All Chapters of Bad boy's obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Belle had mastered the art of being invisible. Not the kind where people couldn’t see her—no, they saw her just fine. They just never looked twice. And honestly, she preferred it that way. At Princeton College, attention was currency. The louder you were, the richer you seemed. The more reckless, the more admired. It was a world built on noise, chaos, and reputation. Belle didn’t belong to any of that. She walked through the campus gates with her usual quiet steps, her bag slung over one shoulder, fingers loosely gripping the strap like it anchored her to something steady. Her outfit was simple—a soft, fitted top tucked into a short skirt that brushed mid-thigh, paired with sneakers that made barely a sound against the pavement. Her glasses sat neatly on her nose, framing eyes that noticed everything… even if no one noticed her. Groups of students filled the courtyard, laughter echoing in bursts. Conversations overlapped—weekend parties, hookups, gossip. Especially gossip. “Did

Belle POVThe house didn’t feel like home anymore.It hadn’t for a long time.Belle stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind her with the same care she used for everything else in her life—gentle, controlled, unnoticed.Her phone buzzed in her hand.She didn’t need to look.She already knew.Still—Her screen lit up.Mom calling…Her fingers tightened slightly around the phone.It rang.And rang.Then stopped.A second later—Dad calling…Belle exhaled slowly, her expression unreadable.She watched it this time.Watched the name.Watched the screen glow.Watched it fade.Ignored.A message popped up almost immediately after.She didn’t open it.Didn’t need to.Because whatever it said… it would sound the same.Come downstairs.We need to talk.Belle, please.Her jaw clenched slightly.They lost the right to ask.A long time ago.From the living room, their voices carried faintly through the house.Low.Heavy.“…she’s ignoring us again,” her mother’s voice cracked

Ethan POVThe classroom buzzed with low chatter, chairs scraping lightly against the floor as students settled in. Ethan leaned back in his seat, one arm draped lazily over the chair beside him, gaze half-focused on the front.Half-focused.Because the other half?Was on her.Belle sat near the window, exactly where he expected. Same posture. Same quiet presence. Same headphones tucked neatly over her ears like the world outside didn’t exist.Like they didn’t exist.Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly.“She does that everywhere…” he muttered under his breath.The lecturer’s voice cut through the room, sharp and commanding.“Settle down.”Silence followed almost immediately.A middle-aged man with a strict posture and even stricter expression, he turned to the board and began writing, chalk scratching loudly against the surface.Ethan tried—he really did—to focus.But his gaze kept drifting.Back to her.She hadn’t moved.Hadn’t looked up.Hadn’t even pretended to care.Her pen rested loose

Ethan POVSomething was off.Ethan felt it before he even saw her.The school buzzed like always—laughter spilling too loudly into the halls, lockers slamming, voices overlapping in meaningless noise. It was the kind of chaos he usually ignored without effort. None of it ever held his attention long enough to matter.But today…His focus was already somewhere else.Unconsciously, his eyes drifted toward the entrance.Scanning.Waiting—though he wouldn’t admit it.Then—There.Belle.She stepped through the gates like she always did. Quiet. Controlled. Almost invisible if you weren’t looking for her.But he was.And instantly—he knew.Something had changed.Ethan’s eyes narrowed slightly, his body going still in a way that was almost predatory.Her steps were the same.Her posture… the same.But her face—It was colder.Not the usual indifference that irritated him. Not the distant calm that made her unreadable.This was different.This was… empty.Like someone had taken everything ins

Ethan POVHe didn’t move at first.Even after the sobs softened.Even after the storm inside her quieted into something fragile and uneven.Ethan stayed where he was—just a few steps away, hidden behind the tree, his gaze fixed on her like looking away might make her disappear.Because now he knew.Not everything.But enough.Enough to understand that what she carried wasn’t something small.Wasn’t something she could just “get over.”It was heavy.It was guilt.And it was slowly destroying her.His jaw tightened slightly.“…damn it, Belle…”The words left his lips quietly, almost swallowed by the stillness of the river.For a moment, he considered staying where he was.Letting her have this moment alone.Letting her rebuild herself the way she always did—silently, carefully, without anyone seeing.That’s what she would want.That’s what she was used to.But something in him rejected that idea immediately.Because now that he had seen it—Really seen it—He couldn’t pretend he didn’t.