Mark was extremely happy. Too happy.
He was sitting comfortably on the sofa in his villa, phone in hand, a small, sinister smile playing on his lips. The warm sunlight spilling through the large windows seemed to match his mood. By now… they must have done everything to Kael. Everything that would completely destroy him.
Now his life was over. Mark leaned back, a soft chuckle escaping him.
"Now everyone will see what kind of person you really are, Kael. You should never have even thought about such things — things that are far beyond your status."
He pressed a number on his phone, calling the burly, tattooed man who had been handling the dirty work.
Ring… No connection, He tried again, Still nothing. The smile on his lips slowly faded. His eyes narrowed. "What the hell… Why isn't anyone picking up my call Have they all fucker just… dead "
Mark's hands trembled slightly as anger surged through him. He tried again, over and over, but the call would not go through. The phone rang endlessly, yet no one answered.
Seeing this, his frustration turned into real fury. His chest tightened, and he gripped the phone so hard that his knuckles turned white. "good very good Bastards! How dare they not pick up my call How… how dare you ! Damn it!" He stood abruptly from the sofa, pacing back and forth in the room. His voice rose with every step, filled with curses and insults.
"Useless idiots… worthless trash… they can't even handle a simple task!"but he also panic and feels Something felt wrong, Very wrong.when he don't pick up the call.
Meanwhile…
Kael arrived at his home, shutting the door softly behind him. He stood still for a moment, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath. The house was quiet, the faint smell of old wood and books surrounding him.
He walked to his room, changed into comfortable clothes, and lay down on his bed. His eyes immediately fixed on the ceiling above, lost in thought. He replayed the events of the day in his mind — every detail, every whisper, every insult. The campus, The posts, The rumors about her juding eyes mocking face the way people look at her like some kind of dirty trash ,
People were saying he had multiple sugar daddies. That he sold his body for money. That he was… cheap, immoral, whore ,slut
And the pictures… Images of him getting out of different men's cars. Images that were being shared across the campus like wildfire.
He sat in silence, thinking through every single thing. Then he closed his eyes for a few seconds, calming his thoughts. After a brief pause, he picked up his phone and made a call. "About the posts and pictures spreading on campus," he said calmly, his voice smooth yet commanding. "I want complete information. Who uploaded these. All accounts. IP addresses. Everything."
A voice from the other side replied,
"Give me some time. I'll send you the full report boss ." Kael ended the call. His gaze roamed the room, landing on every object he had kept, every memory. Everywhere… Eren Photos, all reminders of him. He reached for the photos he had secretly taken of Eren before, staring at them silently, a soft sigh escaping his lips.
"Eren…" Kael whispered. "You are mine."
"If you don't care today… you will tomorrow.
You will regret it. Your words today… they hurt me more than you know."
He closed his eyes, letting the feelings sink deep into him, mixing hurt with determination, planning, and a faint trace of dangerous desire.
Next Morning — Campus
The next morning, the campus was buzzing. A storm of noise, whispers, and gossip had spread everywhere.
Kael's name was on every student's lips.
"Did you see that post?"
"Have you heard the rumors about Kael?"
Everywhere students were talking, sharing their phones, showing others the images. The stories had grown larger overnight, the scandal spreading faster than anyone could control. In the classroom, the same chaos continued. Eren sat at his desk, his expression cold, pretending not to care.
Why should I care? he told himself. But his fingers betrayed him, gripping his pen too tightly as his pulse raced. Then the door opened. Kael walked in. The entire classroom went silent. All eyes were on him.
The whispers died in the air. Eren's heart began to pound in his chest. He had never felt this uneasy. Kael ignored everyone, walking straight to his seat with the same calm, ignoring everything around , The whispers returned, low and cautious this time.
Sara leaned toward her friend and said loudly,
"Look at him. After such a huge scandal, he still walks in like nothing happened. Doesn't he even feel ashamed? How can someone be this shameless "
The alpha sitting across from them smirked and added,
"I already knew it. People from low-class families will do anything for money — even if it means throwing away their dignity."
Another student laughed,
"If he wants money, I can give it to him too. It's just for one night anyway."
Laughter echoed through the classroom.
Eren's face darkened with anger. He let out a sharp, commanding word that silenced the room. "Enough."
Suddenly, the room went quiet. The teacher entered, trying to start the lesson, but Eren's eyes never left Kael.
Kael, however, didn't even glance in his direction once. Not once. He remained perfectly composed, completely unaffected.
When the bell rang, Kael stood and walked out without hesitation. Eren stayed behind, uneasy and restless. Something about Kael's complete silance posture made him feel strange, uncomfortable. Kael hadn't even looked at him once — ignored him whole class .
Later in Garden Kael sat alone under a large tree,the shade casting a protective darkness over him. His phone vibrated. The report had arrived. He opened it carefully, reading every detail , One name kept repeating itself.
Mark .
From Kael's kidnapping to spreading rumors across the campus, Mark had been behind every move. A slow, dangerous smile curved Kael's lips.
"So it was you, Mark."
He laughed softly at first, then threw his head back, letting out a loud, almost wild laugh. His fingers ran through his hair as he laughed harder, letting the tension in his chest explode.
Then, suddenly, he went silent.
"Mark… this is the second time."
His voice dropped, low and dangerous.
"The first time, I did nothing. I let you go… because it was your first mistake. Even then, I warned you. If you ever crossed my path again, we would see who would regret it."
A dark, dangerous smirk appeared on his face. "Looks like you didn't understand last time Just wait, Mark… just wait."
Kael's eyes glinted dangerously in the sunlight, the weight of his words hanging like a storm over the horizon.