All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S BOY TOY: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

  Ryker's POV I scratched at my hair as I walked into my dorm building, dragging myself up the stairs like each step personally offended me. It was already noon, the kind of late that made you feel useless before the day had even properly started. I had not bothered leaving the hotel after Leo stormed out. I needed time. Time to think, time to breathe, time to stop feeling like my chest had been opened and rearranged by a madman. Instead, I spent hours lying in that giant bed, staring at the ceiling and hating myself.I was a fool.There was no sweeter word for it.After everything Leo had done, after the lies, the engagement, the constant confusion, my heart still could not decide whether to stay angry at him or run straight back into the fire. He said we were going to talk later, and the worst part was how stupidly happy that made me. What was wrong with me? 

  Ryker's POV “You stupid son of a bitch!” Vanessa practically screamed at me. I flinched so hard my shoulders jerked, but I stayed rooted to the spot. Her voice bounced through the hallway like a siren, loud enough that someone down the corridor opened their door a crack before wisely shutting it again. Vanessa stared at me as if I had personally offended the laws of common sense. Then she glanced around once, muttered something under her breath, and grabbed my wrist. Before I could even protest, she started dragging me farther away from my room. “Where are we going?” I asked, stumbling after her. “Somewhere quiet,” she snapped. “And you’re going to tell me every exact thing that happened, plus what gave you ties to my cousin anyway.” She didn’t loosen her grip until we got

  Ryker's POV “None of the calls are going through,” I muttered, staring at my phone like I could bully it into changing its mind.The screen stayed the same. Unreachable. Unavailable. Every failed attempt made my chest feel tighter, like something invisible had wrapped itself around my ribs and kept pulling. I looked up at Vanessa, unable to hide the worry in my voice anymore.“Is he going to be okay?” She turned toward me and rubbed my shoulder gently, the anger from earlier replaced by something softer.Vanessa was loud, dramatic, and capable of insults that could peel paint off walls, but she also knew exactly when to be kind.“He’s probably fine,” she said. “Let’s not overcomplicate things.” I nodded, even though I found it almost impossible to believe her. Nothing about Leonardo&rsq

Ryker's POV “Tell us everything. Did you really mouth off to those idiots? Word for word. Leave nothing out.” Oliver spoke out.I dropped my bag beside my bed and tried not to smile too hard. “Surprisingly, yeah,” I answered, still half shocked by it myself.Both of them erupted at once.“Cool” Oliver yelled, slapping his knee.I laughed and sat down. The whole thing still felt unreal. Me, talking back? Me, standing there and refusing to shrink? If someone had told me a month ago that I would do that, I would have asked what they were smoking.Chris crossed his arms. “Okay, but what exactly did you say?”I repeated it all, from the moment they stopped me in the hallway to the second I took off my glasses and told them I was too exhausted to care about their insults. I even copied the look on their faces when I walked past them.Oliver let out a howl of laughter “You removed your glasses?” he wheezed. “Like some revenge movie hero?”“I did not do it dramatically,” I protested.“You ab

Catherine's POVI was getting kind of sick of whatever was going on.The feeling had started as irritation sometime during the first week, which turned into anger during the second, and by the third it had become something far uglier. A restless and crawling frustration that followed me everywhere. I carried it to lectures, into lunch with friends, into late-night showers, into bed. It sat on my chest when I woke and whispered the same question every morning.What exactly was happening?I had not seen Leo in nearly three weeks.Three full weeks.Not one visit. Not one proper explanation. Even if he had missed his big speech so damn what?Nothing was worth going of the grid for almost a month.The day everything started replayed in my head constantly, The Goldman event had been meant to be perfect. My first time attending. My dress was perfect, my hair done, my makeup glowing under ballroom lights. I had imagined photographs, introductions, whispers about how elegant we looked togeth