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God couldn't be this cruel. He couldn't have sent Ivan my way two times in a day. That was something the devil would do.“Are you alright, hon?” Mom asked, her tone a bit surprised.No, I'm not, mom. This man can't be your fiance! He's a monster.“Are you alright, dear?” Ivan asked, his face laced with worry.This monster can actually look worried? Huh?I gripped the edge of my chair and sat down again. Then I forced a smile. “I'm fine. Just startled, that's all.” Ivan smiled. “I understand, dear.” Then he turned to mom. “I teach at her university.”Mom clapped her hands and smiled. “That's wonderful. You two have already met?”My hands trembled as I reached for a glass of water. “Y - yes. He taught today.”“Yes. Your daughter is such a bright student, Lana. You did a good job raising her.” Ivan took mom's hand and kissed it.How could he do this and feel comfortable? Mom, get your hand away from him! I wanted to scream but I couldn't. I pushed back my chair again, surprising them

I've never felt the sudden urge to throw up than I did right now.The man who had assaulted me last night. The crazy bastard who had used me like I was nothing was looking right at me.His jet black hair was cropped tight at the sides and was a bit grey. His lips were set in a thin line and the white stubbles on his cheeks enhanced his looks. Every inch of his clothing from his tailored slacks to his white shirt, clung to his body. He looked hot despite being mature. Looking at him made me sick in so many ways. Just last night, I prayed I'd never see him and now he was standing here in front of me as my professor of criminal law.Why was a professor in a mansion that wasn't his? Forcing a young lady to go on him?! The class seemed to hold their breath as he talked to them. They seemed mesmerized even. You don't see a handsome professor everyday. If only they knew that type of man he was.“Welcome to criminal law” he said in the same calm deep voice he spoke last night and I nearly

My mouth fell open and I hope this is all a nightmare because this sort of joke has gone too far.I threw my head back. This nightmare was so real. When I wake up, I'll text my girlfriends about it. “If you don't like that option then, we can do something better.” His fingers moved to stroke my bottom lip, parting it slowly. In my life, I've never been as frozen as I was right now. He slid his fingers down to my throat and squeezed hard. “You can either get on all fours or you can use your mouth.” I wish this was a dream but it wasn't. It was all real. This crazy bastard is real. Now, I realized how much trouble I was in. This psycho will kill me.“So? Which is it?” he asked in a soft voice. The nerve of him.When I noticed his grip around me had loosened, I lunged up, trying to headbutt him and run. For a second I was free, I had almost escaped when suddenly, air whooshed from my lungs and my back hit the bedstand.“Aargh!” A muffled groan escaped my lips and my throat closed. I l

Breaking into a million dollars hadn't been in my plans for tonight but plans changed and people adapted especially when their moms went out with their girlfriends to celebrate their engagement. Apparently, mom's new boyfriend gave her a fancy ring and she went out to celebrate, forgetting that we had a pile of unopened bills and a voicemail from the utility company that sounded very much like a threat. My knees scraped against the concrete as I hauled myself onto the terrace ledge and over the railing, praying my thrift-store dress doesn't give up on me. Luckily, I landed on the terrace without incident and slipped back into the sneakers and bag I'd tossed over. My heartbeat drummed in my ears as I reached the sliding door. I would've gone through the front door but I'd get caught immediately so the back terrace was my only option. I picked the lock, praying my lock picking skills wouldn't fail me now. I fumbled with the keyhole for a few seconds before I heard a click. Bingo! A