All Chapters of THE DEVIL'S BOY TOY: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

118 Chapters

A life without him

Ryker's POVI made my way through the crowd of female students flooding the hallway, most of them carrying pool noodles, sunglasses, towels, and bright little bags stuffed with sunscreen and whatever rich girls brought to parties. Laughter bounced off the dorm walls as they rushed past me in groups, perfume and excitement trailing behind them.There was some huge pool party happening at the Sovereigns House, and apparently half the campus had been invited.I could not have cared less.I had not seen or heard from Leo in a full month.At first, I told myself he was resting. Then I told myself he was busy. Then I told myself maybe his phone had been taken or maybe he just needed time. But as the days stacked on top of each other, worry had curdled into something far uglier.Panic.Leo was not answering my calls. He was not returning my texts. Every message I sent sat there like a stone dropped into deep water. To make things worse, Vanessa had vanished too. No replies. No calls. No acci

Hard Enough

Leo's POV I limped all the way to my father's office, refusing to grant him the satisfaction of seeing me depend on that stupid walking stick for sustenance. Every step felt like someone had buried glass under my skin and asked me to dance on it, but I kept going anyway. Pain had become ordinary now. It followed me like a shadowIf I reached for the cane, he would smirk. If I showed weakness, he would feast on it.The man was a nutcase. When I got to the office doors, I pushed them open without knocking.If he was angry, he could shoot me again.I couldn't care less.The room smelled of polished wood and leather. Heavy curtains framed the tall windows, muting the daylight into something dull and lifeless. My father sat behind his desk with a folder in one hand and a glass of something amber in the other. He looked up slowly, e

Centre of all the attention

Leo’s POVThe SUV pulled into the school premises right in the middle of the student hangout area, exactly where my father had ordered they drop me off. Of course he had chosen the busiest possible spot. He wanted me to make an entrance. He wanted eyes on me. He wanted everyone to notice the limp, the walking stick, so his stupid media lie about me being involved in an accident would seem more believable.Even pain had to serve his image.Paulo sat beside me in the backseat, clipboard balanced on one knee, his expression calm, he adjusted his glasses and glanced down at my leg.“Young master, remember you are not to put too much strain on it,” he said in his accented voice. “Pressure, yes. Too much pressure, no. That is not good for healing.”I only nodded, what else was I going to say?My father had demanded that Paulo follow me to school at least until his session with me was over and another doctor had to step in, exactly like we did at home.If this was a regular situation I woul

What it is and What it isn't.

Ryker’s POVI slurped the rest of my small portion of spaghetti and chased it down with a cup of water that had already gone warm. It was past three in the afternoon and I was only just having breakfast, if cold cafeteria pasta could be considered breakfast. We’d had a surprise test that morning, one of those evil little academic ambushes lecturers seemed to enjoy, so I skipped food and ran to class half awake and fully unprepared.I was also fairly certain I had done terribly.Nothing says academic failure like stuffing yourself with carbohydrates in public.I scraped the last forkful from the plate and leaned back in my chair, letting out a sigh. Around me, the cafeteria hummed with its usual midday chaos. Trays clattered. Chairs scraped. Students laughed. Someone at the next table was arguing about football statistics with so much intensity you'd think he was the teams coached or something.I was just about to stand and head back to my dorm when the doors burst open and a group o

Avoid the suspicion

Leonardo's POVI pulled the apartment door open, and the first thing I saw was Catherine springing up from the couch like she'd been waiting there for hours."Oh my God."She rushed toward me before I could even step inside. Her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, nearly knocking the breath out of me, and for a second I just stood there, stiff and exhausted, while her perfume swallowed the air around us.“Leo?" she blurted against my shoulder. "Do you know how worried I was? No one would tell me anything. I called and called and nobody answered. What happened to you?"I carefully peeled her arms off me and stepped further into the apartment, using the cane to steady myself. The door shut behind me with a heavy slam that echoed through the room."I'm here now," I said simply.That did nothing to calm her.She followed me across the living room, questions spilling out of her mouth faster than I could dodge them."Why do you have a cane? Why are you limping? Why didn't anyone let me se

Wait for your sake

Ryker's POV Students were still crowding the hallway near the school cafeteria, all of them buzzing like bees around sugar. Some sat on the floor with wrapped gifts in their laps. Some leaned against the walls pretending not to care while fixing their hair every time footsteps sounded nearby. Others whispered loudly about how they hoped he would smile at them, wave at them, maybe even say their names. I stood near the back, arms folded, trying to look like I wasn't there for the same reason. Hours passed. The hallway that had once been noisy enough to shake the walls slowly thinned out. People began checking their phones, sighing dramatically, complaining that their feet hurt or that they had tutorials early the next morning. Every time the elevator dinged or a door opened somewhere down the corridor, heads snapped up in unison.Every single time, disap

Alone with you.

Leonardo's POV Catherine was fast asleep beside me, her breathing soft and even, one hand resting across the sheets where my body had been moments ago. I stared at the ceiling.Sleep would not come. The room felt too warm, every blink dragged me back to that house, to the crack of gunfire, to blood on polished floors, to my father's calm face while I screamed. Even here, miles away, he occupied every inch of space.I couldn't breathe in this room anymore. Carefully, I slipped out of bed and reached for the shirt draped over the chair. My leg protested the second I stood. Pain crawled upward through bone and muscle like fire ants. I looked at the cane leaning against the nightstand. Wood. Metal. Humiliation.A prop to keep me moving.A souvenir from my father. "Fu

Falling all over again.

Ryker's POV I made my way back to my room with my whole chest aching for him. The campus path was nearly empty now, lit only by scattered lamps and the distant glow of dorm windows. My footsteps sounded louder than usual, almost as if the night itself wanted to remind me that I was walking alone. But I didn't feel alone.Leo's face was still with me.The tiredness in his eyes. The way he tried to act like he wasn't in pain. The stiffness in every movement. The way he had said so little while somehow telling me everything. How difficult must life be for him?How heavy must every single day feel?To wake up and already know your choices were not your own. To speak lies you did not create. To smile for cameras while bleeding behind closed doors. To be raised by a father who cared more a

Permission Slip

Ryker’s POV I woke to the smell of alcohol. For a second, I thought I had slept in the wrong room, until I looked properly and saw Oliver and Chris sprawled across Oliver’s bed like two casualties of war. Both of them were in nothing but their boxers, one leg thrown over the other, mouths open, dead to the world. I burst out laughing. Chris had somehow ended up using Oliver’s stomach as a pillow, while Oliver’s arm was hanging off the bed with an empty beer can still clutched in his hand like a trophy. “What the hell happened here?” I muttered. Neither of them moved. I shook my head, still laughing as I got dressed for class. I grabbed two bottles of water from the mini fridge, found the aspirin in my drawer, and placed everything neatly on the beds

Puppet Strings

Leo’s POV Paulo’s hands pressed into my leg with practiced patience, thumbs working into muscle like he was trying to convince it to remember something it had forgotten. Pain bloomed in slow waves, sharp then dull, then sharp again, like my body couldn’t decide whether to punish me or give up. I stared at the ceiling. “You’re tensing again,” Paulo said calmly. “Relax.” “I am relaxed.” “No,” he corrected gently, “you are performing relaxation. There is a difference.” I let out a quiet breath through my teeth and forced my leg to stay still while he continued massaging the area around the injury. The sensation was unbearable in a way that almost felt clean. Like burning out rot. “You are improving,

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