All Chapters of Bad boy's obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Belle’s POV I shouldn’t have come here. That thought stayed with me the entire walk down the hallway, repeating softly in the back of my mind—not loud enough to stop me, just loud enough to remind me that something about this wasn’t right. The corridor was too quiet. Not empty—quiet. Like the building itself knew this part wasn’t meant to be used anymore. My fingers tightened slightly around the strap of my bag as I slowed near the turn. That turn. I hadn’t walked past it in months. Not since… My chest tightened. Not since Luke. The memory came back without permission—sharp, unfinished. Him standing just at the edge of that hallway, glancing back once like he almost saw me, like he almost said something— But he didn’t. He just disappeared behind that corner. Into that classroom. The one no one talked about. The one no one entered. The one with the sign. I swallowed slowly as I stepped forward. The turn came into view. And there it was. The door at the far end. F

Belle’s POV---“You’re late.”The words didn’t move through the air the way they should have.They settled.Heavy.Like they had been waiting for me specifically—waiting long enough to lose the need to sound human when they were finally spoken.My breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throat.The person standing at the end of the hallway didn’t look unfamiliar.That was the problem.They should have.Every instinct I had told me I didn’t know them.But something deeper—something quieter—whispered the opposite.You’ve seen this before.I swallowed slowly.“…Do I know you?” I asked.My voice didn’t sound like mine.Too careful.Too measured.Like I was trying not to break something fragile that already felt cracked.They tilted their head slightly.The same way someone does when they’re listening to something you can’t hear.“You did,” they said.Did.Past tense.My pulse stuttered.“What does that mean?”No answer.Mason shifted slightly in front of me.Not enough to block m

Belle’s POV I don’t remember driving home. That terrified me more than anything else. Not the hallway. Not Luke appearing in front of me. Not even the way he looked at me like I had abandoned him. It was the empty space afterward. One second I was standing in the dark hallway trying to breathe through the panic crushing my ribs. The next— I was pulling into my driveway. Engine still running. Hands locked around the steering wheel so tightly my fingers hurt. I stared blankly through the windshield. The house sat quietly beneath the fading evening sky. Normal. Completely normal. And somehow that felt wrong. Because nothing inside me was normal anymore. I turned off the engine slowly. Silence rushed in immediately. Too fast. Too heavy. For a second, I couldn’t move. My body felt disconnected from me. Like my mind had fallen half a step behind reality. I looked down at my hands. Still clean. No blood. But I couldn’t stop seeing it any

Belle’s POV“It remembers you.”Those three words stayed inside my head long after Luke disappeared.Not echoed.Stayed.Like they belonged there.Like something inside me recognized them.Ethan kept talking.His hands were on my shoulders now, grounding me gently while shattered glass glittered across my bedroom floor.“Belle, look at me.”I tried.God, I tried.But my mind felt wrong.Loose.Unstable.Like reality itself had started slipping at the edges.“There was someone here,” I whispered.Ethan’s expression tightened immediately.“Who?”“The thing that took Luke.”The second the words left my mouth—Pain exploded behind my eyes.I gasped sharply and grabbed my head.Not a headache.Worse.Pressure.Like something inside my skull physically resisted the sentence.Ethan crouched closer instantly.“Belle?”“There was a d-door and Luke was—”The memory twisted violently.For one horrifying second—I couldn’t remember Luke’s face.My breath caught instantly.No.No no no.Panic surg

Belle’s POVSome houses remember things.Not memories.Not moments.Things.The kind that settle into walls slowly.The kind that wait beneath floorboards.Breathing quietly while families pretend not to hear them.I stood frozen in the middle of the living room while the knocking continued beneath us.Three slow knocks.Then silence.Then three more.Not random.Patient.Like something underneath the house understood waiting better than humans did.The rain outside had softened now, but somehow that made everything worse.Storms at least sounded alive.This silence felt dead.Ethan’s flashlight shook slightly in his hand as he stared at the old storage door near the kitchen.The door I suddenly couldn’t stop looking at.My chest tightened painfully.Because now that I remembered it existed—I couldn’t understand how I had forgotten it for so long.It had always been there.Always.Old white paint peeling near the edges.A rusted brass knob.Faint scratches near the bottom like someth