All Chapters of The Return of the Campus Trillionaire: Chapter 111
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CHAPTER 111
The bathroom had been loud, chaotic even, filled with the usual whispers and half-shouted threats, but Shelly had had enough. Standing tall, she fixed Lisa and Monica with a gaze that brooked no argument.“I’m done,” she said clearly, her voice steady and sharp. “Done with bullying Jared and his friends. Done with games. Done with all of you.”Lisa laughed lightly, but it had no bite. “Oh? And just like that? You’re giving up?”Shelly’s hand rose slightly, stopping her mid-word. “Yes. Just like that. I’ve spent too long letting your pettiness define my actions. I don’t need to prove myself by hurting others—or helping you hurt them.”Monica’s smirk wavered. “So… what? You’re on *their* side now?”Shelly shook her head. “I’m on my own side. And my side doesn’t involve playing into your schemes. I’m done being anyone’s weapon.”Lisa leaned forward slightly, trying to assert dominance. “You’ll regret this. Everyone who steps away from power games ends up on the losing side.”Shelly’s smi
CHAPTER 112
Brad stepped out of the café, the winter air sharp against his face. He walked with purpose, but his mind was tangled. Every step felt measured, every glance around the campus weighted with invisible calculations. He knew what people would say when they saw him leaving with Lisa, Sammy Jo, and Monica. They’d whisper that he’d betrayed Jared. That he’d chosen the wrong side.But in Brad’s mind, it wasn’t betrayal. Not exactly.He remembered the picnic, the photos, the viral posts. He remembered how everything had spun out of control for Jared, how everyone had rushed to admire him, support him, celebrate him—while he, Brad, had been left juggling deadlines, office politics, and mounting pressure at Skyrun Inc. No one had noticed when he’d struggled. No one had reached out. Not Jared. Not Becky. Not anyone.He clenched his fists briefly, then released them. He’s fine. Jared’s fine. Everyone’s fine. Brad repeated it like a mantra. But the heat in his chest didn’t subside. The resentment
CHAPTER 113
Brad was in his bedroom, working on a project when his phone began to ring. He considered ignoring it at first but changed his mind when he noticed the caller ID. With his brow knitted, he picked the call.“Hey!” Sammy Jo greeted cheerfully.“Hi.” Brad tentatively rubbed the bed of his head, “it's not like you to call in the middle of the day. You seem more like a text person. What's up?”Sammy Jo chuckled, “It's crazy how well you know me… Are you busy tonight?”“Not… not really.” Brad replied.“Great, great. Lisa and I are going out tonight with a few friends. You should come?”Brad's eyes shot open, a small smile forming on his face. “Really?”“Yeah, of course. Kirby is throwing a party and she said we could extend the invite.”Brad beamed. This was a nice change. Different from what he was used to with Jared, he'd often felt like collateral damage. Or worse, Becky's security guard. Now? He actually felt like a part of the group.“I'd love to come.” Brad replied enthusiastically.“
CHAPTER 114
Becky ended the call with Jared and stood frozen on the sidewalk, her phone still warm in her hand. The screen had gone dark, but his last words echoed louder than the silence around her.Don’t.She exhaled slowly and slipped the phone into her pocket. The streetlights hummed faintly overhead, and somewhere behind her, Kirby’s house pulsed with bass-heavy music and careless laughter. It sounded distant, like another world—one she wasn’t meant to step into.She turned toward her apartment.One step.Then another.Her feet slowed.Her chest tightened with regret. The kind that crept up quietly and stayed long after the moment had passed. She thought about every time she had chosen patience. Every time she had stayed quiet because it felt safer, smarter, more mature.And where had that gotten her?Brad drifting.Lines being crossed.Silence filling the space where honesty should have been.If I had confronted him earlier…Becky stopped walking.Her jaw set, decision made before doubt cou
CHAPTER 115
Becky shut her bedroom door softly behind her, as if the rest of the apartment might shatter if she closed it too hard. The silence inside was thick, pressing in on her chest the moment she leaned her back against the door. Her breath hitched once—then again—and before she could stop it, the tears came.She slid down until she was sitting on the floor, knees pulled tight to her chest, arms wrapped around herself like she could physically hold the hurt in place. Her room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a lamp she’d forgotten to turn off earlier. Everything looked untouched, orderly—too calm for how violently her chest ached.Brad’s voice replayed in her head, calm and careful and devastating.I don’t know if we’re friends like that anymore.It wasn’t even what he said. It was where he said it. In front of Sammy Jo. In front of Lisa. In front of strangers who already didn’t like her. He hadn’t yelled. He hadn’t insulted her. He had simply… erased her.Her hands shook as she wiped
CHAPTER 116
A few days later, the university hallway buzzed with its usual weekday noise—students talking over one another, lockers slamming, footsteps echoing against polished floors. Jared walked through it all on autopilot, his thoughts elsewhere, when a familiar figure several feet ahead caught his attention.Brad.He was leaning slightly against the wall, phone held up in front of his face, thumb scrolling with exaggerated focus. His shoulders were tense, his posture closed off in a way Jared recognized immediately.He’s pretending not to see me.Jared slowed, watching for a second as Brad shifted his weight and turned just enough to angle his body away. It was subtle. Deliberate.Confusion crept in first—then irritation.“Brad,” Jared called.Brad didn’t look up.Jared stopped walking. For a brief moment, he considered letting it go, convincing himself that maybe Brad really was busy, maybe this was nothing. But the tightness in his chest told him otherwise.He stepped forward and deliberat
CHAPTER 117
Jared’s mood stayed sour the entire day.It clung to him like a shadow he couldn’t shake, following him from lecture to lecture, from one hallway to the next. He answered questions when called on, nodded when spoken to, but there was a distance in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. His patience was thin, his focus fractured. Every now and then, his thoughts drifted back to the hallway. To Brad’s voice. To the way he hadn’t even looked back.Becky noticed.She noticed the way Jared’s responses came slower, shorter. The way his jaw tightened whenever his phone buzzed. The way he stared too long at nothing, like he was replaying a moment he wished he could rewrite.She tried anyway.She told him about a professor who had assigned a ridiculous group project. She complained lightly about the weather, about the cafeteria food, about nothing important at all—just enough to pull him out of his head.Jared listened. Or at least, he pretended to.“Did you hear me?” Becky asked gently at on
CHAPTER 118
The cafeteria didn’t quiet this time.If anything, the tension sharpened it—voices lowering, chairs scraping subtly as people angled themselves for a better view. A confrontation like this was rare enough to be entertaining, but public enough to be dangerous.Kirby leaned back in her chair, unfazed by Becky’s anger, one manicured finger tapping lazily against the tabletop. Lisa mirrored her posture, legs crossed, expression amused rather than alarmed.“Crazy is a strong word,” Kirby said lightly. “I prefer unbothered.”Becky let out a humorless laugh. “Unbothered people don’t try to trip others in public.”“Uncoordinated people fall,” Lisa added smoothly. “It’s not our fault you can’t walk straight.”Jared’s hand closed around Becky’s wrist. “Becky,” he said quietly. “Let’s go.”She didn’t look at him.Her eyes were locked on Kirby, burning with something raw and dangerous. This wasn’t just about the trip anymore. This was weeks—months—of swallowed insults, public humiliation, and qui
CHAPTER 119
The cafeteria doors loomed just a few steps ahead of them.Jared’s grip was firm around Becky’s arm—not painful, but urgent—as he guided her through the stunned crowd. Whispers followed them like a tide, voices overlapping in shock and excitement. Someone was already on the phone. Someone else was filming.They were almost out.Almost.“Going somewhere?”The voice stopped them cold.Jared looked up first.Brad stood near the entrance, Sammy Jo beside him. They had clearly just arrived—or maybe they’d been watching longer than Jared wanted to imagine. Sammy Jo’s jaw was tight, his posture rigid with restrained fury. Brad’s expression was harder to read, his eyes flicking between Becky and the chaos behind them.Jared felt his stomach sink.Sammy Jo took a step forward, his gaze locking onto Becky like she was something he’d stepped in.“In what world do you think you can push my girl around,” he said, anger finally slipping through his carefully controlled tone, “and then run off like l
CHAPTER 120
The hallway outside the cafeteria was louder than it should have been.Students poured out in clusters, voices overlapping in excited fragments, everyone buzzing with versions of the same story. Phones were already out. Someone laughed nervously. Someone else whispered Jared’s name.Jared kept walking, his grip firm around Becky’s hand. His jaw was set so tight it ached, his pulse still roaring in his ears. He could feel Becky trembling—not weakly, but with adrenaline that hadn’t burned itself out yet.“Jared,” Becky said breathlessly. “Let’s just go.”“I am,” he replied, without slowing.They were halfway down the corridor when footsteps closed in behind them.“Hey.”Brad’s voice.Jared stopped.He closed his eyes for half a second, exhaled slowly, and turned around.Brad stood several feet away, Sammy Jo just behind him. Brad’s expression was tight, conflicted, anger barely contained beneath the surface. This wasn’t the detached indifference from the hallway days earlier. This was s