Todos los capítulos de Rule Number 1: Kissing Your Stepbrother Again Will Ruin You: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

ElowenThe frowns on their faces didn't make my nervousness get any better.I was completely surrounded by the choir students from earlier, and I must say, they were hands down the worst group of people I had ever been stuck with since I enrolled at Belmont Academy. None of them were helpful in anything. Everyone felt this constant, toxic need to be better than everyone else. They were always snobbish, hyper-critical, and judgmental, and I hated every single second of being in the same room as them.And right now, Mr. Jack was playing the pop demo I had spent all night painfully trying to write through the Bluetooth speaker. I had genuinely thought it was okay—at least for a beginner—but everyone’s faces here held a thing or two to say, and definitely not in a good way.The silence in the room was so heavy I was almost pushed to jump out of my seat, hit pause on the speaker, snatch my phone back, and go cry myself to sleep in my dorm room.Mr. Jack

Elowen "First of all," I said, pointing a sharp finger at his chest, "do not talk about my 'it.' That is a warning." A smile tugged at the corner of Zephyr's lips. It was a genuine, tiny smile—as if he was quietly relieved to see my usual feisty attitude return. "And secondly," I added, holding my head high, "not all women dress up purely for the male gaze!" "But the women who flaunts around me do, Blondie," Zephyr countered, that infuriating, arrogant smirk creeping right back onto his handsome face. I raised a clenched fist at him, glaring. "You are pushing it, Knox." His smile broadened... Fucking asshole! "Okay, okay, enough!" Ivy interrupted, stepping between us with her hands up. "As much as I am utterly living for this back-and-forth banter..." She turned to Zephyr, pointing a dramatic finger at him. "Listen to me, hockey man. Let's get one thing strai

Elowen's POV I sat frozen on the chair, unable to keep the utter shock from showing on my face. A scandal? What kind of terrible scandal could have possibly fallen upon Zephyr's father that was so shameful, so catastrophic, that Mirabelle had to erase it from the public eye entirely—to the point where nobody even knew if he was dead or alive?! Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind—the lavish gala from a few weeks ago. I remembered that wealthy, strange man who had called me in the grand hall, looking at me with those sharp, knowing eyes. He had told me that if I ever had questions about my new step-family, I should come to him. Mr. Hart, I recalled. His name was Mr. Hart. I shook my head slightly, trying to snap out of it. No. Stop it, Elowen. Anything concerning the Knox family shouldn't be your business, right? You shouldn't get involved in this... especially when there's clearly something dang

ElowenI stepped out of Zephyr’s car and immediately let out a long, heavy sigh.We were back at our apartment, and night had already fallen over the campus. Every single bone in my body felt completely exhausted. I just wanted to hit the sack and crawl under the covers because I already knew how chaotic and draining the following day—game day—was going to be for me.I shut the passenger door and turned around, expecting him to get out, but Zephyr stayed planted inside the car with the engine idling.I narrowed my eyes through the open window. "What's wrong?"He was staring down at his phone screen, a deep, frustrated frown pulling at the corners of his mouth."Is it your mum?" I asked before I could stop myself.Zephyr snapped his head up from his phone. "What?"I shrugged defensively, crossing my arms. "I mean... every time you get that specific frown on your face, it's always about your mummy issues."The second the words left my mouth, I

Elowen's Point Of View The Following Morning, I stepped out of the bathroom, my damp hair clinging to my neck. I put on my undies and pulled Zephyr’s oversized hockey jersey over my head. The fabric fell halfway down my thighs, swallowing me whole. The following morning had arrived way too fast, and I already knew the day was going to be a nightmare.Yeah, I'd foreseen that it would. I let out a sigh as I stepped up to the bathroom vanity and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes looked like someone had punched me in both sockets—completely swollen, puffy, and an angry, blotchy red. I hadn't slept a wink the entire night. Between fighting with Isa over the phone, letting her walk out on our lifelong friendship, and my brain refusing to shut off, I had spent hours staring at the ceiling and crying until my tear ducts were completely dry. I looked pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.