LOGINChapter 14
Daniella's POV
I looked away, unable to hold her gaze any longer due to the shame. After all being pregnant right now wasn't exactly something to be proud of, especially not with Professor Kent. Now I wondered how she would react to that.
She stopped what she had been doing and stepped closer to me, “Dani? You're pregnant?" Her eyes fell to my still flat belly and back up at me. “This is some prank right? Like you wanted to do before?"
I shook my head slowly, hating that it wasn't a prank this time. “I really wished it were a prank Rayne. I'm pregnant, two weeks pregnant"
She raised a hand as if to stop me from saying anything else. “So you're telling me you've known for two weeks and didn't tell me? Shouldn't I have been the first person you called? Why exactly am I your best friend them?"
She wasn't done, “Is it that Gareth? Did he reject responsibility? Is that why you both aren't working out? You know I could easily fix that right?" She seemed genuine and I knew if I agreed, she would do it in a flash.
Still I refused to lie and there wasn't any need to anyway. “It's not him. I didn't find out two weeks ago anyway. I found about two days ago. I haven't had time to deal with that reality" I took her hand and led her to the chairs.
She sat down opposite me, holding my hand still. After a brief awkward silence, she spoke, "So if he isn't the father then who is he?”
That question led to the more complicated part of the story. I wasn't exactly sure how to tell her or go about it. It seemed she just wanted to know, there wasn't any difference in the way she looked at me but even then, I didn't want to tell her.
Rayne must have noticed how I got, "Let's start from the beginning. Why exactly haven't you prepared yourself for an abortion? Are you planning to keep the baby for yourself?” She asked.
At least that question had an easier answer. Not easier because it was better but at least it wasn't as complicated. “I can't get an abortion"
She opened her mouth to talk but I spoke before she could, “It's health complications" then I explained what the doctor had told me, telling her why I couldn't have an abortion.
When I finished, she stared at me, shaking her head in disbelief. “Wow" was all she said for a while.
We both sat in silence, looking at each other. Her light eyes were full of concern and questions, all of which I would eventually answer. I just wanted the information she already had to sink in first.
Finally, she let out a breath of air, “Tell me everything" was all she said.
Now that I was ready, I began to narrate everything to her. I started from my relationship with Gareth. Then to how he had manipulated so easily into getting me to Professor Kent's house.
“Wait, what the fuck?” She said in a small voice, "Your professor?” Then a small smile spread across her face, "You're so freaked out. You were getting fucked by your professor?” The smirk on her face was mischievous.
I rolled my eyes, the images flashing for a second. His hands on my waist as he slid into me. The words he whispered while he made me sing his name. Before I got lost in those memories, I shook them away.
"I'm not done" I said, stopping her from going any further.
She stopped and sat back, listening intently again and I continued from there on. I told her about the way he had proceeded to pay me the next morning but only because Gareth had sent me these as some sort of whore for money.
“I can't believe it" she shook her head but said nothing else.
“Then Saturday evening, I heard something in the pharmacy that caused me to get a pregnancy test. Two lines" I dropped my head as the shock of the result washed over me again. It still felt like it was happening to someone else and not me.
She didn't interrupt me, allowing me continue peacefully. The next part was somehow the most difficult part of it. The one I didn't want to happen.
“When I went to college to tell him yesterday, I found out he got engaged to her"
She raised a brow in question, “Who?"
“Freya Miller" the name felt like sand in my mouth, “The girl I found Gareth fucking"
Her mouth fell open in shock, “So you're saying this bitch not only stole your boyfriend but the father of your baby as well?" The question seemed surprisingly fitting for the situation and funny as well.
I couldn't help myself when I burst out laughing. My hands found the arm of the chair to stop myself from falling off. “Rayne, what the fuck"
She smiled, “No, seriously you know"
The laugh faded away and reality came back almost immediately. I sighed, "It was all my fault. I should have left as soon as I saw the look in his eyes. I saw it all, I knew it wasn't for dinner.” Not with the way he looked at me.
Still, a huge part of me knew for a fact that even if I tried and went back to that day, I wouldn't have gone. I'd have stood there and let him fuck me over and over again until we were both satisfied. It was something about him.
Rayne must have read me because she made a clicking sound with her tongue, “You're down bad for him"
I snapped out of it, “There's no way, I don't even know him asides his name and his nakedness" how big his dick is.
She didn't argue but I could see that she wasn't fooled “so what do you plan to do now because if you can't get rid of the baby then he needs to know eventually. Unfortunately, even I wouldn't support keeping that knowledge from him”
My head bobbed up and down unconsciously. She was right, it wasn't just for myself. It was for the child and for professor Kent to have a choice at least. My soul wouldn't be at peace of I didn't tell him. "I will tell him. It's just learning that news today…” I trailed off.
Her eyes rounded into a soft look, "I know baby”
"But I'll tell him for sure tomorrow. I don't think there's ever a time that will be perfect to tell him” although the words were more encouragement to myself than just the truth.
She stood up from where she had been sitting, "For now though I think it's best we eat. We can't have you starving especially with..” she paused, looking at me as if searching for something. "A baby” maybe she found it.
"We'd better” I stood up and we went back to the kitchen. "Food is life”
.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
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
Daniella’s POVMy 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 co
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







