All Chapters of He's my Professor: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“THIS house was built for a family. My parents had it designed so we could all stay under one roof. But you know how it goes… they’re always away on business trips. My work keeps me out most of the time too, and my sister’s… not here. We have our own business to take care of. So, no one’s living here actually. I just decided to stay here for a couple of days but this thing happened to you, so I’m extending my days here.” Hart spoke after a brief silence. He’s averting his eyes whenever I try to make an eye contact with him.But, I was surprised when he told me that. I didn’t expect him to share something personal to me. Back when I first met him at the Montefalco resort, he was comfortable to be with, however, he has a very secretive and mysterious vibes too. So, I was shocked when he allowed himself to share a part of himself without me forcing him to.“Let’s go upstairs. Let me bring you to your room.” he gave me a simple smile before he led the way.For a moment, I was stuck starin

Sir Hart’s arm settled over my shoulders as he steered me gently out of the hallway. His stride was firm and certain, and I had to match his pace to keep up. Where are we going?” I asked and blinked, tilting my head at him. “The kitchen. I can’t let you starve. You might transform into a dragon monster.” he teased and chuckled heartily. I sneered at him but a laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. “A dragon monster? Really?” I asked lightheartedly. He glanced down at me, the corner of his mouth twitching upward. “Don’t tell me it isn’t possible. Hungry people are dangerous.” he pointed out. Shaking my head, I allowed him to guide me downstairs. His teasing made the weight in my chest feel lighter somehow. When we reached the kitchen, the space looked far too polished to be real, like something straight out of a design magazine. Yet Sir Hart moved with such ease that it felt instantly lived-in. He pulled out a chair for me at the counter. “Sit. I’ll make you something.”

SID HART’S POINT OF VIEWThe sterile blue illumination of the monitors filled my workplace. Data lines moved across the screen. I decoded coded messages, shipments, and numbers. All of the threads pointed to the same cancer: the Spettro Organization, which has the audacity to hurt my younger sister. I steepled my fingers and relaxed back in my chair. My mind was like a razor, slicing through every risk and every possibility.Casinos. Drugs.Money running in infinite rivers was the organization's beast, and they were the arteries that nourished it. The empire would choke on its own blood if I cut both. I displayed the blueprints of two casinos that launder illicit funds and are situated in separate cities. One was a secret den disguised as exclusivity, and the other was a gilded palace of immorality. I was aware of their vulnerabilities, which included server rooms, security schedules, and fire exits that were covered by walls. I was only waiting for the strike after mapping them all.

SIS HART’S POINT OF VIEWThe night was still. My office wrapped in silence except for the hum of computer screens. Maps of Avila’s drug factory sprawled across my desk. The factory was an old textile plant repurposed into a drug laboratory.“At least twenty security details. Alternating shifts with weapons. Blind spots solely on the north boundary, infrared on the east wall.” Knox didn’t look up as his voice echoed in the room. Lines of code streamed across his monitor as he dug into the plant’s surveillance.“Sounds like fun.” T leaned against the desk, arms crossed, and smirk as sharp as ever.My pen moving across the blueprint as I circled weak points. “North perimeter will be our entry. Knox kills the eyes. Emir and Cash handle the guards outside. Gael provides cover from the ridge.”“And us?” T raised a brow.“We burn it from the inside. Once we’re in, there’s no turning back. That place goes up in flames.” My tone was steel.“Let us join too. It won’t be fun if we just stay outsi

TIARA’S POINT OF VIEW I sat in the living room as I await for Sir Hart’s return. It wasn’t even six in the morning yet, but I had been awake since before dawn. My eyes swollen from nights of restless thinking. I wrapped my arms around myself. The silence of the mansion was heavy, broken only by the distant chirping of birds greeting the morning. Two nights. I have seen Sir Hart's friends slipping down the corridor two nights ago, holding their breath as though the walls themselves might turn on them. That morning, when I found them spread like corpses on the couches in the living room, I knew something was happening. Since then, I have witnessed the same scene every night. Doors creaking softly, shadows creeping in toward Sir Hart's office and then out of the mansion, then returning hours later to drag Sir Hart back before dawn, tired and drained. ‘He’s doing this for me. He’s burning himself down just to free me from the organization.’ My chest tightened when I remembered about th