My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy novel Chapter 172

My Fake Boyfriend Is the School Bad Boy

Chapter 172 Telling Her About The Leak

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The name flashed on the digital dashboard. Arthur Steinmann. The white letters glared against the dark glass. The ringing noise filled the

confined space of the truck cab. It sounded like a threat. It sounded like the end of our brief escape.

Ryder did not flinch. He did not speak. He lifted his right hand from the steering wheel. He pressed his thumb against the red icon on the

glass screen.

The ringing stopped. The map display returned. The silence rushed back into the cab, thick and suffocating.

The rain beat against the metal roof. The windshield wipers scraped the glass. Ryder kept his eyes on the slick road. He steered the heavy truck through the wet streets, navigating the transition from the affluent hills to the gritty pavement of the East Side. The sprawling mansions vanished in the rearview mirror, replaced by chain-link fences and failing laundromats.

I stared at his sharp profile. The golden fire in his hazel eyes settled into a cold, hardened focus. He prepared for war. He knew his father. He knew the billionaire patriarch would not accept a declined phone call. The corporate security team mobilized at this exact second.

Ryder pulled the truck up to the curb outside my small house. He shifted the engine into park. The diesel motor hummed, vibrating through the floorboards.

He turned to face me. The cold focus melted. The raw, bleeding devotion returned to his expression.

“He will call back,” I stated. My voice shook.

“I will not answer, Ryder replied. He reached across the center console. He cupped the side of my face. His warm palm rested against my freezing, damp skin. His thumb traced my cheekbone. ‘I need to leave you here, Raisa. I need to face him on his own ground. If his security team tracks my phone to your address, he will bring the corporate wrath to your front door. I refuse to let him near your mother.”

“What happens when you walk through those iron gates?”

“A fight.” The muscle in his jaw ticked. “My father believes he dictates my future. I will correct his assumptions.”

‘He possesses endless resources, Ryder. He will trap you.”

“He cannot trap a boy who holds nothing of value.” Ryder leaned closer. He pressed his forehead against mine. The scent of his cedar cologne filled my lungs. “I surrendered my trust fund the second I kissed you on the terrace. He holds no leverage over me. You are my

only priority.”

I closed my eyes. The massive ache expanded behind my ribs. He planned to walk into a corporate prison to draw the fire away from my

quiet life.

“Go inside,” he instructed. His breath brushed my skin. “Get out of these wet clothes. Tell your mother the truth. Prepare her for the administration. Miller will call this house on Monday morning.”

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Chapter 172 Telling Her About The Leak

“I cannot stand the thought of her face, I confessed. “She worked for four years to keep me at that school. I ruined it.”

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“You survived.” He pulled back. He met my gaze. “You walk into that kitchen and you stand tall. You are the strongest person I know. I will find a way back to you. I promise.”

I nodded. I lacked the words to articulate the massive fear in my chest. I grabbed the metal door handle. I pushed the heavy door open. I

grabbed my canvas bag from the floorboards. I stepped out into the freezing spring rain.

I closed the passenger door. I walked up the cracked concrete path to my front porch. I turned around.

Ryder waited at the curb. He watched me unlock the deadbolt. He refused to put the truck in gear until I stood safe behind a solid barrier. I pushed the wooden door open. I stepped inside the house. I gave him one last look before I shut the door.

The heavy thud of the closing door severed our connection. A second later, the roar of the diesel engine faded down the street. He was

gone.

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