged to Dr. Francesca. Her shoulders were hunched forward in the white coat she was wearing.“I thought you said she was getting better,” I asked curiously, and she stiffened.“Yes, Honorable Minister.” Her voice trembled as she answered me.“Then why isn’t she waking up?” I asked again, and she fell silent, her eyes darting towards the nurses who also had nothing to say.Silence broke through us, and I leaned forward.“Do you think all th

Christian’s Point of View“Christian!” I heard my name followed by multiple repeated bangs on the door, my eyes darted from the iPad in my hands, and towards the door, where the endless knocking came from.“Lana?” I muttered in disbelief as soon as I recognized her voice. What was she doing here so early in the morning? I got up from my bed, slipping on my flipflops, before waltzing to the door.Her beautiful amber eyes hardened the moment they saw me, and I could see my reflection in her eyes. For a minute, I was lost in how ethereal it feels to gaze into her eyes… It’s like staring at the rising sun.“Hi, babe.” My lips twisted into a smile on their own. I was filled with the urge to kiss her, but I couldn’t kiss her right in the hallway, so I grabbed her by the front of her shirt and yanked her inside.“Was it you?” She asked curiously, and my eyebrows shot up almost immediately. “Were you the one who paid for my family’s debt?”Oh… that?Was that the reason she was so worked up?I

Christian’s Point of ViewMy father usually isn’t bothered about what I do or what happens to me, partly because he knows I could take care of myself, and also maybe because he expects nothing from me.I was the useless son who solely depended on his wealthy father for everything.Just like my mother, he is obsessed with Xavier. He is always trying to get my brother to notice him, always desperate to be part of his life, even though Xavier has rejected him countless times.It used to bother me a lot how I became invisible to my own parents, and how everything was taken away from me, ever since that green-eyed bastard came into our lives, wet, cold, and miserable with his mother.But the older I became, the more used to it I got, and eventually, I stopped complaining, stopped craving for attention or validation.I stopped desperately trying to look good for both mother and father…so I just became the black sheep of the family.The one who always causes trouble.But one thing remained c

Xavier’s Point of View“Xavier and I go way back.” Bobby Baker said with a small grin, and I balled my hands at my side into fists.Bobby Baker is the son of Grant Baker, a very close friend and acquaintance of my father, with whom they are in the same social gatherings and clubs, and they go way back.Bobby and I… no, we don’t.He is just someone I’m unfortunate to meet because his father knew my father.“What the hell do you want, Bobby?” I asked curiously.While I remain in this school, I was hoping to stay away from all the toxic kids of my father’s friendship circle, which was the reason I chose to remain in the shared dorm, away from their influence and rich kids’ bullshit.And that was the reason I stayed away from Christian.That was the reason I remained just Xavier… not Xavier Blackwood… just Xavier.I never even told my friends or roommates who I really am, because I would like to maintain this simplicity and anonymity that I had created for myself.Because poor people only

Robert’s Point of ViewI had been working all day in my study when my eyes flickered toward the photo on my desk—a framed headshot of my lovely Avery.In the photo, she wore a wide, toothy smile. It reminded me of the day I first met her.I remembered it vividly.I had just returned from France to marry my father’s business partner’s daughter, Lorenza Colton.The spoilt Italian-American heiress had been betrothed to me since we were seven. Hate is an understatement compared to what I felt for Lorenza—I detested her. But for the sake of my father’s business and our family empire, I agreed to the marriage.After all, happiness was a fickle thing.But there was something different about the girl who had just been employed at my father’s mansion.A maid, unlike any I had ever seen before.Avery Meyers.She was the light my dark soul had been starving for. Her beautiful green eyes were always bright, lighting up the room whenever she looked at me. She was like the first breath of spring—so