تسجيل الدخولJosephine POV The next day, the campus felt smaller. Everywhere I turned, I saw them.It obvious he is back to her again…. Professor Winsley and Elara were back together — publicly. In the hallway, she pulled him in for a deep kiss right as I walked past. Her eyes met mine over his shoulder, triumphant. I felt something sharp twist in my chest. I wanted to cry, but I refused. Instead, I lifted my chin and kept walking. By lunch, I entered the cafeteria with Crocs on one side and my Chaos girls on the other. Andrena and Crocs immediately started arguing about something silly — which football team was better. “Yours is trash,” Andrena teased. Crocs hissed back, “Your twin sister is in love with me Christiana, that’s why she is mad.” Andrena choked on her drink and burst into loud laughter. “Me? In love with you? You’re not even my type! I beat you twice in COD and water combat, loser!” I chuckled despite the heaviness in my chest. It felt good hearing them argue. That was wh
Josephine POV My phone rang and I quickly answer the call….No lecture today, so have been sleeping all through…. It was Andrena…. Don’t forget Sugar concert is tonight….. she screamed. Oh my gosh, I stood up preparing instantly… ***** The arena was alive. Thousands of fans packed the massive space, waving glowing banners with Sugar’s masked face, wearing T-shirts printed with his name, and throwing confetti every time the lights pulsed. The energy was electric. Andrena, Christiana, and I stood near the front, screaming our lungs out as Sugar performed. We sang every lyric at the top of our voices, hands in the air. I felt free — no drama, no guilt, just the music vibrating through my chest. Then Sugar paused mid-song, scanning the crowd. His masked face turned toward our section. The spotlight followed. He pointed directly at me. “Josephine Maradona,” his smooth, familiar voice echoed through the arena. “Come up here.” The entire crowd lost it. Screams exploded. Phones
Josephine POVThe Grand Theatre was filled. Parents, guardians, lecturers, and students filled every seat for the Annual Literature Theatre Festival. Cameras flashed from the press section. This was one of the biggest nights of the academic year, and our 300 Level Literature class was performing Macbeth.I stood backstage in my Lady Macbeth costume — a deep blood-red gown that flowed like liquid sin, hair pinned in an elegant but wild updo, dark makeup making my eyes look dangerous. My heart beat steadily. Not from nerves. From purpose.Andrena squeezed my hand. “You’ve got this, Jojo.”Christiana grinned beside her. “Break a leg, Queen.”Everybody in my department were scared because nobody has ever beat Romeo and Juliet performance and our seniors were the one performing it. When the curtains rose and my scene came, the entire hall went silent.I stepped onto the stage under the spotlight.“Out, damned spot! Out, I say!”My voice rang clear and chilling through the theatre. I de
Josephine POVI was waiting…. Waiting for him…. Professor Winsley had not replied my message since last night, but something told me he would come. The pull between us had grown too strong to ignore, even for him.I sat on the edge of the stage, legs dangling, replaying my mother’s words in my head. Be the villain. The memory of her voice made my chest tight. I had spent the whole day trying to shake it off — helping Andrena and Christiana rehearse their supporting roles for Macbeth, laughing at their silly jokes, pretending I was okay.But I wasn’t okay.The side door creaked open.He stepped in.He stopped a few meters away, hands in his pockets, watching me like I was both salvation and destruction.“You came,” I said softly.“I shouldn’t have.” His voice was rough. “This have to stop, Josephine. Whatever this is between us… it’s destroying everything.”I stood up slowly and walked toward him. He didn’t back away. When I stopped right in front of him, close enough to feel his
Josephine POVThe rain had left the campus damp and quiet. I lay on my bed in my hostel, staring at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me. My body still remembered every second in the theatre hall — Professor Winsley’s thick cock stretching me, the way he groaned when I rode him hard, the risk of the open door, and how the sudden blackout had saved us from total disaster.My phone vibrated on the bedside table.Unknown number. I ignored it the first time. It rang again. Then again. On the fourth ring, I finally picked up, pressing the phone to my ear without speaking.“Pearl?” Her voice was soft, almost sweet. The nickname made my stomach twist. “Josephine Angel Maradona, are you there?” Mom called I swallowed hard. “What do you want?”A soft laugh came through the line. “Is that how you greet your mother now? I saw the wine campaign photos. You looked stunning, my darling. But I heard you ran out of the shoot. Your father was so worried.”I sat up slowly, back against the h
Josephine POVSugar. I whispered. He pulled with incredible strength, his muscles straining under a black hoodie. He dragged me up over the broken railing until I collapsed safely onto the wet ground, coughing and sobbing.He knelt beside me immediately, pulling me into his arms without hesitation. One hand cradled the back of my head, the other wrapped around my waist, holding me like I was something precious.I clung to him, shaking violently from the rain, the cold, and the near-death experience.“You…” I choked out, voice hoarse. “You saved me.”He didn’t speak. Just held me tighter as the rain continued to pour. His body heat seeped into mine. The wing tattoo on his wrist was inches from my face.Sugar was one person, I would never destroy…. He was my safe haven. *****I returned to campus the next morning like a phoenix rising from ashes — colder, sharper, and more dangerous than before. The rain, the bridge, the near-death experience, and Sugar’s strong hand pulling me ba







