In Love With The Campus Heir Novels & Stories

When I was 18 years old, I did something that I would regret the most in my life, just to make Adrian Dickson change his mind and come back to me. I reported his secret love affair with a poor student, Cassandra Addams, to his wealthy parents. The next day, the poor student was made to slap herself in the auditorium in front of the entire school, calling herself a bitch, and then, she dropped out of school. I thought that Adrian would be sad about it and even resent me for it, but he didn't react as I thought he would. He still went to school with me every day, ate with me at recess, and showered me with different gifts and flowers from time to time. He even agreed to marry me and mad

“This is insane. You can’t just spring this on me.” “I didn’t want to overwhelm you,” Mom said gently. “But Benson and I love each other, and I really think you and Alvin will—” “Bond?” I cut in, my voice sharp. “Over what? His fan club? His arrogance? The way he walks around campus like he’s God’s gift to hockey?” “Glad you noticed,” Alvin said, leaning back in his chair, his eyes glittering with amusement. My fists clenched so tight I felt my nails bite into my palms. “You are insufferable.”

"If you're unstable, your testimony is unstable. If I'm controlling you, the injunction is illegitimate. He's not trying to prove innocence. He's trying to make you unbelievable." I set the document down. My hands were steady. That surprised me. "There's more." Adam pulled out his phone, queued a video, slid it toward me. A gossip site. The kind with red borders and breathless headlines. A photo of me stumbling out of Scott's building yesterday—mascara-streaked, wild-eyed, clutching myself. The moment before Adam's car arrived. Someone had been watching. Someone had been waiting. The headline: Billionaire Heiress's Breakdown: Held Hostage by Husband's Rival?

"Not the foundation's, not the village's. Ours. A place where we can raise our son, and his children, and theirs. A home for the heir." Riley turned to him, tears in her eyes. "You built us a home." "We built it. Together." He took her hands. "Everything we have, everything we are—it's because you never gave up. Because you believed that this valley could be something more. Because you are the heir your grandfather always knew you would be." She pulled him close, burying her face in his chest. "I love you, Kyle Tan." "And I love you, Riley Guzmán. Always."

"I'm just a student, Lita. Nothing more." However, as she was walking out of the lecture room, the tune of Adrian Volkov resonated, a hint of something much more complicated and dangerous than a simple date with coffee. The game was started, and Nalia, all her will as it was, was thrilled beyond reason contemplating it. Little did she suspect that this apparently trivial lecture would trigger a series of occurrences that would shatter her world, hold her beliefs, and make her question the definition of love and power as we know it. The sun was setting behind the horizon, and she was walking towards her little flat in Bloomsbury with the burden of the scandal of her father on her conscience.

And yes, only 4 are joining this year. It's not bad though. The most number of candidates who joined the Campus Queen Pageant history was only 6. 4 is not bad at all. The other 3 candidates were: (1) Alexa Salisbury. She's half Filipino, Half Australian. We used to be classmates when I was on Grade 8 level. I must admit, she's pretty. She's famous as well. I've seen her make up tutorials on YouTube. Class A, I must say. (2) Clare Lastimosa.

I'm the luckiest and unluckiest person in our school, but others think I'm lucky because Kian Thayre Ice, the sole heir of the Ice Academy, became my boyfriend. When Kian and I are in the hallway, all of the students in our school turn to look at us. My boyfriend is well-known and well-liked. There isn't a single head that doesn't turn around when he walks in. A few people frowned and scrutinized me from head to toe.

I threw a throw pillow at him, but he caught it, giving me a big smile as he put it down. "Well you were crazy over him when we lived on campus. You can't blame me for thinking you'd just go crazy for him again." Nate sounded a bit insecure right now, something I've never seen before. "That was before I found you. Charles is still my mate and I love him deeply, but what I have with him is different from what I have with you." I got up, sitting myself on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned my forehead against him. "I love you so much Nate Viseron. I promise I won't push you aside for him." I rubbed my nose against his and he smiled that dreamy smile of his.

Vincent did not directly respond to her, “I have my plan. In my plan, I am the assistant professor, very enthusiastic about my academic research, and enjoy the simple but sweet love life with my wife.” Melainy shrugged, “Usually in TV shows, the heir wants a contractual wife because the will says he could only get the family asset if he was married.” Vincent finally smiled, “All I have to say is, I wish it’s as simple as the TV show.” “How long will your plan last?” “I’m not sure. A couple of years I guess. But we could put a two year term in the contract first. Two years later, we can review the contract and see if there is a need to renew. How about that?”

“To be honest, I don’t know him that well. This is the first time I’ve seen him ever since I started working here. But from what I’ve heard, he’s cold and strict.” Rena went on to explain how Adam, being the heir to the Dean family empire, had countless people approaching him with hidden agendas. Though he came across as rude and unapproachable, women still threw themselves at him. “They call him the ‘Casanova of Capitol.’ He’s always surrounded by beautiful women, but he never sticks with anyone.” Evelyn clenched her fists, feeling a surge of bitterness. She had once fallen into Adam’s trap—just another woman in his revolving door of lovers.