Todos los capítulos de DOOM AT THEIR DOORS: TALES OF ILLICIT LONGINGS : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The next morning, I honestly didn't even want to go to school. My body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and the memory of the night before made my cheeks burn hot. But Isabella had texted me early, reminding me that today was the big day. Our strict final year project supervisor was finally coming to class to announce our official teams.Even though Isabella had warned me that Aaron had probably already rigged the list behind the scenes, the supervisor hadn't made the official announcement yet, and we couldn't afford to miss it.I sat up on my bed and checked my phone. My notifications were still going crazy. When I opened the group chats, I saw that people were still using my custom stickers,the ones of me getting spanked and walking away from the court. But strangely, I didn't feel as humiliated anymore. Now that I had deleted the blackmail video from Aaron's phone, the heavy anchor tied around my neck was gone. I felt like a celebrity, famous for all the wrong reasons, bu

Isabella grabbed my arm the second I sat down, her eyes wide with shock. "Jess! What on earth just happened to your hair?! And I hope you heard what the supervisor just said?”I sighed heavily, leaning my head against the desk, and narrated the entire crazy morning to her from Emilian burning my tickets at the dump site to the epic catfight in the dirt.By the time I finished, Isabella looked like she was about to explode with rage."I am going to buy a baseball bat," Isabella whispered fiercely, her fists clenched tight. "I don't care about suspension. I am going to find Emilian and finish the job."I couldn't even laugh. Throughout the rest of the day's lectures, I wasn't myself at all. My mind kept drifting back to my burnt tickets, the ruined concert, and the fact that I was now forced to spend the entire semester working closely with Aaron Adams.By the time the afternoon bell rang, I felt completely exhausted.Casper was waiting for me outside in the family SUV, and the quiet dr

I staggered up from the bedroom floor, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and practically crawled out of my room. My legs felt like jelly, and my chest was tight with panic.As I dragged myself down the hallway toward the dining area, I heard my dad's voice echoing through the quiet house. He was talking to Aaron about the flash drive.My heart slammed against my ribs. No, no, no! He was showing my dad the video!"Ah, Mr. Conway, here is the flash drive," Aaron’s voice rang out, deliberately raising his tone so it would carry all the way down the corridor straight to my ears. "Just a few reference files for our business innovation project.""Oh, marvelous! Did you two finish outlining the project already?" my dad asked warmly."Not quite yet, sir," Aaron replied smoothly. "In fact, because it's our final year thesis, it's going to take months of heavy collaboration."My dad, being the overly nice gentleman he always was, chuckled heartily. "Well, in that case, why don't you sta

He didn't look angry. In fact, his face was terrifyingly calm. A cold, calculating smile touched the corners of his mouth as he slid his hands into the pockets of his custom trousers and walked slowly toward me across the polished marble floor. "So..." Mr. Francis said, his deep, gravelly voice echoing quietly in the grand room. "You must be the little Conway girl who thought she could put her hands on my daughter's face." The security guards stepped back outside, closing the heavy mahogany doors and locking them from the outside, leaving me trapped entirely alone in the room with a man whose family could crush mine like a bug. "Mr. Francis," I managed to say, forcing my voice to remain steady even though my hands were shaking inside the pockets of my palazzo trousers. "If this is about yesterday sir…" "Yesterday?" Mr. Francis cut me off with a dry, humorless chuckle, stepping closer until he was standing just a few feet away from me. "Yesterday was a minor street brawl between emo

My dad’s eyes widened instantly. He caught himself, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck as a flush of embarrassment spread across his face."I am so sorry, sweetheart," my dad muttered, offering a weak, apologetic smile. "Please... just pretend you never heard your old man say that. Bad habit from the boardroom."I couldn't even laugh. My heart was pounding against my ribs, and the fork in my hand felt heavy as lead. The name Francis suddenly carried a terrifying, toxic weight that went way deeper than a stupid campus rivalry between me and Emilian.My dad let out a long, ragged sigh, leaning back in his chair and staring down into his empty glass of water as if he were looking straight through the table into the past."I shouldn't have cursed," my dad continued quietly, his voice dropping into a somber, heavy tone. "But hearing you say his name like that…... it brings back things I buried a long time ago, Jessica."He paused, looking up to meet my eyes."Mr. Francis.