LOGINDaniella’s POV
My legs were sore from having stood all day in the lecture hall, so when I relaxed against the wall, it felt like my body was numb. But I endured it because my boyfriend was in the teacher's lounge and I had to wait for him.
While waiting, I heard voices coming from in there and I couldn't help but try to listen. The noise from other students made it hard but I could pick up a few lines.
“...just this once dude…”
“... I'm a fucking…, man…”
What are they talking about? Fucking?
With a roll of my eyes, I gave up trying to listen and just stayed still until the door pushed open and Gareth walked out with a smile on his face.
“God, you took so long.” I groaned, wondering what had him smiling like that and to my surprise, he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
Gareth was never affectionate in public so I was caught off guard.
“Why are you so fucking perfect?” He asked with twinkling eyes, and all I could do was laugh softly as his actions were so unusual.
“What are you talking about?” I asked as he took my hand and together, we walked out of the school premises.
“Nothing, I'm just adoring my girlfriend.” He muttered, kissing my knuckles gently and I blushed so hard that my cheeks were pink.
We returned home in his car and by the time we walked in, he pinned me against the door, kissing me like he had been wanting to do this for so long.
“Gareth…” I whispered, as his lips latched onto my neck and I gently pushed him away from me. “You know I'm not ready… I'm all yours but we can't do this now.”
“But…” He hissed, gripping my ass firmly and I jolted, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “I've been so patient. Don't you think so?”
“It's only been three months, Gareth. You promised you'd wait for me.” I pleaded, making him look at me as I kissed his lips gently and he finally grunted in agreement.
“Fine. But once that time comes, I'm losing every bit of self-control I have.” He whispered, booping my nose as he slapped my ass, making me yelp in laughter.
I couldn't help but marvel at the sight in front of me when he took off his shirt and I just knew how lucky I was to have a man like Gareth. He was perfection and he loved me just as much as I loved him.
“Should we order something to eat?” I asked, noticing how his face fell as he stared at his phone. “Is something wrong?”
“Not really. I can handle it—”
“Hey,” I interrupted him, making him look at me. “What's the matter? We promised not to keep any secrets from each other, right?”
“It's just… I don't know how to…” He paused and rubbed his forehead. “I shouldn't bother you about it, baby. I'll figure a way out.”
“Is it something I can do?” I asked gently, taking his hands in mine and he looked troubled, making my heart ache.
“I love you so much and I trust you a lot. And yes, I need help. I don't know who else I can talk to about this except you but I don't want to bother you.” He said softly and my heart pounded in my chest.
“Tell me. Whatever it is, as long as I can do it, then I will.” I muttered and he looked at me with hope in his eyes.
“So, there's this wealthy donor, he's a very important figure in the university. And he needs someone to temporarily accompany him to a private event.” He explained and my brows furrowed. “But I can't go with him and I'm the one in charge of finding someone to go with him.”
“And you haven't found anyone yet?” I questioned and he nodded, heaving out a sigh.
“This could change our lives financially. But if I don't find someone by tonight, I could lose my scholarship.” He continued and my heart sank into my stomach.
“That can't happen.” I said immediately, weighing my options. “If I go with this donor, will you be okay?” I asked and his face lit up almost immediately as he nodded, scooping me into his arms.
“I fucking love you so much, you're a lifesaver!” He exclaimed, hugging me right and I couldn't help but giggle.
Seeing him happy was my happiness.
Even though I was reluctant to do this because I didn't even know who this donor was. But I trusted Gareth. I knew he wouldn't hurt me.
I spent the next few hours choosing a dress suitable for the private event and by the time I was done, I knew I looked stunning. Hopefully, this “donor” wasn't a pervert or I'd be hitting him with my heels and taking off.
“Thank you for doing this for me, baby.” Gareth said and I smiled. “I'll drive you there myself if you want.”
“No need, you should rest. You've been through so much.” I whispered and he kissed me softly before handing me a paper containing the address.
I left the apartment, my heart pounding loudly in my chest but I forced it to stay still as I boarded a cab to the address in my hands.
The cab slowed to a stop and I swallowed, feeling a bit uncomfortable as I walked in through the gates. The security let me in without question, and it bothered me a bit because I didn't know how he knew I wasn't an intruder.
Regardless, I made my way into what looked like a penthouse and the moment I pushed the door open, I froze. It was empty.
Where was the private event?
I should have listened to my head and turned around to leave. But I chose to walk in anyway, looking around at the magnificent decorations.
The air smelled weird but I ignored it and called out to someone. Anyone at this point. What if I just walked into a kidnapper's den? Was I at the wrong address?
“Hello?”
My breathing began to feel heavy and for some reason, it was too hot in here.
Oh, it was definitely time to leave. But the moment I turned to leave, I felt someone staring at me and I froze.
That was when I noticed the figure standing by the stairs and by the time I looked closely, I realized…
I knew him! Why was he the one here?
.Chapter SIXTY FiveDaniella’s PovMarcus’s words ring in my head all night: As soon as she’ll let me put a ring on her finger.My hand drifts to the silver jade bracelet on my wrist. I am ready. I don't want a stage, I don't want cameras flashing red dots, and I don't want high-society wives whispering over champagne flutes. I want quiet, private, and real.Next morning, Kent acts weird. He checks his phone twice while making coffee. He taps his screen with a tight, focused thumb, then slips it into his pocket fast when I walk into the kitchen.Old instincts twitch. Is Robert pulling another supply line? Did Dean Holloway reopen the review?I catch myself. I am not living in paranoia mode anymore. I lean against the fridge, sipping black coffee, and watch him zip a small leather folio bag."You're acting like a spy trading secrets in a alley, Vance," I tease, raising an eyebrow.Kent pauses, turning around with a slow, faint smirk touching his mouth. "Just organizing workflow. Put y
Chapter Sixty FourKent’s PovWalking through the brick archways of campus feels like walking through a minefield where half the mines already blew up.Daniella’s phone notification cleared her name, restoring her scholarship and good standing like a clean slate. My name at the bottom of the dean's footer? Still locked in limbo. Formal department review. Corporate compliance shadow trailing my syllabus like a ghost.I pull open the heavy double doors of the economics department hall. Daniella walks beside me, carrying a fresh leather notebook, looking sharp and clear-eyed.Dean Holloway intercepts us by the faculty mailboxes. Her expression is granite-tight—not hostile, just heavy with institutional gravity."Dr. Vance," Holloway says, looking between us. "Miss Vance is cleared of the extortion conspiracy trace. Her roster stands." She turns her sharp gaze to me. "The board review regarding your faculty standing remains active. We cannot have a direct instructor-student dynamic in upp
Chapter Sixty ThreeDaniella’s PovTears blur my vision, warm and clean, as Kent pulls me up from the porch boards and into a tight, hard embrace that feels like safety carved out of stone."I believe you," I whisper against his shoulder, my voice cracking with honesty. "I don't doubt your heart, Kent. Not anymore."We sit back down on the weathered porch bench, the ocean roaring low in the dark. My fingers touch the silver chain and white jade resting on my wrist. I look up at him, moonlight cutting silver across his sharp jaw."How we started still messes with my head sometimes," I admit quietly, staring at the grain of the wood. "A setup office, a blackmailer in the dark, a cold professor who didn't want messy feelings, and a baby making choices for us before we even knew how to talk."Kent covers my hand with his big, heavy palm. His eyes are dark, deep, and steady. "The start was a wreck, Daniella. I won't lie about that. My grandfather built a cage, Gareth set a trap, and I walk
Chapter Sixty TwoDaniella’s PovMorning light hits the cheap kitchen blinds, and I lay the cold truth out on the table like open blueprints."Zero trusts," I tell Daniella, tracing a finger across a pad of yellow legal paper. "Gone. The family real estate portfolio in the valley—revoked access codes. The sovereign equity line through grandfather’s syndicate—locked out. Dividend distribution rights from the baseline parent trust—terminated."I look up, waiting for her shoulders to drop. Waiting for the realization that she chained herself to a sinking ship.Daniella sits cross-legged on the chair, sipping black coffee, her dark eyes steady and unblinking. "What’s left in your name alone?""My independent stock portfolio from pre-venture advisory advisory fees, two hundred thousand in liquid cash sitting in a clean credit union account, and Vance Advisory Group intellectual property rights," I say, laying out the exact math. "It’s enough to cover payroll, office rent for six months, an
Chapter Sixty OneKent’s PovMy thumb hovers over the cracked screen where Freya’s email sits like a bomb waiting to go off, breathing frozen in my throat.Clack. Kent drops his keys on the counter.I don't look at the phone draft yet. I look straight into his tired eyes."Freya called," I say, my voice flat and sharp as a blade.Kent’s shoulders lock. The tiredness on his face turns into hard stone. "What did she say?""She said you sat with Robert. She said there's a paper copy sitting in your briefing folder right now tying my enrollment audit clearance to your wire release." I cross my arms, forcing my legs steady. "Tell me straight, Kent. Did Robert put an exit clause with my name on it?"Kent stares at me for two long seconds. Then he lets out a heavy, ragged breath, running a hand down his face. He walks past the kitchen island, dropping his heavy leather portfolio onto the table with a dull thud. He flips the brass latches, pulls out a single thick sheaf of cream legal paper,
Chapter SixtyDaniella’s PovMy stomach twists into a hard knot when Kent says the name of the man waiting at the Sterling Club.Robert Vance. Freya’s father.The air in the kitchen turns cold. I look at Kent standing tall in his dark jacket, ready to walk into a shadow trap for four million dollars of bridge liquidity. My throat tightens. Every instinct tells me this isn't an investment meeting—it's an ambush wrapped in a wire transfer. Robert wants Kent crawling back to the family tree, humiliated and broke.I open my mouth to warn him, to beg him to skip it, then catch myself.No. I am not playing the frantic, controlling high-society wife who tells him how to breathe.I step across the floor, reaching out to rest my palms flat against his chest, right over his steady, heavy heartbeat. I look straight into his dark eyes."Remember what you promised me, Kent," I say quietly, keeping my voice clear and firm. "You said our relationship would never turn into another corporate deal. Wha
Daniella's POVMy head was pounding when my eyes finally opened. Rays of sunlight danced on my face for a while until I turned away, letting out a soft groan.Where was I?I didn't recognize anything in this room at all so I immediately sat up, my eyes widening in horror as I realized that I was na
Kent's POV“Oh god, yes…”“Fuck, bounce on me faster, that's it.”“K-Kent… I'm c-close… ahh…”“I'm gonna fucking cum too… you're squeezing so fucking tight— fuck!”I should have stopped on the couch and sent her back home but I couldn't get enough of her. I couldn't help but make her ride my cock o
Daniella's POV“Professor Kent?” I called out softly but he remained put.Was he the donor I was supposed to attend the private event with? Why did he look so terrifying yet so… beautiful?The heat inside me was starting to grow even worse and I could feel my nipples hardening through my gown just
He was losing control and he knew it. He knew something was wrong when he had his phone in front of him, a video of two people fucking on the screen, and he couldn't bring himself to jerk the cum out of his cock.His hands weren't giving him the pleasure he needed anymore and this wasn't some rando







