All Chapters of Am I in love with the Billionaire's Son?: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Silver I snapped.Something inside me cracked. Maybe it was the exhaustion. Maybe it was Stella's insults still echoing in my head. Maybe it was Javier's apology and Henry's cruelty colliding in my chest like two trains running full speed toward each other.Or maybe I was just done.Done with the blackmail. Done with the parties. Done with being treated like I was nothing."Wait," I said, my voice louder than I intended.Henry stopped walking. He didn't even turn around. Just stood there with his back to me, like I wasn't worth the effort of eye contact."I don't have time for—""Your girlfriend cornered me."That made him turn.His blue eyes narrowed. The smirk on his face faded just a fraction. "What?""Stella. Your red-haired attack dog." I stepped closer, my fists shaking at my sides. The words poured out of me like a dam breaking. "She showed up at your gate two days ago. Right after you humiliated me. And she called me every name in the book."I watched his face carefully. L

Silver I told myself I was fine.I told myself that seeing Stella in Henry's bed meant nothing. That the way my stomach had dropped was purely because I was disgusted. That the image of her red hair spread across his pillow hadn't haunted me all night.I told myself a lot of lies. Now I was standing outside his mansion again, clutching my psychology textbook like a shield, preparing to spend another morning with the most infuriating person on the planet. Good thing we had progressed on the project a few more steps and I wouldn't have to see his face anymore. Rich kid."Professional," I muttered to myself. "Be professional. This is about the project. Nothing else."I knocked this time. Because walking in unannounced felt too intimate after everything. Henry opened the door looking annoyingly fresh. No hangover or guilt. Just those fiery blue eyes and that stupid smirk that made me want to scream."Gold," he said. "You're early.""I'm on time. You're just perpetually late to everyt

Henry I couldn't stop thinking about her. It was pathetic. Absolutely bloody pathetic. I had spent the entire morning trying to focus on anything else: the stock market, my emails, the stack of assignments I was ignoring but nothing worked.Her face kept popping into my head. The way she had turned away at the last second. The panic in her hazel eyes. The way her breath had hitched when my lips brushed her cheek.She had been terrified. Not me. Of the kiss itself. And that realization had been clicking around in my brain like a marble in an empty room. Have you ever been kissed, Silver? She didn’t answer. Or denied it. She hadn't even tried to lie convincingly.Which meant...I grinned to myself."Javier," I called out.He was sitting on the other end of the couch, pretending to study. His textbook was open, but his eyes had been glazed over for the past twenty minutes."Yeah?" he said without looking up."I think little Miss Perfect has never been touched."Javier's hand froze o

Silver What was I thinking? Leaving Emily at the bar should have been my first mistake but I didn’t think it through, I just needed to show myself that Henry had nothing on me and going to a stranger's house was the best way to do it or so thought.“I should have stayed.”I whispered to myself, slight regret but it was too late.“What did you say?”The stranger from the bar asked me before handing me a drink. It was quite obvious I was a nervous wreck, I mean I had never done this before.But he smiled at me.His apartment was close by. It was a ten-minute walk through streets I didn't recognize, past buildings I had never noticed. He talked the entire time about his band and his ex-girlfriend and his plans to move to New York someday. His voice was easy, it made me want to trust him.We sat on the couch. He put on music. Something slow and acoustic. Something I didn't recognize but pretended to like. "You're quiet," he said, stretching his arm along the back of the couch."I'm j

SilverThe hospital lights were too bright either that or I was still just recovering. Everything was too bright. Too white or too clean. The kind of sterile that made your skin crawl and your eyes ache. The blanket around my shoulders was thin and scratchy and smelled like bleach and sadness. My wrists were wrapped in bandages where the rope had burned through my skin. The bruises on my arms were already turning purple. Emily sat beside me on the narrow hospital bed, holding my hand like she was afraid I would disappear if she let go. Her mascara had run down her cheeks hours ago, leaving dark streaks that made her look like a sad raccoon in pink glitter. Her hair was a mess. Her eyes were puffy.She hadn't left. Not once."You should sleep," I said for the third time."I'm not sleeping.""Emily—""I'm not leaving you alone." Her voice cracked. "Not tonight. Not ever. So stop asking."I didn't have the energy to argue. My body felt heavy and hollow. Like someone had scooped out ever