The Bound Between Us

Chapter 831

When Jackson spotted Monica walking up, a wave of relief washed over him—as if his big sister had swooped in to save the day.

"Hey, Monica!" he called, jogging over with those awkward little steps that always made Monica want to facepalm.

She used to joke with their mom: "Why couldn't you give me a little sister instead of this goofball?"

Monica shot him a stern look. "Could you walk like a normal person for once? Anastasia's in the car-go say hi."

Jackson turned, flashing a grin. "Hi, Anastasia!"

Anastasia hopped out, her blonde hair catching the sunlight. "Well, look at you! Even more handsome than last time."

"Don't let it go to his head," Monica teased. "His brain only works when he's buried in textbooks."

With Monica and Anastasia standing side by side, they were a knockout pair. Even Kristine, usually the queen bee around campus, suddenly faded into the background.

"Sis..." Jackson muttered, looking sheepish.

Monica didn't back down. "Go get my bag from her. And the dress, too. Oh, and my skincare stuff-there should be a couple more dresses in there. Tell her to give everything back."

Jackson hesitated. "Isn't that kind of harsh?"

Monica gave him a look but, with so many people watching, she let it slide. "Maybe next time you won't get dumped. Just bring my stuff back."

As Monica's Maybach rolled up, Kristine stared in disbelief. She didn't know much about cars, but the whispers from the crowd said it all:

"Did you see that? Jackson's sister drives a Maybach! That's worth a fortune!"

those trust fund kids

"If you don't want these,

face twisted. "Are these

the real thing. And these aren't even her best ones-she's got bags worth hundreds

wasn't letting it go. "Quit acting like you're some big shot. I know you're just a nobody from the middle of nowhere. You

"When

when Kristine had confronted him weeks ago, he'd been so deep in his research he barely heard

you tell me your family was

money,

Jackson shrugged. "Kristine, I

were different.

care about that stuff. Anyway,

how to move on-no

see Kristine, but Monica told him

Kristine watched as Jackson

up the luxury

upt

more than she could ever afford. She'd

Level

the bags were fake, especially since Jackson always seemed

saving all his time and

math prodigy—-even the professors came to him for

stood there, mortified,

she thought. She let the