The Bad Boy's Dirty Little Secret BL Chapter 100: A Million Unanswered Questions

Kai’s P.O.V

As the door swung open, Night instinctively shifted behind me, clutching the back of my jacket, his fingers gripping tightly.

It was difficult to see my Night, who was supposed to be the cheerful, unapologetic boy that I had come to love and adore, being reduced to a trembling shadow in the face of his unforgiving father.

His father strode in, his gaze cold and severe. Behind him were Rosalie’s parents, their faces tight with disapproval, and finally, Rosalie herself, eyes spitting fire as she took in our stance.

Mr. Clearwater’s expression turned sharp as he looked at Night’s father. “Jonathan,” he said in a low, cutting voice, “why is this… man still around your son? I thought you’d taken care of the problem.”

Before the douchebag Jonathan could respond, I stepped forward, squaring my shoulders and meeting Mr. Clearwater’s icy glare. “This isn’t a ‘problem’ that’s going to go away,” I said, my voice steady and loud enough to leave no room for doubt. “Night doesn’t want to marry your daughter. He never has. He only loves me.”

The room fell into a stunned silence. Rosalie’s mother looked taken aback, like I had just said something scandalous. And maybe to their dull, primitive and dense minds, I did. Rosalie herself was barely breathing as she glanced between me and Night, as if she was stunned at our audacity.

But it was Mr. Clearwater’s face that held my focus. His mouth twitched, his jaw clenched, fury and something like disbelief flashing in his eyes.

Night’s grip on my jacket tightened, and I turned to Jonathan. “You know, I noticed that there is something… off about you. Unusual.” Fueled with fire, I decided to lay it all bare and get this charade over with. At this point, I didn't really care anymore if I was being rude and disrespectful.

Jonathan had crossed all lines to begin with and I was only returning the favor.

I continued, “You’re a man with power, money and respect. And yet, you’re adamant that Night marry your business partner’s daughter…a business partner who only owns 31% shares in your company. So…I need you to answer me truthfully. Why is this marriage so important to you, huh? Why is it that you are so desperate to marry Night to Rosalie only and no one else? I don’t think it’s the money you’re after. Then what else could you really want?”

At this, Rosalie was the one who reacted, scoffing as she took offense in what I said. “Excuse me? I’ll have you know that people would be lining up to marry me if I wasn’t already engaged,” she butted in. “Don’t talk about things you don’t know. Clearly, you’re ignorant about my value.”

“And that proves another one of my points exactly,” I sighed. “If this engagement hadn't existed, there would be no need for you to throw yourself at a man who doesn’t want you the way you expect to be wanted. You two would have been able to have very different lives, far, far away from your obligations to the family. You would have the right to love whoever you want.”

“You speak of obligations?” Jonathan spat out. His face remained expressionless, but his voice was icy. “And yet you forget that I am not obliged to answer you. Love? Don’t make me laugh. You have no idea what love is! You’re nothing without your ego, and you think that you deserve my son? Foolish boy! Come, Night. Follow me home. From now on, you are to stay obediently in your room.”

He cast a sideways glance at Mr. Clearwater, before shifting his gaze back to Night. “You won’t be allowed outside until the marriage is fulfilled. To spare you the prolonged torture, we’ll have to skip the engagement party and get you two married at the closest possible date.”

A chill swept through me, and for a split second, my confidence wavered. The thought of Night and Rosalie’s marriage being rushed, of it being set as soon as tomorrow if they wanted, sent me into an internal panic. My pulse thundered, a sickening beat that rattled in my chest, far from the thrill of standing by Night’s side.

But I held my ground, straightening my shoulders even as my insides twisted. I couldn’t let them see the fear beneath my bravado—I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Night deserved someone who wouldn’t back down, someone who’d face this head-on, no matter the consequences.

I clenched my fists, looking squarely into Jonathan’s cold eyes. “You can try to push him into whatever date you want, but that doesn’t change the truth about who he is and who he loves. He’s here, and he chose to stand by me.”

I hoped my voice sounded steady despite the turmoil growing inside me.

To my surprise, Night’s mother stepped forward to place a hand on her husband’s shoulders, making him frown at her. I was mostly used to her standing still and simply nodding her agreement, but seeing her voice out her opinion made me wonder if she was as impassive as she let on.

“Dear,” she said, with a look that obviously meant she didn’t see me as someone ‘dear’ to her despite what she said, “it would be best if Night comes home for now. Before… things escalate any further.”

Was that meant to be a threat? If this was her way of showing kindness and compassion, there was no way in hell that it was working.

Night’s hand twitched at his side, his fingers brushing mine as though seeking reassurance. He looked at his mother, uncertainty and defiance flickering in his eyes, then back at me, hesitation written in the set of his jaw.

He didn’t want to leave—his resolve to stand here with me was clear. But the tug of family, of years of expectation, of obligations he’d never wanted, was pulling him back.

Dammit, I felt like I was losing him to them all over again.

I could feel his struggle as if it were my own. Gently, I reached for his hand, squeezing it, trying to let him know that whatever he chose, I’d still be here.

“It’s your call, Night,” I whispered, the words soft but steady. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Just then, the tension in the air snapped like a wire stretched too far as another set of footsteps echoed down the hall. I turned, and my heart leapt at the sight of my parents emerging from the shadows, my mother’s concerned gaze meeting mine, my father’s expression set and unreadable.

Before I could react, Night’s father lunged forward, his hand clamping down on Night’s arm with brutal force. Night yelped, his body jolting as his father tried to yank him forward, his grip unyielding and fierce.

“Enough of this nonsense,” Jonathan growled, eyes flashing as he tightened his hold. “You’re coming home with me.”

Night’s face twisted with pain and defiance, and he dug his heels into the floor, struggling against his father’s grip. Without thinking, I stepped forward, my heart pounding with anger and fear, my hands shaking as I reached out. “Let him go!” I shouted, my voice louder than I’d expected it to be.

Night’s father barely spared me a glance, his focus entirely on pulling his son away. I shot a look to my parents, pleading silently for them to understand, to help.

But then, Jonathan turned, his eyes locking onto my father. And time stood still for one very long moment.

His face blanched, horror flickering in his gaze as though he’d seen a ghost. I’d never seen him look so shaken, so utterly at a loss. The prideful asshole, turned to stone? I never thought I’d live to see the day.

My own father took a half-step back, his expression shifting to one of shock as his eyes widened, and a silence fell over the room.

What the hell was happening? Did they…know each other…?

For a fleeting moment, I thought maybe this would be it—the standstill that would force a conversation, an understanding.

But just as quickly as it had come, the moment shattered. Jonathan’s grip tightened on Night, and, without a word, he spun on his heel, motioning for the others to follow.

Before any of us could react, they were gone, Night dragged along in the whirlwind, his pleading eyes meeting mine for one heart-wrenching second before the door closed between us.

The room felt empty, the air thick with all the words left unsaid, and I could still feel Night’s presence as if he were right there.

I took a shaky breath, looking at my father.

Whatever had just happened, whatever connection lay between them… Maybe that was the piece of information I was missing. This unexpected connection between his family and mine…and the stare that passed between my father and him…

But in the end, Jonathan had managed to take Night away from me, leaving me alone with a million unanswered questions.