LOGIN*****Josephine POV**Final exam week at Bells University felt like stepping into a different life.Professor Winsley was gone. The man the campus had once feared and respected now existed only as Artemis Silver—publicly claimed, unmasked, and proudly known as Sugar. His teaching days were over by choice. What remained was the singer, the protector, and the man who had chosen me.When Andrena, Christiana, and I walked through the main gates on the first day of exams, the courtyard erupted. Students cheered. Someone started a chant of my name that had nothing to do with “Sweet Poison.” They threw an impromptu party near the fountain that afternoon—music, snacks, and so many hugs I almost forgot how to breathe. I had become… nice. The change still surprised me.In Literature class the new lecturer asked a difficult question about unreliable narrators. I stood up without thinking, answered clearly, and even added a personal reflection about growth. The lecturer stared, then began to cl
**Josephine POV** Our baby….I cried I turned my face into Winsley’s chest and cried in a way I had never cried before—not when Jack first hurt me, not when the campus turned on me, not even when my father slapped me in front of everyone. The pain sat low and deep, an emptiness that felt bigger than my body. Winsley’s tears landed in my hair. I felt him freeze for a second when the doctor’s words fully sank in—he had not known I was pregnant. The surprise shuddered through him, followed immediately by a grief that matched my own. He kept murmuring apologies against my temple as if he could take the guilt into his own body. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry, little bird… I didn’t know… I should have been here…” My father stood in the doorway, watching the boy from the park—the son of his old enemy—rock his broken daughter while she grieved the tiny life that had never had a chance. No one spoke for a long time. The only sounds were my broken sobs and the quiet, steady rhythm of Winsley’s
**Elara POV**The prison yard burned exactly as planned.I stood on the ridge overlooking the facility, black coat wrapped tight against the night wind, and watched the mafia soldiers I had called in from my mother’s side of the family move like shadows. Flames climbed the outer fence and the eastern watchtower. Alarms screamed. Guards ran in the wrong directions. In the chaos, the side gate that had been weakened two nights earlier swung open just long enough.Jack came through it limping, face streaked with soot, eyes wild with gratitude and hate.He spotted me and actually raised both hands like a man greeting a saint.“Elara… you did it. You fucking did it.”I smiled the same cold smile I had worn the night I switched the flash drives. From the pocket of my coat I pulled a thick envelope stuffed with cash—more than enough to buy new papers, a weapon, and silence—and threw it at his feet.“Burn her alive,” I said softly. “I want her to feel every second. The friends too if they ge
****Josephine POV**“No!!! Are you insane?!”My father’s voice exploded through the bedroom like a gunshot. He stared at my still-flat stomach as if the pregnancy itself were a personal betrayal. His hands shook at his sides.“What have you done?!” he roared. “Do you have any idea what this means for this family? For everything I have built?”Crocs stood frozen near the door, his earlier happiness completely wiped away. His mother looked pale. Lady Lana had quietly stepped back against the wall.My father turned on Crocs next, voice sharp and final.“Crocs cannot father a baby that is not his. This ends any discussion of marriage. I will not allow—”“I will father her baby.”Crocs’ words cut through the room so cleanly that even my father fell silent.Everyone turned to stare at him. Crocs’ face was pale but set with a determination I had never seen before. He looked straight at my father, then at me.“I don’t care whose blood it is,” he said, voice steady. “I have loved Josephine si
****Josephine POV**The black car turned through the tall iron gates of the Maradona estate just as the sun began to set. The moment the front doors of the mansion opened, Lady Lana—the only nanny who had ever felt like real warmth—rushed forward with open arms.Salome and Divya too…. “Princess… you’re home. Thank God.”I let her hold me for three full seconds. The familiar scent of her lavender soap almost undid me. Then the nausea that had been stalking me since the courthouse surged without warning. I pulled away, clapped a hand over my mouth, and barely reached the nearest bathroom before I vomited hard into the toilet.Lady Lana followed, rubbing my back in worried circles. “Stress, baby. It’s only stress. I’ll make you ginger tea.”I rinsed my mouth, stared at my pale reflection, and felt something colder than fear settle in my stomach. I couldn’t stay inside those walls. Not tonight.While the household buzzed with staff preparing for whatever my father had planned, I slippe
Josephine POVMy bare feet slapped against the cold pavement outside the staff quarters. Tears blurred everything. Behind me I heard Winsley—Artemis—shouting my name, his footsteps pounding after me.“Josephine, wait!”I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The wing tattoo, the park, the wristband, the name Silver—everything spun inside my head until I felt sick. I pushed harder, my lungs burning, the oversized hoodie flapping around my thighs.A police van screeched to a halt directly in front of me, blue lights flashing across the dark campus road. My legs went completely weak. I stumbled and nearly fell.Elara came closer to me… phone still in her hand, voice soft and venomous.“That’s the defamer,” she whispered to the officers. “Take her away.”Two officers moved fast. Strong hands closed around my arms.“No—please—!” I screamed, tears streaming. “I didn’t—Winsley!”They pulled me toward the open back of the van. I thrashed, still screaming his name, until the doors slammed shut and the v
The next day***** I jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth fast, washed my face, and threw my clothes on without wasting time. It was obvious lecture was about to start. I love waking up when it was almost time. That way, when I walk into the school, every head would tu
--- Andrena and Christiana carried me and dropped me into their car before driving away. I stared into the air as if it was stroke. They opened the car door and called one of the guards to carry me inside. The moment I fell onto my bed, I screamed out loud, unable to control my emotions. “No!!!”
--- The drive back to my private hostel felt like forever. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. Andrena and Christiana sat quietly in the back, stealing glances at each other like they were scared to speak. I hated that look. It made me feel small. By the time
Warning:** This story contains mature themes including bullying, revenge, and explicit sexual content. It also explores trauma and power imbalance. Please read at your own discretion. 18+ only. --- “Fuck! No! Not again! Not this shit again!” I screamed in frustration and yanked at my







