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Her Professors FIFTY ONE
The soft morning light, usually a gentle caress, felt sharp and intrusive as it sliced across the polished marble floors of the King estate. It did nothing to disperse the thick, oppressive weight that clung to the air, a silent, suffocating shroud.Kayla stepped into the dining room, her hair still damp from a shower, the lingering ache of her morning training a dull throb in her limbs. The sudden, profound silence hit her first, a stark contrast to the usual morning murmur of conversation. Her gaze swept across the faces of the King brothers and Leo, their usual relaxed demeanor replaced by a grim, serious intensity. Their conversation had been abruptly cut short the moment she appeared.A frown creased her brow, a ripple of unease turning into a tide of apprehension. "Did something happen?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper in the unnervingly still room.Victor rose, his movements smooth and deliberate, pulling out a chair for her. "Morning. You should eat," he offered, his ton
Her Professors FIFTY
The grand sitting room of the King residence, usually a space filled with the low hum of conversation or the clinking of glasses, now held a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight. The late hour pressed in, the city outside muted, as if holding its breath. Kayla, the fierce heart of their family, had long since retreated to the solace of her bedroom, the demanding rigor of her training having finally claimed her energy. Victor finally broke the oppressive stillness. His voice, usually resonant and assured, was subdued, tinged with a gravity that immediately put Leo on edge. “There’s something we need to tell you,” he began, his gaze steady but holding a shadow of concern. “It’s about someone from Kayla’s past. From the orphanage.” Leo, who had been nursing a drink, his usual relaxed posture now subtly tensed, looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. “What do you mean, Victor?” he asked, his voice calm but with an undercurrent of alertness. Victor leaned forward, his elbo
Her Professors FORTY NINE
As night blanketed the sky in inky shades of blue and silver, Kayla found herself standing alone on the balcony just off the main lounge. A light breeze danced through her curls, and the sounds of laughter still floated through the open French doors behind her. But something tugged at her thoughts—something quiet, uneasy. Footsteps approached, steady and sure. She didn’t have to look to know it was Alistair. “You always slip away when things get too quiet,” he murmured, leaning beside her against the railing. Kayla smiled faintly. “I like the silence. Helps me think.” Alistair watched her, then followed her gaze out to the horizon. “What are you thinking about?” “The future,” she said honestly. “I know today was peaceful. Beautiful, even. But I can’t shake the feeling that something’s coming.” “You’re not wrong,” Alistair said, tone shifting. “We received intel earlier—Alexei brought it with him. One of our safe houses was compromised. Two men dead. One missing.” Kayla’s stomac
Her Professors FORTY SIX
The sun dipped low behind the horizon, casting long shadows over the abandoned factory on the edge of the city. The place had been chosen carefully—neutral territory, or so both sides had claimed. The King brothers weren't stupid; they came armed, alert, and backed up by their most trusted men. But the tension humming in the air made it clear: this meeting was anything but safe. It had started with a name. Toby. Alistair had come through with information a few days after the brothers left for their mission. He discovered that the man who had tormented Kayla in the orphanage hadn't just disappeared into obscurity. No, Toby had found his way into the criminal underworld—and not just any part of it, but the Crimson Serpents, a rival Mafia group known for their brutality and cunning. "Toby Matthews," Alistair said grimly, standing over a table filled with photos and documents. "Alias: Smoke. He's their new enforcer." Victor clenched his jaw. "So he went from bullying innocent kids
Her Professors FORTY EIGHT
Morning light crept into the bedroom in golden ribbons, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets and limbs. Kayla stirred first, her lashes fluttering open as a soft hum of satisfaction escaped her lips. Her body ached in the most delicious way, a sweet reminder of the love and passion they had shared the night before. She blinked, taking in the sight of the three men sprawled around her—Victor on her left, an arm slung protectively over her waist; Alistair behind her, his face buried in her hair; and Elliot draped near her feet, one leg still tangled with hers. A quiet smile curled her lips. Carefully, so as not to wake them, Kayla slipped out from their arms and padded to the closet. It was Saturday—thank God—which meant no lectures or running to campus. But she had assignments to complete—three, to be exact—and she was determined to knock them out today. She dressed in soft gray sweatpants and a white tank top, tying her curls up into a loose bun. As she stepped into the
Her Professors FORTY SEVEN
Kayla let out a tired sigh as she walked into the house, Veronica trailing behind her. The day had been long—she’d barely had time to breathe between juggling three different assignments and attending back-to-back meetings. She could feel the weight of exhaustion creeping up on her shoulders, and her mind was begging for a break. If only Alexei would give her a little time to catch her breath before she completely passed out. “Do you want to crash first, or get to work on the assignments?” Veronica asked, her voice light with a touch of teasing. Kayla flashed her a tired smile. “Work,” she muttered. “I’ll be dead if I don’t get this stuff done.” Veronica just rolled her eyes, clearly used to Kayla’s obsession with getting things done on time. “Good luck,” she said, waving a hand as Kayla made her way upstairs. But Kayla wasn’t heading up to her room just yet. Instead, she dropped her bag on the stairs, exhausted, and glanced toward the kitchen. Her stomach grumbled at the
Her Professors FORTY FIVE
Victor’s POVIt’s been a week since we returned from the holiday, and Kayla has been living with us — in our home, in our hearts, in every quiet corner that once felt dull and empty. Every morning, before she leaves for class, her phone rings. Without fail, it’s Leo. Her overprotective big brother, checking in. And every time, I see that soft smile on her lips, hear the lightness in her voice, and it reassures me.Our queen is glowing — not just from the outside but from within. There’s peace in her eyes now, a peace I hadn’t realized was missing until it was finally there.And that’s all we want for her.Peace. Safety. Love.But peace is never permanent in our world. Not when there are shadows trailing her past — especially one by the name of Toby.We’ve done enough watching from the sidelines. It’s time to dig. Time to act.Alistair’s POVThe plan was simple.We’d return to the orphanage where Kayla spent her childhood and dig through the rot. The goal wasn’t just about getting info
Her Professors FORTY FOUR
--- The morning of their departure arrived faster than Kayla would have liked. The soft rustle of suitcases being zipped shut and the low murmur of conversation filled the luxurious penthouse suite. The holiday had felt like a dream — a blissful escape wrapped in golden sunsets, lazy mornings, and evenings filled with laughter and affection. But reality, with all its obligations and schedules, had come knocking. Kayla sat on the edge of the bed in her room, gently folding the last of her clothes into her bag. Her fingers lingered on a lightweight scarf — a souvenir from their trip to the beach. It still smelled faintly of sea salt and sunshine. She brought it to her nose and closed her eyes, trying to seal the memory inside her. A soft knock pulled her from her thoughts. “Come in,” she called quietly. Victor stepped inside, his sleeves rolled up as usual, and a faint crease between his brows. “Almost ready, sweetheart?” Kayla nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just trying to make
Her Professors FORTY THREE
Kayla tried her best to mask the change in her mood. She smiled when the men smiled, laughed when they joked, and nodded when they asked if she was all right. But the lively sparkle she had carried all day was now dim, and despite her efforts, it didn’t escape the sharp, observant eyes of the men around her. Victor, Alistair, and Elliot exchanged glances more than once. Leo, her brother, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he watched Kayla push her food around her plate, barely eating a bite. They didn’t press her there at the restaurant — not with so many eyes around — but a silent agreement passed between them. They would find out what was wrong. Later, once they were back in the privacy of the penthouse suite they shared, Kayla excused herself to sit by the window, hugging her knees to her chest as she stared out at the city lights. Victor was the first to move. He crouched down in front of her, his hand resting lightly on her knee. "Kayla," he said, his voice low and sof
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