Todos os capítulos de BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

I literally stumbled out of Professor Helen’s office, the heavy wooden door clicking shut behind me with a sickening thud. The hallway was empty but the silence was deafening. My legs felt like absolute jelly... I couldn't even stand up straight. I just leaned back against the cold brick wall and stared at the ugly patterned carpet, my vision completely blurring over.“Did you hear that Al?” I choked out, my voice cracking so hard I sounded like a dying bird.Allie was right beside me, her face pale. “Yeah babe.”The dam just broke. I couldn't hold it in anymore. “I am finished girl, my life is just a mess,” I said crying, my hands coming up to cover my face because I was literally ugly crying right there in the liberal arts building. My scholarship... my spot... it was all gone. Just vanished because Chloe decided to play dirty.Allie didn't even hesitate. She stepped into my space and stretched forth her hand to hug me tight, her chin resting on my shoulder as she started rubbing

“That’s actually so sweet of you,” I said, staring right into Carter’s eyes. For a second, the quiet in the room was heavy. Like... really heavy. He didn't pull away, and I didn't look down. “And also, if you are this moody, it would affect my progress in passing my psychology test,” Carter said, completely interrupting the stare. The moment popped like a cheap balloon. Typical. I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the piano keys and letting out a quiet clack of noise. Of course he had to bring it back to his grades. Heaven forbid Carter Graham goes three minutes without acting like an arrogant jerk. He turned on his heel, his heavy sneakers squeaking slightly against the wood floor as he started walking toward the door. “Wait,” I called out after him. He stopped, turning his head over his shoulder. “What?” “I haven’t seen Britney since the practical study session at her apartment,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck. My head was still spinning from all the debate team drama

My alarm blasted at seven in the morning, but my eyes snapped open before the second beep even sounded. I sat up straight, grabbing my phone off the nightstand with cold fingers. Allie was still passed out on her side, breathing softly into her pillow. I checked my notifications immediately, half expecting to see a disaster waiting for me... but my screen was totally clear. No crazy group chat updates, no missed calls, nothing. Then I saw the text from Carter. Sent at 1:04 AM. Told you. Get some sleep. I stared at those five words for way too long, feeling this stupid warm flutter right in the center of my chest. I rolled out of bed quietly, threw on a gray hoodie and leggings, and grabbed his crumpled spiral notebook off my desk. Allie was going to be sleeping for at least another hour, and I needed to give this back to him. Plus... I kind of wanted to thank him without Allie making a whole big production out of it. The morning air outside was freezing, biting right through my s

Chapter 57 I went straight over to the ice rink after leaving the administrative building. The freezing air hit me the second I pushed the heavy doors open, smelling like fresh ice and stale sweat. It was such a relief after sitting in that dusty Dean's office. Carter was sitting alone on the wooden team bench near the glass, untying his skates. He had his black hoodie pulled up over his head, and his hair was sticking to his forehead from practice. "You're late," he said without even looking up at me. He unlaced his right skate and dropped it on the rubber mat with a loud thud. "I was busy saving my entire life, actually," I said. I walked over and dropped a stack of papers right on his lap. "Here. Updated study guide for psychology. Chapters seven through nine." Carter picked up the papers and looked at my handwriting on the top page. Then he looked up at me. "Look at you," he said, that annoying smirk creeping onto his f

Chapter 59 I barely got three hours of sleep. Every time I tried to shut my eyes, Carter’s stupid voice kept playing on repeat in my head—you’re pretty terrible at hiding when you’re uncomfortable. By seven in the morning, I gave up on sleeping altogether. I kicked off my blanket, crept into the quiet kitchen, and hit the power button on the coffee pot. I just stood there in my oversized tee, watching the dark liquid slowly drip into the pot while the smell of roasted beans filled the cold air. The apartment was dead silent until Allie’s bedroom door clicked open. She dragged her feet down the short hallway, wearing the exact same baggy gray sweatpants from yesterday. Her hair was a messy nest on top of her head, her eyes were super red and swollen, and the tip of her nose was bright pink. "Morning," she mumbled. Her voice was so dry and raspy it sounded like she’d swallowed glass. I didn't bother asking how she was doing—that would be a dumb question. Instead, I grabbed her fa