All Chapters of The Bully's Regret: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Cyrus BlackwoodShe was sitting at the cafeteria table like nothing had happened the previous week. As if she had not nearly been crushed beneath the weight of a speeding truck. As if her life had not hung by a thread that I of all people had cut just in time. But then again, what did I expect her to do? Break down in the middle of campus? Walk around thanking me like I had done something noble? The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth.I rubbed my eyes as I walked over to grab a tray, the fluorescent lights above doing nothing to ease the pounding behind my temples. I had skipped breakfast, my stomach now reminding me of that decision with a dull ache. Maybe food would distract me. Maybe it would quiet the noise in my head. I could not stop thinking about that day. The memory of screeching tires, the feel of her wrist in my grip, the way her body had stumbled into mine. Someone pulled out the chair across from her and sat down like he belonged there.Adrian.My jaw tightened ins

Cyrus Blackwood“No! Not there. Move it a little left.” I ordered, my voice cutting cleanly through the noise of shuffling feet and dragging equipment. A group of boys paused mid-step, exchanging uncertain looks before adjusting their grip on the large banner stretched between them.It tilted awkwardly for a second before settling into place again. “Your left, not mine,” I added sharply, already stepping forward. “Do I have to do everything myself?”One of them muttered something under his breath, but he still shifted the pole a few inches. I narrowed my eyes, taking a step back to examine it properly. The banner stretched across the front of the boys’ manor, bold and excessive, just like everything else about this place.Still crooked. “Stop.” I lifted a hand. “Hold it there.”I walked a few steps to the side, tilting my head slightly as I assessed the alignment against the windows and pillars. The manor itself stood like a statement. perfect. Lights had already been strung along the

Wren CarterI was honestly amazed. Stepping into whatever this party was, there was one thing I didn’t expect for it to be a full-fledged formal ball-dinner. Like seriously? These elites surely had a way to flaunt their money. My jaw practically dropped at the stunning view and I couldn’t believe for a second that our college’s mediocre event hall could look this extravagant. “You good?” Gen, who thankfully had decided to accompany me and even went through the trouble of lending me her stunning dress that I was wearing, asked looking at my expression. I rubbed my hands along the soft fabric of red silk that flowed down elegantly till my ankles and had the audacity to show one of my hideous legs through the slit it was bearing on the right side. “Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Just…haven’t been to events like these before so it’s a little…new, I guess,” I responded."Don't worry. You’ll get used to it. But remember just one thing that I told you. Whatever happens, don’t shrink! Don’t let them

Cyrus BlackwoodThe music thumps through my chest, but it was nothing compared to the way my pulse spiked when I saw her in his arms. Adrian’s hand was at her waist and she was looking up at him like he hadn't spent years breathing the same air as her without ever earning that look. My jaw tightens as I lean against the wall, fingers curling around my glass until I’m pretty sure it might crack.Then he said something. I don’t hear it. I don’t need to. Because Wren… giggles again. The kind that bubbles out of her chest like she forgot how heavy the world is. My world tilts. I’ve heard her laugh before—sharp, sarcastic, laced with defiance every time she snapped back at me. I remember every single one. But this? This is different. This is light. Unburdened. And it was never for me.Something ugly twisted in my chest. Rage. It claws up my throat, aimed straight at Adrian, because who the hell does he think he is? But beneath it, there’s something worse. Something I don’t want to name. My

Cyrus Blackwood I stood there for what felt like forever after she ran. My cheek still stung from the slap. But it was nothing compared to the mess tearing through my chest. What the hell had I just done?I dragged a hand through my hair harshly, pacing once before stopping dead in the middle of the room. My breathing was uneven, my thoughts even worse. One second I had been watching her with Adrian and the next—I lost it. Completely. I had seen his hands on her waist. Seen her smiling at him. Seen him getting too close. And something inside me snapped so violently I couldn’t think straight anymore.I just wanted her away from him. Wanted her looking at me again.Wanted—“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath, pressing my palms against my eyes. I shouldn’t have kissed her like that. Not after everything I had put her through. Not after spending months making her life miserable. I should’ve been patient. I should’ve earned my way back instead of cornering her like some jealous idiot who co