LOGINWho is that girl with professor Black? Do you think Amara is panicking for nothing?
AMARA'S POVSplash!I jolted.My eyes snapped open as cold water spilled down my face, soaking into my collarbone. My head banged painfully, a sharp ache drilling through my skull. I groaned, my vision blurred, struggling to focus—Then my eyes met a masculine face.He looked haggard. Dirty. His teeth brown and exposed in a grin that made my stomach twist.Fear slammed into me.I tried to move.Nothing.That was when it dawned on me.I was tied.My hands were pulled back behind the chair, my legs bound tight. Panic rushed through my veins as realization hit me all at once.I’d been kidnapped.Memory flashed.The orphanage.I felt nuisance after seeing the horrible scene.Then a hand suddenly gripped me from behind, I tried struggling and screaming.Then I felt a blow to my head and palms clamps my lips tightly before the darkness.My breath came out shaky as I looked around. An abandoned building, cracked walls, dusty floors.I shook violently in the chair and screamed.“Let me go! L
PROFESSOR BLACK ( ZED) POVThe moment we stepped inside, a cool breeze brushed past us, carrying the faint scent of trees and damp earth. The compound was wider than I expected, tall trees lining the sides, their leaves rustling softly above. A few children ran around freely under the watchful eyes of matrons, their laughter echoing faintly.I glanced at Amara beside me.She wasn’t smiling.Her gaze moved slowly, intensely, like she was searching for something invisible. Like the place was whispering to her, and she was trying to understand the language.A woman in a nun’s habit approached us with a gentle smile.“Good afternoon,” she greeted.“Good afternoon, Sister,” Amara replied politely. I nodded in acknowledgment.“How may we help you today?” the sister asked.I drew Amara closer, my hand resting firmly on her waist. I felt her stiffen slightly, then relax.“We’re looking for answers,” I said calmly. “My wife has been having strange dreams about this place. She doesn’t remembe
PROFESSOR BLACK ( ZED) POVI shouldn’t have said those words to her.The moment they left my mouth, I knew I had crossed a line I couldn’t undo.I sat back heavily in my chair, staring at nothing. The room was quiet, too quiet, and for the first time in a long while, silence didn’t feel peaceful…it felt accusing. Every corner of the room reminded me of her absence. Her scent still lingered faintly, but she wasn’t here, and that was the problem.I couldn’t relax.Not without her.I considered going to the visitors’ room, dragging her into my arms, demanding she listen to me…but I already knew how that would end. She’d ignore me. Pretend I wasn’t there. And that… that would break me far worse than any argument.How do you ask for forgiveness when you’ve never apologized before?I checked the time. Past 11 p.m.I exhaled slowly, rubbing my jaw.Then an idea hit me.“Yeah… perfect,” I muttered.I grabbed my phone and dialed a number I knew by heart.“Zed Roman Black,” she groaned on the
NINA'S POV“Shit… shit… shit!”I slammed my palms against the desk again, harder this time, the sharp pain barely registering. The room felt too small, too tight, like the walls were slowly closing in on me. We were back home, yet I had never felt more cornered in my life.Nanny Paula hovered behind me, pacing like a restless ghost. Every step she took scraped against my nerves.My breathing was uneven. My hands trembled violently, fingers refusing to obey me. I could feel it…the tightness in my chest, the familiar burn spreading like wildfire. I hissed, bending slightly as the pain stabbed through me.“No… not now,” I muttered.I yanked open the drawer and grabbed my medication, my fingers clumsy, desperate. The pills rattled loudly as I poured them into my palm and swallowed them without water.This was not the time to be weak.Not now. Not ever.The image came back again…uninvited.That old photograph.The girl.My vision blurred as rage surged through me. My fist clenched so tig
AMARA'S POV“Is this you?” I asked quietly, my fingers still holding the pendant.“Yeah,” he answered, almost under his breath.I looked up at him, a smile tugging at my lips. “You were really cute. Like… a puppy.”He scoffed and turned his face away, embarrassed. “Stop it, Mara.”I laughed softly. “I can’t believe the cold, scary CEO is actually shy.”That earned a low chuckle from him and he ignited the engine, pulling back onto the road as the car zoomed off.Silence settled between us, comfortable but heavy.“You know I’ve spent days with you,” I said eventually. “I have to go home.”“Not yet, Mara,” he groaned.I sighed and leaned back against the seat. I already knew…he wouldn’t agree.And yet… my thoughts drifted back to Anna.I felt stupid for doubting Zed, but who wouldn’t? She was his first love. And me? I didn’t even know what I was to him. He cared about me, protected me, desired me…but he had never once said he loved me.I bit my lip, my chest tightening.The car slowed a
PROFESSOR BLACK (ZED) POV I turned to look at Amara.Her face was angled toward the car window, eyes unfocused, lips pressed together like she was holding something fragile inside. She hadn’t said much since we left the office. Barely a word. Barely a breath.It had been like this ever since Anna walked into my office.I faced the road again and sighed, fingers tightening around the steering wheel as the memory slammed back into me.***********************The moment the office door opened…I froze.Time stopped.She stepped in like she owned the air….confident, calm, wearing that same smile that once destroyed me. My fists curled instantly, nails biting into my palms as a storm of emotions surged through my chest.Anger,disgust, rage.And something darker.“Hey, Zed,” she said casually, smiling like she hadn’t been the one who shattered my control, my sanity… my life.Her voice.God, I hated her voice more than I hated Roberto.For a split second, I wanted to let it all loose, to gr







