BABYSITTING MY BULLY
Darcie Miller survives elite St. Jude's Academy on sarcasm and invisibility, steering clear of golden quarterback Charles Sterling-her most ruthless tormentor. But when her father's bankruptcy hands everything to the Sterling family, Darcie faces a humiliating ultimatum: move into Charles's mansion as his live-in "academic handler" to keep him eligible for graduation.
Now the girl who despises him holds his future in her hands, and the boy who shattered her reputation might be the only one who truly sees her. In a world of cold marble and buried secrets, hate is about to catch fire-and obsession could burn them both.
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Chapter 6
"Leave this place and take me with you. "
The words lingered in my head. Was I being serious or that was me messing around? Sloane had caught us kissing and that would very much destroy my career here. Also, Charles owns too. He'd be fucked if his father finds that thing.
I reluctantly walked in, hoping and praying desperately that he could get that phone.
"Darcie!"
I flinched at the sound of my name. It was Charles' mother coming out briskly from the entrance.
"What are you doing out here? Do you not know your job anymore?" her lips curled.
"I'm sorry."
I trailed behind her till we got back in. My heart ached seeing Sloane inside. Charles is sitting down with a bored expression on his face with Genevieve laughing and engaging with him.
A lot of questions swirled through my head. Did he get it? Or am I going to serve punishment?
"Darcie...come here now!" Mr. Sterling's harsh voice made me flinch in fear and I ran to his table already.
"Sir?"
"Why would you suddenly run off when you're supposed to be clearing the plates?" He scowled.
"I'm so sorry." I continued with my work but saw Sloane's back moving towards the exit, shoulders lowered and loose like she didn't win. I gave Charles a side stare and he just gave me a subtle thumbs up indicating that everything was fine.
I just stood by the corner observing. I hated to be here.
A few hours later, after the senatorial dinner had ended, we drove back to the house. Just silence. An oppressive one at that. Charles and I were in the same car. He took the front seat with the driver and his parents were ahead in another car. I didn't forget what happened after the dinner. They wanted Genevieve and Charles to be close. The way they kept on forcing him was awkward.
Maybe I should try and say something "Charles, i–"
"If it's about what you said earlier, forget it. That wasn't me. That....that was us being stupid and yes, forget about the kiss." He turned to look me in the eye. "It was a mistake."
"Mistake?" I took a deep breath. "Okay. Fine."
The moment the car glided in the mansion. I stepped down before him, scurrying angrily straight to my room. I should have never let my guard down to kiss him. That bastard thinks he's all that. I'll show him. I had my bath, preparing to sleep when a knock on the door made me get up from bed.
"Who could that be?" I muttered. I opened the door. Charles was standing there with a book in his hands, I frowned, anger boiled inside of me and I attempted to shut the door but he placed his legs in-between, making me confused.
"What do you want? Go away." I pushed the door.
"Hey, quit trying to close the door on me. You're my sitter. I have every right to see you." He argued, eyes sizing me up.
"Fine. What do you want?"
He throws the book on the bed. "You didn't collect my work. You know I have to submit that tomorrow in school. Are you trying to make me fail? Or don't you know your job anymore?"
He stepped closer, intimidating me. I've had enough of his proud and stupid behavior. This time, I'll show him....but without talking back. I'll just let him treat me badly.
"I'm sorry. I should have done that. Forgive me." I say gently.
He tilts his head. Maybe surprised that my mouth wasn't sharp this time. He expected me to talk back and challenge.
"Good. Bring them back when you're done."
I nod. "Sure."
He stepped out slowly and I closed the door behind him. "Asshole."
Flipping the pages, I start working on the math. I couldn't concentrate but thought about the kiss. That easily? I just let him. I groaned and continued to work on it.
When I woke up the next morning, I realized I slept with my face on the book. Worst of all, I was late for school. I managed to get up and finished the work, then rushed to take my bath.
I heard my name from the door. Charles. Fuck, I made us extremely late. With no time to brush my hair, I wore my clothes and took my bag haphazardly.
I opened the door catching my breath.
"Do you know what the time is?" Charles stood by the door, looking fine as hell.
"I overslept." I stepped out of the room and walked away like he wasn't there.
"Hey." He called back but I didn't answer. I cascaded the stairs and Mrs. Sterling was on the table eating.
"How bad of you." She stopped me, looking all disappointed.
"Sorry. I overslept."
I couldn't care about breakfast even though I was starving. I just apologized and kept moving till I was outside. The driver stood, arms crossed. Charles was behind me. We sat in the car and it glided out of the mansion to the road.
He didn't say anything. He just collected his notebook and textbook without a thank you. I didn't say anything either.
While we got to school, every student stared like a staring contest. I didn't mind. It's not new and I don't even care. I just bowed my head and walked to my locker.
I suddenly tripped and fell on the floor causing a scene. My head hit the floor and I winced in pain. Looking up to see Sloane. A satisfied stare on her face.
"Oops. Sorry. I just did that as a revenge plan since I didn't get to show Mr Sterling the kissing video."
I stood to my feet. "What the hell?"
"Charles deleted it." She frowned. "He was too fast."
My muscles quivered and my jaws clenched in anger. I'm fucking tired of being treated this way.
"Oh. Look at you flaring." She laughed, enjoying the jest. "What are you going to do, huh?"
I suddenly pounced on her, yanking her hair off. Her horrific screams burst through the hallways as everyone gathered, watching.
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They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her.
"Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces."
Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm.
She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night.
Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass.
She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage.
She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her.
Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
"Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!"
To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
8.5
Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her.
Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras.
"How could you disgrace our family name like this?"
Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite.
For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse.
Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar.
Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations.
She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained.
But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her.
Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan.
He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb.
"I will be marrying her."
Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.
8.5
Aileen transmigrated into a dark, unfinished novel as the villainous, abusive wife of a powerful billionaire.
The moment she opened her eyes, her husband's calloused hand was crushing her throat, and her six-year-old stepson was pointing a box cutter at her face, screaming for her to die.
A cold system voice suddenly exploded in her brain, forcing a mandatory mission: save the villainous father and son, or face immediate death.
To survive the system's strict Out-Of-Character warnings, Aileen had to keep playing the role of the deranged, hateful wife.
She was despised by everyone. Her husband threatened to drag her to an asylum, and her terrified stepson scrubbed the floor with his own pajamas just to avoid her wrath.
Things escalated when the novel's original female lead publicly framed Aileen in Central Park, throwing herself onto the grass and clutching her pregnant belly.
"She pushed me. She tried to hurt the baby!"
Archer rushed over, shoved Aileen aside with absolute disgust, and looked at her with the eyes of a murderer.
Aileen felt a bitter wave of exhaustion. She had discovered the original owner's hidden antipsychotic pills; the woman wasn't just evil, she was severely mentally ill and completely broken by this loveless marriage.
Yet, no one cared, and her husband would always choose to believe his childhood sweetheart's fake tears.
Since everyone in this world was convinced she was an unpredictable lunatic, she decided to give them exactly what they expected.
Aileen turned her back on the ridiculous scene, a cold smile forming on her lips.
She was going to stage a massive, undeniable psychological breakdown, using her "insanity" as the perfect shield to play the system and rewrite her fate.
9.5
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed.
But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child.
My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut.
"She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy.
He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn.
As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me.
But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call.
8.0
Lena never expected peace to find her.
After years of surviving one hardship after another, she has learned to trust no one but herself. Quiet routines and emotional distance have become her safest form of protection. Then one night, a chance encounter with a powerful and mysterious man changes everything.
Julian is an Alpha feared by many and truly known by very few. Calm, controlled, and fiercely protective of his pack, he has spent years keeping his world stable through discipline and restraint. He has rules for a reason-and one of them is never allowing anyone close enough to become a weakness.
Especially not a human woman.
But from the moment Julian notices Lena standing alone beneath the glow of a city café, something shifts between them. Not instant love. Not fate wrapped in fantasy. Just a quiet pull neither of them can explain or ignore.
As their paths continue to cross, Lena slowly discovers the hidden world Julian comes from-a world of werewolves, pack politics, loyalty, danger, and old wounds that never fully healed. Yet beneath the strength and power surrounding him, she also finds something unexpected:
A family.
Julian's pack is not built on fear alone. It is made of people who have chosen one another through loss, sacrifice, and survival. Rath, loyal and dependable. Kael, sharp-tongued but fiercely protective. Mara, calm and insightful. And eventually, children whose laughter transforms guarded walls into a home.
For the first time in years, Lena begins to feel safe.
And for the first time in even longer, Julian begins wanting more than survival.
But peace never comes easily.
Old enemies still watch from the shadows, waiting for weakness. Rival Alphas resent Julian's growing influence, and when Lena becomes the center of Julian's world, she also becomes a target.
What begins as quiet healing soon turns into a fight to protect the life they are building together.
Through betrayal, danger, heartbreak, and recovery, Julian and Lena discover that love is not found only in dramatic moments or destiny-it is built slowly in everyday choices.
In shared mornings.
In exhausted laughter.
In children climbing into bed after nightmares.
In the people who stay when life becomes difficult.
As the pack slowly transforms from a place of survival into a true community, Lena and Julian realize they are creating something stronger than fear:
A chosen family.
The Alpha and His Chosen Family is a slow-burn werewolf romance filled with healing, found family, emotional intimacy, pack dynamics, and the quiet strength that comes after surviving chaos.
Because sometimes the greatest love story is not about finding each other-
It is about learning how to live, trust, and breathe again together.