In Love with the Campus Heartbreaker – Wrong For You Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
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The rider started reloading his gun. “One last thing, too. Tell my brother that if he tries this kind of stunt one more time, I’ll come after him and he won’t be able to hide behind his mama’s skirts when I do. Understand?”

They couldn’t say yes fast enough this time.

“Now go.” He remained standing there, a lone figure in black, his gaze trained on the boys who hurried into their cars and drove off.

A moment later, a dozen or so bikes roared into the scene. Each and every one of its riders radiated power and authority. Just looking at them made me swallow. These guys were the real thing, and their strength made me sick even though I knew they weren’t the bad guys. They were nothing like my dad—

Oh my God, James!

James could be awake now!

“You didn’t need backup at all,” one of them was saying as he clapped his hand on the rider’s back.

The rider who had scared the boys away took his helmet off.

Instinctively, I fumbled for my camera. Click.

And then I turned away and ran.

By the time I climbed back into my room, my heart was beating so fast it was a miracle it hadn’t cracked a hole in my chest.

The sight of the broken hinges on my door made me want to throw up, but that would be a waste of time. Swallowing back the bile trying to rise in my throat, I hurriedly pushed my bedside table aside. One of the floorboards was loose, and I hid my SLR under it before pushing the table back into place.

After that, it was time to face the music.

“Dad?” I hated how my voice shook as I called out for him upon reaching the foot of the stairs.

Smash.

He answered me with a fist to my face, so hard that I hit the wall next to me with a loud thud. I bit my lip as he dragged me by the hair towards the garage. He threw me on the floor. “Where have you been, you spoiled piece of shit?”

He didn’t wait for me to answer. It wasn’t like I could anyway. He was kicking me everywhere, the pain of every kick making it impossible for me to speak.

When he stopped, I managed to crack one swollen eye open.

Oh God, he was getting on his bike.

Flat. Flat. I had to be flat.

Relax. Relax.

Ssssh. Think of...

Oh God, I wanted to close my eyes and cry.

But I couldn’t. That would mean giving up. That would mean James winning.

I had to survive.

Flat. I had to be flat. Relax. I had to relax. And think...I needed to think of that biker who saved the man. He was proof that there was good in the world. That life couldn’t be shitty forever.

So close now. The motorcycle’s rumble was getting louder and louder.

Sssh. Think. Dream.

That man on the bike. He’d save me too if he knew I was in trouble. I knew he would.

So for now I had to survive.

Flat. Relax. Eyes open. Sssh. Don’t breathe. Don’t make a sound.

SWISH.

Chapter One

TWO YEARS LATER

GIRLS STARTED TO FAN themselves as the president of Afxisi walked past them, flanked by his officers on each side. Just looking at Helios Andreadis was enough to have the girls cry his name out. How badly they ached to touch him. But they didn’t. No one touched the president without his permission. It was one of his many infamous rules.

At nearly six foot seven, Helios Andreadis towered over everyone in his club. Aptly named after the sun god, Helios did look like one, with his long golden hair and eyes nearly the same color.

Dressed plainly in a baseball shirt and jeans, he should have looked like an ordinary fourth-year student of Christopoulos University. But instead, Helios stood out like a pagan god amidst mere mortals, and everyone wanted to worship him.

“I conducted a survey yesterday,” the club’s vice president, Kellion Argyros, murmured in Greek. His green eyes flashed with amusement as he explained, “98.6% of this year’s female applicants were after the position of the president’s bedmate. It’s up by three percent from last year.”

“Congratulations, President,” the club’s secretary, Yuri Athanas, deadpanned, also in the same language. “It is a commendable feat, especially when considering your attempt to alienate the school’s female student population.”

“Fuck off.” These words were, on the other hand, spoken in accented English. The girls who heard him sighed. If only that one had ended with a ‘you’ and was addressed to them.

Kellion smirked, but his voice was serious when he asked, “Have you heard from Andreus?”

Helios switched to his native language at his vice president’s question. “No. Not yet.” The delayed return of the club’s treasurer brought a hard look to his face. A smarter one would have known it represented danger. But the girls around him weren’t that smart. Seeing that look on Helios’ face only made them imagine being fucked by the president. Hard. Harder than they had ever been fucked.


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