All Chapters of The Billionaire's Campus Crush: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Tamara's POV "I will get you a furnished apartment tonight and triple your salary if you would be my fake girlfriend," he said to me. "And why would you think I'd do that?" I asked, giving him a nonchalant look. "You're left without a place to stay after using all your earnings to pay off your parents' debt and cover your tuition fees. Despite needing help, you would rather find a solution yourself." "Are you stalking me? How do you know all this?" I questioned, with disbelief written all over my face. "I have my ways, Tamara," he responded with a stern look. "You even know my name." ➨➨➨➨➨➨➨➨ Tears streamed down my cheeks as I read and reread these words on my computer screen: "Congratulations, Tamara Hinds, you have been offered admission to study at the University of Wellsbrough." For three long years, I had to put my dream of attending college on hold after finishing high school. My parents were struggling with debt because of my dad's medical bills, and my mum's

Jesse's POVThe morning light filtered through the curtains as I woke up, the day stretching ahead with its usual routine. Today was just another day, or so I thought. I arrived at the university early, ready to start my lectures. As the first class began, I scanned the room, my eyes catching sight of a girl trying to make her way inside. Our gazes locked for a moment.She was stunning—her presence seemed to light up the room. Her hair framed her face perfectly, and her eyes held a quiet intelligence that drew me in. I felt a strange sensation, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. I was captivated, almost mesmerized. For a moment, I found myself staring, lost in her beauty. Immediately, I snapped back to reality, anger bubbling up inside me. How could I let her affect me like this? It was unprofessional and inappropriate. In a harsh attempt to regain control, I ordered her to leave."You're late. If you can't come early, you can't be in my class. Get out," I said, my voice sharper

The rest of the vening continued with me answering all the questions Dad and Aunt Serena threw at us. Ranging from different series questions like how fast we are pacing our relationship, that was none of my business there isn’t any relationship after all. I just wanted to pull through this night. I noticed Tamara sitting quietly, her eyes darting between the speakers, absorbing every word. I knew I had dragged her into my mess, but I was rewarding her for her time, so it really changed nothing. During dinner, I messaged Trevor, my personal assistant, to make arrangements for an apartment near the university. As the evening wound down, dinner was over with Aunt Serena and Dad bidding us goodbye while Olivia just sat indifferently. I led Tamara to the car, opening the door for her before getting in myself. The drive was quiet, the air filled with the unspoken tension of her unasked questions. I could see the curiosity and confusion in her eyes through the rearview mirror. I knew

The drive home was filled with unspoken thoughts. What kind of life did Jesse lead? Why did he need a pretend girlfriend for the night? I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was more to his story than he was letting on.As I looked at him again, I couldn't help but wonder about his motivations. His father was one of the most powerful men in the country, yet here Jesse was, leading a seemingly ordinary life as a professor. Was he trying to distance himself from the Carter legacy? Or was there something else at play?When we finally arrived at my place, he reiterated the need for confidentiality. "Remember, this arrangement is strictly confidential.""I remember," I replied, my voice steady.I walked away, feeling his gaze still on me. My thoughts were a jumble of emotions and questions. This night had been a stark reminder of the complexities and secrets that often lay hidden beneath the surface of wealth and power. Jesse Carter was an enigma, and I couldn’t help but feel uneasy

Jesse’s POV As I walked into the lecture hall, my eyes instinctively searched for Tamara. Maybe I was just expecting to see her in the front row. My gaze swept the room, and I was surprised to find her sitting in the middle of the class. Our eyes met, and she immediately turned back to her book. I tried to shake off the distraction and started the lecture. As I spoke, I couldn't help but glance in her direction occasionally. She seemed engrossed in her notes, but I noticed the tension in her posture. I knew I had to maintain a professional distance. But it was difficult to ignore the pull I felt towards her. The lecture went smoothly, and I focused on delivering the material as clearly and engagingly as possible. I could see that she was diligently taking notes, her brow furrowed in concentration. Despite the awkwardness between us, it was evident that she was determined to excel in her studies. After the day was over, I walked towards my car to drive home when I spotted her hugg