Semua Bab Oops! My Twin Mates are my Professors: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Vienna's POV:Apparently, my father had been guessing all my emotions correctly so far, but he couldn't see the look of horror in my eyes. Rather, there was a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes as he confirmed. “Yes, but why do you look so surprised dear? Don't you remember? He is the one who took you to the hospital yesterday.” My mouth fell open, and before I could even form a coherent response, he had moved ahead. “Alpha Blackwood also sent flowers and jewelry as a gift for you, I'll ask one of the maids to show you everything he has sent, later. Before that! The doctor told me how careless you’ve been about your diet, young lady!So, from now on, I will be overseeing your meals, in fact, I’ll take care of everything regarding you. I have been far too lenient for too long, but from now on, everything will be under my strict observation. Do you even know how much you worried me?” Worried him? In spite of myself, I raised my gaze to meet his, as if I would find the answer wri

Author's POV:Gemini snuck out of Vienna’s room, carefully closing the door behind her without a sound.The frustration of Asher talking to, caring for and giving gifts to Vienna had ignited the fire inside her… and finally, she had managed to tame that fire a little. For now. After all, according to her, she was just doing what Vienna actually deserved. And as a good step sister, Gemini just wanted to give her full contribution in delivering the consequences of her actions to her. She tiptoed down the hallway, her heart pounding with the feeling of adventure in the middle of the night. A satisfied smile tugged at her lips as she muttered under her breath, opening the door to her room, “You must have been thinking that you have somehow won the game, and now you will snatch everything which is actually mine… my father! Asher!!! Then just wait, Vienna, and watch how I play…" With a quiet sigh, she lifted the covers and got under them, finally ready to sleep soundly despite it being

Vienna's POV: I hadn’t lied when I said I had an early submission. Although I was rather desperate for any excuse to leave the miserable company, that much was true. But I wasn’t in any rush to turn in my assignment. What I really wanted to use this time for, was to find Fynn and find out if my gut feeling was right… was he really there, with me at the hospital? Or had I just imagined him there?Whatever it was, I needed to hear it from his own mouth, because my family couldn’t be trusted to tell me the truth, even if Fynn had walked into the hospital room in broad daylight, they would just simply lie to my face and say that it was some sort of shadows of my sins, trying to create hallucinations for me! This was how much I knew them.The first place I checked was the staffroom, but it was empty except for a few professors I didn’t know. The hallways were deserted too, except for a few stragglers heading to their classes as I walked through the corridors, peeking into every open cla

Kai's POV: The sharp tringing sound echoed over the car speakers, building up the anticipation until Fynn reached over and pressed a button on the steering wheel, cutting off the call. The sound disappeared, plunging the car into silence again. "I don’t get it…" He muttered under his breath, “Her phone is ringing, but she’s not picking up. It's the third call…" He was chewing on his lip as he manoeuvred the car into the college parking lot, before he broke out into another panicked rambling. "Maybe you should try calling her? We never know, she might answer, I mean I don't know if she even has my number saved or not… actually the more I think, I'm really not sure if she has my number. Probably she isn't picking up, thinking that it's a spam caller or wrong number… but we can't just stop trying, can we?" I placed a hand on his shoulder, patting lightly. The tight lines of his forehead softened slightly, but the worry in his eyes was still evident as ever. "She’ll b

Vienna's POV:According to the glowing hands of the second, minute and hour on my watch, which had been ticking away without any concern or worries, I had been inside this miserable, damp cubicle for over half an hour. Because unlike my parents, time didn't care about my miseries either- it was none of its concerns.And when nobody had ever stopped to care for me or had looked out for me, wondering where I was, or ever bothered to ask how I was feeling…then why would this passing time do so?Although to be honest, each second that I spent here made me feel as if the oxygen in this tiny, suffocating space was running out. Soon, not only would I be out of breath, but even my body won't get enough oxygen to decay properly…My chest heaved as panic clawed at me, the walls pressing in tighter and tighter. What I wasn't able to understand was, why was it always me, getting stuck in situations like this? Why did I have to be the one whose mother died when I could not even understand what