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Chapter Thirty - Seven
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He's my Professor Chapter Thirty - Nine
TIARA’S POINT OF VIEWI sat in the living room as I await for Sir Hart’s return. It wasn’t even six in the morning yet, but I had been awake since before dawn. My eyes swollen from nights of restless thinking. I wrapped my arms around myself. The silence of the mansion was heavy, broken only by the distant chirping of birds greeting the morning.Two nights. I have seen Sir Hart's friends slipping down the corridor two nights ago, holding their breath as though the walls themselves might turn on them. That morning, when I found them spread like corpses on the couches in the living room, I knew something was happening. Since then, I have witnessed the same scene every night. Doors creaking softly, shadows creeping in toward Sir Hart's office and then out of the mansion, then returning hours later to drag Sir Hart back before dawn, tired and drained. ‘He’s doing this for me. He’s burning himself down just to free me from the organization.’ My chest tightened when I remembered about the
He's my Professor Chapter Thirty - Eight
TIARA’S POINT OF VIEWThe living room was quiet except for the faint hum of the television. I decided to see a movie on their large TV screens with Sir Hart. Sitting on the sofa with my knees bent, Sir Hart sat comfortably next to me. He let me choose the film to watch. As this was happening, the words "breaking news" flickered over the screen.The screen showed blurred video of bodies being pulled from the water.“The Villaraza couple who had recently announced bankruptcy were found earlier this morning, floating lifeless in Pasig River. Both suffered gunshot wounds to the head, which authorities confirmed as the cause of death.” The news anchor voice was calm, but every word struck me like glass splintering inside my chest.My breath was shallow as I sat motionless on the couch. After a single slam, my heart fell heavily into my gut. Confident that I had misheard, I blinked. However, it was clearly stated in the headline at the bottom of the screen. VILLARAZA COUPLE WERE MURDERED. M
He's my Professor Chapter Thirty - Seven
SIS HART’S POINT OF VIEWThe night was still. My office wrapped in silence except for the hum of computer screens. Maps of Avila’s drug factory sprawled across my desk. The factory was an old textile plant repurposed into a drug laboratory.“At least twenty security details. Alternating shifts with weapons. Blind spots solely on the north boundary, infrared on the east wall.” Knox didn’t look up as his voice echoed in the room. Lines of code streamed across his monitor as he dug into the plant’s surveillance.“Sounds like fun.” T leaned against the desk, arms crossed, and smirk as sharp as ever.My pen moving across the blueprint as I circled weak points. “North perimeter will be our entry. Knox kills the eyes. Emir and Cash handle the guards outside. Gael provides cover from the ridge.”“And us?” T raised a brow.“We burn it from the inside. Once we’re in, there’s no turning back. That place goes up in flames.” My tone was steel.“Let us join too. It won’t be fun if we just stay outsi
He's my Professor Chapter Thirty - Six
SID HART’S POINT OF VIEW“BODYGUARDS?” Emir echoed, clutching his chest in mock offense.“Sweetheart, we’re much handsomer than bodyguards.” Cash immediately butt in, not wanting his spotlight to be stolen.“Speak for yourself.” Knox drawled as he took a spoonful of fried rice into his mouth.”Exactly. Look at this face.” Cash tapped his jaw, posing dramatically. “This doesn’t scream bodyguard. It screams heartbreak.” He stated smugly.My baby sister laughed again, trying and failing to hide it behind her glass of milk.A subtle warmth pressed against the back of my mind as I observed them. Laughter danced in the air as if it had always been here, and breakfast went on longer than it should have. Tiara's brilliant eyes were focused on the men seated around the table as she rested her chin on her hand. “So… what do you all do?” she asked finally. “You don’t really look like… I mean—“ she stopped. “Bodyguards.” she muttered, her cheeks coloring.Cash leaned back, smirking. “Told you, sw
He's my Professor Chapter Thirty - Five
SID HART’S POINT OF VIEWThe sterile blue illumination of the monitors filled my workplace. Data lines moved across the screen. I decoded coded messages, shipments, and numbers. All of the threads pointed to the same cancer: the Spettro Organization, which has the audacity to hurt my younger sister. I steepled my fingers and relaxed back in my chair. My mind was like a razor, slicing through every risk and every possibility.Casinos. Drugs.Money running in infinite rivers was the organization's beast, and they were the arteries that nourished it. The empire would choke on its own blood if I cut both. I displayed the blueprints of two casinos that launder illicit funds and are situated in separate cities. One was a secret den disguised as exclusivity, and the other was a gilded palace of immorality. I was aware of their vulnerabilities, which included server rooms, security schedules, and fire exits that were covered by walls. I was only waiting for the strike after mapping them all.
He's my Professor Chapter Thirty - Four
T’S (HART’S FRIEND) POINT OF VIEWAs I was leaving the lot, my phone buzzed in my pocket, and when I looked at the caller ID, Sid's name appeared on the screen. I put on the speaker and lit a cigarette before responding."Where are you, T?” His tone was clipped and tight as he inquired, eager to know every detail. There was that familiar blend of authority and interest in his voice.I leaned back against the car, watching the road stretch before me. “On my way to meet the guys.” I said, blowing smoke out the window.There was a pause, short but telling. Silence thick enough to catch the shift in his expression. I could imagine his brows furrow first, then that slow knowing grin forming once it clicked. Then I could practically hear the realization in his mind.“The guys.” he repeated slowly, amused. I knew that he’s grinning, the kind that stretched lazily on his face whenever he pierced things together. “Don’t tell me, you mean them.”“Who else?” I smirked.Yeah those guys. My friends
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