All Chapters of Am I in love with the Billionaire's Son?: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SilverMy heart wouldn’t stop racing as I crouched behind the tall hedge across from Henry’s demi-mansion. The two men in suits had already gone inside, and the entire house now felt alive with tension.I don’t even know what pushed me to do this, why was going this hard? I had come here looking for dirt anything I could use to force my way out of that nightmare project pairing. But this… this was something else entirely. Finding out what was going on could easily buy me a ticket to saying goodbye to this idiot.I waited a few more minutes, making sure no one else was watching the street, then slipped out from behind the hedge. My palms were sweaty as I moved quickly towards the side of the house. The back door was slightly ajar. Thank God. I pushed it open just enough to squeeze through, my breath shallow and quick. The moment I stepped inside, Henry’s voice exploded from the main living area.“This is not right! You have no fucking authority to be here!”I froze against the wall, m

HenryI stepped out of the bedroom and shut the door with a heavy click, twisting the lock firmly. Silver was still trapped inside, no doubt breathing hard against the wall where I had pinned her just moments ago. The memory of her flushed cheeks and wide hazel eyes sent a dark thrill through me, but I couldn’t indulge it yet. Not while those two bastards were still destroying my house.I pressed my forehead against the wooden door for a second, jaw clenched. “Don’t you dare move an inch, Silver,” I warned through the door, my voice low, dangerous, and dripping with promise. “If I come back and find you’ve tried to snoop around or run… I swear on everything, I’ll make the rest of your year at Ravenport a living nightmare. You’ll regret ever stepping foot in this house. Stay. Put.”Satisfied with my threat, I turned and stormed back toward the living room, my blood still boiling from the entire situation. The demi-mansion that was supposed to be my sanctuary now looked like a war zone.

SilverThe walk back to my dorm felt endless. Every step sent a dull ache through my sore knees, a painful reminder of the humiliating scene I had just endured. My hands were raw from picking up scattered papers and files off Henry’s floor. My back throbbed from bending and crawling like some servant while he watched me with that arrogant, satisfied smirk on his face.By the time I pushed open the door to my room, it was almost midnight. The humiliation still burned deep in my chest. I had actually cleaned up after his mess. On my hands and knees. While he sat there like a king, mocking me. The memory made my stomach twist with anger and embarrassment. How had I let things get this bad? I was supposed to be here to focus on my future, to become a lawyer who fought for justice, not some rich boy’s personal maid.I dropped my bag on the floor and collapsed onto my bed face-first, letting out a long, exhausted groan. My body felt heavy, drained both physically and emotionally. All I want

Henry I couldn't stop thinking about her. It was pathetic. Absolutely bloody pathetic. I sat in my living room, staring at the spot where she had stood just hours ago. The spot where she had looked at me with those hazel eyes full of fury and something else. Something I didn't want to name."Get a grip," I muttered to myself. But I couldn't. How could I? She was different and she always found a way of circling herself back into my life.Her voice echoed in my head. "You're disgusting." The way she said it. Like she meant it. Like she actually, genuinely hated me.Good. That was the goal. I wanted her to hate me. Then why did it feel like someone was twisting a knife in my chest every time I thought about it? I ran my hands through my hair and groaned. This was ridiculous. She was nobody. A scholarship girl with a smart mouth and zero respect for authority. She meant nothing. Liar. I threw a pillow across the room. Before I could spiral further, my front door burst open. Javier

Silver The party was supposed to start in two hours, and I was pretty sure my soul had left my body sometime around noon.I had been at Henry's mansion since 8 AM. Eight. In the morning. On a Saturday. While normal college students were sleeping off their Friday night, I was directing caterers, arguing with a decorator about the difference between champagne and gold, and physically stopping a delivery driver from dropping an entire tray of hors d'oeuvres on the floor."No, the table goes against the wall ," I said for the fifth time.The decorator looked at me like I had grown a second head. "Mr. Williams requested—""Mr. Williams can request all he wants. I'm the one who's been here for twelve hours, so the table goes against the wall."She huffed but moved it.I didn't care if she hated me. I just wanted this night to be over.By 8 PM, the mansion was transformed. Gold everywhere. String lights across the ceiling. A DJ setting up in the backyard. Caterers circulating with trays