I walked back into the house and went straight to my room, locking the door behind me. I could hear their frantic voices from the backyard, a chaotic symphony of coddling Caleb and cursing me. For the first time, their anger didn't touch me. It was just noise.
The banging on my door started a few minutes later. It was my father.
"Ethan! Open this door right now!"
I ignored him, sitting on my bed and staring at the wall. The silence from my room seemed to infuriate him more than any argument could have.
Eventually, they left for the urgent care clinic, to have Caleb's "sprained" ankle examined. I knew they would find nothing wrong. When they returned hours later, the house was quiet. I finally unlocked my door and went downstairs for a glass of water.
My father was waiting for me in the kitchen. He didn't yell. He just pulled a crumpled hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and shoved it into my hand.
"Here," he said, his voice tight with resentment. "Go buy yourself whatever it is you want. Just stop this... this attitude."
I looked at the money, then up at his face. I let a small, slow smile spread across my lips. It wasn't a happy smile. It was empty, hollow.
"What are you smiling at?" my mother asked, her voice sharp with suspicion as she walked into the room. "It's creepy."
I folded the bill neatly and tucked it into my pocket. "I'm just so happy," I said, my voice light and airy. "I'm overwhelmed with joy for Caleb and his incredible achievement." The words were poison-coated honey.
Their faces hardened. They knew I was mocking them, but they didn't know how to deal with this new version of me. The old Ethan would have been crying or yelling. This cold, sarcastic Ethan was a stranger to them.
I walked over to the living room, where Caleb was sitting on the couch, his foot propped up on a pillow, a small ice pack resting on his perfectly fine ankle. He was basking in the attention.
I stopped in front of him and performed a low, formal bow.
"My sincerest apologies, dear brother," I said, my voice loud enough for my parents to hear from the kitchen. "For my unforgivable clumsiness and the terrible injury I have inflicted upon you. I pray you find the strength to forgive me."
That did it.
"That's enough!" my father roared, storming into the room. He grabbed me by the shirt, his face purple with rage. "You think this is a joke? You think you can mock your brother and this family?"
"I was apologizing," I said calmly. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
He didn't have an answer for that. His rage was a blunt instrument, and my precision was disarming him. So he resorted to what he knew best: brute force.
He dragged me up the stairs and threw me into my room. "You are not coming to the party tomorrow!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the hallway. "You will stay in this room and think about what a selfish, hateful person you've become!"
He slammed the door and I heard the lock turn. I was grounded. Imprisoned.
But as I stood in the silence of my room, I didn't feel punished. I felt a profound sense of relief. They had locked me in, but they had also set me free. They had given me exactly what I needed: time and solitude.
I walked over to my desk and opened my laptop. The screen illuminated my face in the dim light. I pulled up the email from MIT, the one I had saved. I clicked on the link to the admissions portal. Then I opened a new tab and started searching for bus schedules.
All the love I had for them, all the desperate hope for their approval, had died in the last 24 hours. It had been replaced by something cold, hard, and unbreakable.
Resolve.
I was getting to MIT. I would find a way. My life was no longer on hold, waiting for their permission. It was starting now. In this locked room.
FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE.
He owns the school. I just survive in it. Matt was supposed to be my safe place. My best friend. My maybe-someday. Until he chose her-the girl who's bullied me for being poor, curvy, and unwanted since day one. Now he's dating her, and I'm left with nothing... Except rage. And a deal I never saw coming. Lucien Knox Ravenscroft is danger in a tailored uniform-the son of a trillionaire, heir to Ravenscroft Academy, and the guy every girl wants. He also happens to be her ex. And nobody dumps him. Especially not for some millionaire's son. So when he offers me a deal-a fake relationship that puts us front and center-I say yes. He wants revenge. I want Matt to regret ever choosing her. But then comes the bet. If Matt notices me again, I win-and Lucien will help me ruin her. If not... I'm his. For as long as he wants me. Now the whole school is watching. My father works for his powerful, monstrous dad. My crackhead mother is a secret buried deep. And Lucien? He doesn't believe in soft. He plays dirty. And the more we fake it, the more real it feels. This isn't love. This is war. ------------------ Fake Dating the Bad Boy for Revenge is a dark high school romance filled with betrayal, secrets, obsession, and a heroine who refuses to stay quiet. No one fakes a relationship with Lucien Knox Ravenscroft... and survives it whole.
Invisible To Her Bully
Unlike her twin brother, Jackson, Jessa struggled with her weight and very few friends. Jackson was an athlete and the epitome of popularity, while Jessa felt invisible. Noah was the quintessential "It" guy at school-charismatic, well-liked, and undeniably handsome. To make matters worse, he was Jackson's best friend and Jessa's biggest bully. During their senior year, Jessa decides it was time for her to gain some self-confidence, find her true beauty and not be the invisible twin. As Jessa transformed, she begins to catch the eye of everyone around her, especially Noah. Noah, initially blinded by his perception of Jessa as merely Jackson's sister, started to see her in a new light. How did she become the captivating woman invading his thoughts? When did she become the object of his fantasies? Join Jessa on her journey from being the class joke to a confident, desirable young woman, surprising even Noah as she reveals the incredible person she has always been inside.
Sport Affairs(His Dirty Little Secret)
Samantha Lee's life was already a mess. A top cheerleader in New York, juggling school pressure and a rocky relationship with her single mother, the last thing she expected was to catch her boyfriend cheating-at a party, no less. One reckless night and too much alcohol later, she wakes up next to Tyler-the arrogant, straight-A hockey star who's also her academic rival and personal nemesis. Things couldn't get worse... until her mother announces she's getting remarried-to Tyler's father. Now, Samantha is stuck under the same roof as the one guy she swore to avoid. He's off-limits. Her stepbrother. The boy she can't stop thinking about. As secrets grow harder to hide and sparks fly in the most forbidden ways, Samantha and Tyler must face the truth: staying apart might be the right thing to do... but falling in love might be inevitable. Sport Affair (His Little Dirty Secret) is a steamy, emotional rollercoaster of forbidden love, rivalry, and second chances.
Claimed By The Heartless Heartbreaker
What if you fall deeply in love with someone who sees you as nothing but an inconvenience? What if he ignores every tear, every smile, every desperate attempt to matter to him? What if he crushes your hopes again and again and you still wait, foolishly, faithfully? Would you still cling to the hope that one day, he will finally love you back? But what if, just what if, the day you finally teach your heart to let him go, and he shows up begging for a second chance? Can you forgive the man who once was your heartless heartbreaker? Liana Celina Ruiz was hopelessly in love with her foster brother even at a young age. She pleaded with her foster mother to arrange their engagement and to her delight it happened. But love was never easy. It was sacrifice. Pain. Years of trying to prove her selfless love to a boy who never asked for it. Elias Joaquin Saavedra Rosario was the only heir to the Rosario fortune, a gifted artist with breathtaking looks, yet cold, distant, and ruthless. He refused to be swayed by his mother or his spoiled brat of a financèe he was supposed to marry. Instead, he vowed to show her she was mistaken, that he wasn't the man for this determined orphanage girl. Now tell me, who will win this war? The girl who gave everything? Or the boy who gave nothing but pain? Heads up: THESE TWO WILL ABSOLUTELY TEST YOUR PATIENCE. THEY'LL FRUSTRATE YOU, ANGER YOU, AND PROBABLY MAKE YOU WANT TO SCREAM. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE CHAOS, IT'S OKAY TO STOP HERE. IF YOU CAN HANDLE IT... WELCOME TO THE FIRE.
My Roommate is a Boy
River Wilson has her entire life planned: earn top grades, avoid distractions, and graduate as valedictorian. Love? Boys? Drama? Not on the schedule. But her perfect plan unravels the moment she steps into her new university apartment... and finds Taylor DeLuca shirtless, tattooed, and infuriatingly smug, standing in her kitchen. Thanks to a university housing glitch and a name too ambiguous to question, River ends up living with the one thing she promised to avoid: a boy who looks like trouble and acts like he invented it. Now she's armed with a list of house rules, a schedule tighter than her ponytail, and one unbreakable boundary: no flirting. But Taylor has a smirk that makes her forget her rules... and a past that's more complicated than his cocky charm lets on. What happens when the girl who has everything under control is forced to live with the boy who thrives on chaos? Let's just say... Rule Number Eight is about to get broken.
The Unwanted Heiress's Billionaire Return
After eight years in captivity, I was finally rescued. I thought it was the beginning of a new life with my mother. But she didn't even look at me. She ran into the arms of a handsome stranger, her real husband, and I was treated like a dirty secret from her past. They called me a contamination, a reminder of their trauma. My new stepsister set their Doberman on me, and as the dog's teeth sank into my arm, I looked up and saw my mother watching from the window. She met my eyes for a second, then slowly closed the curtains. In that moment, the last bit of hope I had died. The shallow bond of family was completely gone, and I finally gave up. But they made one mistake. The family patriarch, suspicious after a car accident, ordered a secret DNA test. The results came back on the day of my stepsister's birthday party, revealing a truth that would burn their perfect world to the ground.