MY PROFESSOR IS ACTUALLY MY SECRET LOVER
His texts were the perfect way to get away. His class was like a nightmare come true. And they were the same person.
Elena Torres finds comfort in "A.W.," a mysterious stranger who lives far away and whose funny messages are the only thing that makes her happy. She tells him everything, even her frustrations with her infuriatingly rigid literature professor, Adrian Wells. The connection feels safe because they are so far apart.
Until the phone rings in the middle of Professor Wells's class. A.W. sends a message, and the app's distance tracker shows a horrible truth: **3 meters away.**
The man she is opening up to is the professor she is not allowed to want. A suspicious university dean starts an investigation when their secret relationship becomes dangerous, and threatening notes show up, showing that someone else knows the truth. Elena needs to find out who is blackmailing them before their secret is revealed, since her scholarship and his job are on the line.
But when the blackmailer traps her in a dark garage and demands the one piece of evidence that can save Adrian, Elena has to choose between giving up the proof and killing the man she loves or putting everything on the line to protect a love that was never meant to be.
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Chapter: WHAT THE BASEMENT HOLDSThere wasn't a sound from the alarm. It was a physical force, a loud wave of metal that hit the walls and shook Elena's shoes. The live feed stopped with a last, static gasp, and the archival room was filled with the frantic, bloody pulse of the emergency strobes. Red. Black. Red. Black. Adrian's face looked like a carved mask of determination in the jagged light. Ronan was moving all over the place, slamming consoles shut and pulling drives out of their ports.Ronan yelled over the noise, "They cut the main uplink!" His voice was strained. "We can't see." They're putting a lot of pressure on them."They're not just locking us down," Adrian said, his voice a low, urgent thrum that cut through the siren's wail. He had his gun out, but it wasn't aimed; it was ready to go. "They're cleaning up." That alarm means that there is a breach in the sector. "They know we know."Elena's heart pounded against her ribs like a wild bird trying to get out of a cage. People all over the world had just
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Chapter: THE VOICE FROM THE ARCHIVERonan kept one headset pressed to his ear, half-listening to the noise that followed the Kara broadcast. Reporters were dissecting every frame, security analysts were replaying facial micro-expressions, and the university had gone completely dark—no statements, no emails, no denials.Adrian leaned against the console. “They’ll have to respond soon.”“They already are,” Ronan said. “In silence. It’s the only move left.”Elena stood motionless in front of the frozen live-feed screen, Kara’s departing silhouette still reflected in the glass. “She’s not the villain,” Elena said quietly. “She’s evidence that survival can be rewritten into loyalty.”“You can’t save her from the contract she signed,” Adrian replied. “You can only keep the next woman from signing one.”The lights flickered.Ronan frowned. “That’s not the grid. That’s the uplink.”He began typing furiously. “Someone’s probing our archive node.”Elena turned. “From where?”“Not the university,” Ronan said. “External IP—encrypte
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Chapter: THE COUNTER-WITNESSThe hatch opened as if the building itself had taken a breath.No security escort, no overt menace—just one woman in a cream jacket, holding her ID badge between two careful fingers. The cameras caught her at once. Every movement looked rehearsed, calibrated for sympathy.Ronan’s data feed identified her in seconds. “Kara Ellison,” he murmured. “Former psychology major. Vanished two years ago. Now re-employed by the university as outreach consultant.”Adrian’s jaw locked. “They’re not sending a lawyer this time. They’re sending an example.”Kara’s heels clicked softly across the concrete floor. “I’m here of my own accord,” she said, as though reading from a card. “I heard the broadcast. I need to speak with you, Elena.”Elena didn’t step back. The light behind the lens painted her in hard white. “Then speak.”Kara turned slightly toward the camera, her tone pitched for an unseen audience. “The Wellness Office helped me when I was lost. They listened. They gave me peace. I just want pe
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Chapter: THE SYSTEM IS THE SILENCEThe reaction wasn’t slow or cautious — it was instant. The moment she named the office, the institution flinched like a struck nerve. Ronan’s console flashed with a burst of network interference: internal servers pulling records offline, redactions triggering in real time, firewalls slamming shut.“They’re purging logs,” Ronan said, already counter-routing surveillance caches. “Not just recent activity — historical. They’re trying to erase the trail before anyone outside can archive it.”“And they can’t,” Elena said, “because I’ve already given the world the map.”Her tone wasn’t triumph.It was inevitability.“You just armed millions of accidental investigators,” Adrian said quietly.“Exactly,” she replied.That was the thing containment always forgot:secrecy scales elegantly,visibility multiplies.Ronan kept one eye on the institutional panic unfolding across data channels — then swore under his breath.“External legal counsel is in triage mode. They’re scrambling to redefine the
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Chapter: ARCHITECTS OF SILENCEThe moment the feed returned to live audio, the energy across the network didn’t just sharpen — it collected. Millions were listening not for spectacle anymore, but for revelation.Elena stood in full view of the camera, no tremor, no retreat. A woman who had already walked past the point where fear could buy her silence.“Before they can bury the next piece of evidence,” she said, “I’m going to show you how the disappearance machinery works — not the end of it, the beginning. The doorway. The funnel.”She didn’t say it angrily.She said it like a surgeon naming anatomy.“Most people think vanishing happens at the moment a case is sealed. It doesn’t. It starts long before that. It starts the first moment a woman reports harm or misconduct inside a structure that benefits from her silence. That moment triggers a process disguised as assistance.”Ronan was already watching the secondary screens — journalists clipping the feed, law scholars going frame-by-frame, commentators suddenly afr
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Chapter: JURISDICTION BREAK IIThe lead attorney didn’t retreat — people at her level didn’t step backward — but her stance changed. She was no longer approaching a witness. She was confronting a threat she hadn’t been sent here prepared to neutralize.“Ms. Marlowe,” she said, steel edging through her tone now, “you are jeopardizing due process.”“No,” Elena replied, “I am preventing its burial.”“You are defying legal protocol—”“I am defying ownership.”She didn’t raise her voice.She didn’t need to.Refusal stated calmly is harder to discredit than outrage.The male attorney tried again, pivoting to intimidation cloaked in procedure.“If you continue publicly, you will expose yourself to institutional countersuit. Defamation, reputational harm, interference—”“You can’t defame a system by describing what it actually does,” Elena said.He blinked — thrown by the precision of the reply.The third attorney — silent until now, much older, eyes like sealed ledgers — finally spoke. His voice wasn’t sharp. It was quiet
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