All Chapters of Rebate System: From Poor Student To Billionaire Playboy : Chapter 81
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Chapter 81. Marcus’s Downfall
Marcus’s friends reached him just in time, grabbing his arms before he could land hit on Harry. Marcus was shaking with rage, muscles tight, eyes locked on Harry like he was one second away from snapping the restraint and tearing him apart.One of Marcus’s friends glared at Harry and said, “You’re lucky we’re here. If we weren’t holding him back, he would’ve turned you to shreds.”Instead of looking scared, Harry laughed, loud and careless, the kind of laugh meant to piss someone off. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb and smirked.“All three of you can’t do anything to me,” Harry said. “You guys don’t have the guts to hit me with everybody watching.”The small crowd around them murmured, phones already pointed, recording every second. Marcus looked like he was trying his hardest not to explode, breathing through his nose, fists clenching and unclenching.He took a step forward despite his friends holding him. “If you know what’s good for you,” Marcus said through gritted
Chapter 82. A Full Week Later
A full week slipped by after everything that happened, and to Harry’s surprise, life finally felt like it was settling into place. The chaos from Marcus’s outburst had faded, replaced by a quiet sense of victory that followed Harry everywhere he went. The last real update he heard about Marcus was the headline circulating around campus, Marcus Winters had been expelled from Crestview University.Harry hadn’t believed it at first, but the news spread so fast that it was impossible for even Marcus’s powerful father to smother it. The videos of Marcus attacking Harry had gone viral, popping up on every major social platform. Once the school board saw how public the situation had become, they had no choice but to take action. Even if they had wanted to bury it, they couldn’t, not this time.For Harry, it felt like justice served. He was going to graduate, and Marcus wouldn’t. Simple as that. In Harry’s eyes, that alone was a win.Outside of that drama, Harry kept pushing forward with his
Chapter 83. The Black Card
Harry still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Brandon had come running to his place just to escape sleeping with his own wife. At first, it sounded funny, but when he thought about it more, he realized it might actually be a serious problem. If Brandon couldn’t keep up with Clara’s sex drive, that meant trouble down the line. A frustrated woman was unpredictable, and Harry didn’t want to imagine the worst-case scenarios.Maybe it wasn’t just about libido, though. Brandon worked long shifts at the hardware store, came home exhausted most nights, and barely had time to rest. No matter how much a man loved his wife, sometimes his body simply couldn’t keep up. Harry understood that well enough.Brandon eventually dropped into one of the kitchen chairs and let out a heavy sigh. That was when he brought up the topic both of them knew was coming.“About the quota,” Brandon said quietly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I know you’ve been waiting for it. I’ve drawn up the budget, bu
Chapter 84. Spending On Me
Harry figured it was finally time to treat himself a little more. Too many good things were happening in his life, and he felt the best way to enjoy it all was to actually spend some money on himself. He’d earned this lifestyle. So he swapped out his old phone for a new one and decided to overhaul his wardrobe too. Since he didn’t have a set style, he picked out all kinds of outfits, casual, classy, sporty, anything he felt suited him. And he made sure to shop alone this time. Keeping his distance from Mila was now a permanent choice, not something he planned to reconsider. If he was going to live like a wealthy man, he might as well look the part. People treated you differently once they sensed you came from money, and Harry intended to take full advantage of that strange reality. He had more than four hundred million. What was the point of having it if he couldn’t enjoy a bit of it? So he grabbed the latest gaming console too. He could indulge his inner child simply because he
Chapter 85. The Second Date With Carmen
The rest of the day played out exactly how Harry had planned from the moment he invited Carmen out. She loosened up far quicker than before, helped by the fact that this place actually served alcohol. She wasn’t a heavy drinker, but after the week she’d had, she allowed herself a few glasses. Harry stayed sober, of course. Someone had to drive, and besides, he wasn’t the one who needed a break from reality tonight. He wanted her to let go, breathe, and finally stop holding everything in.And that’s exactly what she did. Drink by drink, she relaxed into herself, shoulders dropping, expression softening. She didn’t look like a stressed mother or a frustrated wife anymore, just a woman who desperately needed someone to hear her. Slowly, she began opening up about the things that had been eating at her.“That’s all it was?” Harry asked gently, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t judging her, he actually understood why something like that would upset her, but he wanted her to keep talking.“I kn
Chapter 86. Still On Carmen
Harry scanned the dimly lit street for the closest place to get off the humid night air, his shirt already clinging to his back like a second skin. The glowing sign of the Grand Mirage Hotel loomed ahead, its gold lettering and marble entrance screaming luxury he rarely bothered with. The price tag on the room made him wince when he handed over his card, but the relief of air-conditioning and a proper bed for Carmen outweighed the sting. He was glad he'd chosen it; anything less would have felt wrong tonight.He guided her up the elevator and down the plush carpeted hallway, one arm steadying her waist while she giggled about nothing in particular. Inside the suite he flicked on the soft bedside lamps, the golden light spilling over crisp white linens. Carmen swayed, definitely tipsy, but her eyes were clear enough that she knew exactly where she was and who she was with. She flopped backward onto the king-sized bed with an exaggerated sigh, shoes still dangling from her toes. Harry k
Chapter 87. Bowling With Frank
The evening crept up faster than Melissa expected, and suddenly she was standing in front of her mirror trying to smooth out wrinkles that weren’t even there. Her sunflower-yellow dress hit just above her knees, light and easy, the kind of dress that made her feel pretty without a ton of effort. She slid on her gold-rimmed glasses, her favorite pair, the ones strangers always complimented, and gave herself a small nod. Good enough.Rhiannon wasn’t home to comment on anything anyway. She’d rushed out early for some studio session, living in that whirlwind of music and late-night energy she kept chasing. Melissa hadn’t mentioned her plans tonight; she already knew what the conversation would be. Warnings about Frank. Red flags. A lecture disguised as sisterly love. And then the dramatic eye roll, big enough to register on the Richter scale.Melissa wasn’t in the mood.Deep down she told herself Frank was harmless. Pushy sometimes, yeah. A little too confident, sure. But not dangerous. T
Chapter 88. To Resist Carmen R18
Harry stepped into the bathroom and yanked the plastic shower curtain back into place with more force than necessary. The hot water hit his shoulders like a punishment, steam rising in thick clouds around him. He had only nursed two or three drinks all night, nothing that should have turned him into this. Yet his body was on fire, blood pounding south with an insistence that felt almost chemical. He had skimmed those online reviews weeks ago, the ones that joked about the bar’s “special” house cocktails, the ones that promised heightened everything if you were lucky (or unlucky) enough to be sensitive to the mix. He had laughed them off at the time. Tonight wasn’t funny anymore.The ache between his legs was relentless, a steel bar that refused to soften no matter how many times he told himself to calm down. Alcohol could loosen inhibitions, sure, but this felt engineered, like someone had slipped a triple dose of something illegal into both their glasses. Harry braced one palm agains
Chapter 89. To Resist Carmer R18 II
Harry stood under the pounding water, every nerve ending screaming, while Carmen knelt in front of him and took him deeper than anyone ever had. The heat of her mouth was obscene, velvet-wet and impossibly tight, like she was trying to swallow him whole. Alicia had been skilled, enthusiastic even, but this was something else entirely; Carmen’s throat gripped him like a living thing, rippling around his length with every inch she accepted. She didn’t pull back for air, didn’t gag, didn’t hesitate. Her arms locked around his hips and dragged him forward until his pelvis met her nose and he felt the back of her throat flutter against the head of his cock.“What the actual fuck,” his mind blanked, “her throat is squeezing me like a goddamn python.”Only when black spots started dancing in his vision did she finally slide off him with a wet, filthy pop, strings of saliva bridging her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. She gasped, chest heaving, one hand immediately dropping between her
Chapter 90. Alicia’s New Friend
Harry stood in the cooling bathroom, water dripping from his hair onto the marble floor, staring at the empty space Carmen had occupied seconds ago. Shock rippled through him, but it wasn’t the violent, soul-shaking kind; more like the dull thud of inevitability finally landing. He had known, somewhere in the back of his mind, that the moment the haze lifted she would run. Married women always did, sooner or later. Tonight had simply been sooner.He didn’t feel guilty about her husband. That man was a stranger, owed nothing. The only person Harry had almost betrayed was himself, and even then he’d managed to stop short of the final line. Mouths and breasts and spilled milk were bad, yes, but they weren’t the same as burying himself inside her and erasing every trace of the life she had waiting at home. He could still look in the mirror tomorrow.A quick glance at his phone confirmed what he already suspected: Carmen’s number was dead. Blocked. Gone. The system in his head that tracked