บททั้งหมดของ The Alpha professor's Dark Obsession : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Marcus POV I gazed at Cassandra's sleeping figure on the bed, I quietly slipped out of the room. There was no denying it—I craved her touch. She was meant to be my key to freedom, yet here I was, realizing that I was undeniably falling for her. For the first time in a long while, I felt a hidden fear gnawing at me. I refused to let go of her. When I learned she had run away, a surge of unease washed over me, but I was determined not to allow anyone to have control over my heart again, just as my brother did. My thoughts turned to him, and a smirk crept onto my lips. “Bernard!” I muttered under my breath. The anger and rage within me surged, a storm brewing that words couldn’t capture. It was a foolish mistake to let my guard down, and now I was paying dearly for it. Suddenly, I snapped out of my thoughts as a sharp knock sounded on the door. “Come in,” I commanded, battling to keep my anger in check. “You requested my presence, sir?” the housekeeper inquired, shudderin

Cassandra POV "Hm," I yelled unwillingly and bit my lips as his finger slid inside of me. My legs flexed inwardly. I wanted to close them up against his hands but I stopped.I lifted my head, squirming and moaning. “ Yes, please!!! " I begged and his fingers doubled. Without the slightest pity, he rammed in the third finger too. I was going crazy! Is this a massage? I questionedHe curved his three fingers all in like he was trying to scoop all the juices out of me.As he dug in and out of me, he massaged my thighs like they were his meat. He squeezed and spanked my butt softly, moving them in and out closely to his fingers in my garden.I was going all crazy this time. I danced and curved my palms towards my waist. I gripped the bedspread tight and struggled with the heat swallowing me.It felt like my inn was on fire with the way he twisted his fingers through me. Suddenly he pulled out, and I breathed unevenly."Aha.." I was still trying to catch my breath when he slammed

Marcus POV** The thought of Cassandra turning down my meal ignited a fire within me. With each step I took into the dark tunnel, my fingers clenched into fists, driven by a fierce need to make her understand my intentions.No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, there was no escaping the fact that Cassandra was my weakness, and I had fallen for her—hard. Yet, she persisted in rejecting my advances, ignoring my relentless efforts to prove my genuine care for her.“Where is he?” I muttered, lounging on the couch in a shadowy room. Damien bowed his head and stepped out; I waited patiently. Moments later, he returned with a blindfolded man, battered and barely recognizable. He tossed him to the cold floor, and his shrieking echoed through the room. He struggled to get on his feet, but it was futile.“Calm yourself, Professor Eric. We have all the time in the world,” I said, a sneer curling my lips. I signalled Damien to remove the blindfold. Immediately, his blindfold was removed, and

**Cassandra POV…** I stormed into the mansion, my determination for answers burning brightly. The unsettling feeling gnawing at my gut had to be addressed, and I wouldn’t let it sly any longer. As expected, I found Marcus in the living room, casually sipping wine, completely unfazed. The sight ignited a surge of rage within me—his nonchalance regarding my escape was infuriating. I had come to confront him and get the truth, and I wasn’t leaving without it. I marched toward him, tossing the book from his hands to the floor. My voice was steady as I demanded his attention. A smirk crept across his lips as he shifted his gaze from the fallen book to me. “Welcome home. I thought you wouldn’t be back so soon; I was starting to get worried about your absence,” Marcus said with feigned concern. His sarcasm was clear, but I wouldn't allow it to distract me. I needed answers, and I was prepared to extract them, regardless of what it took. “Where’s Nate?” I pressed, keeping my voice stea

**Cassandra POV** Days dragged on, and I found myself sinking into the depths of despair. Losing the only man I ever truly loved was something I refused to accept. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping everything that had happened would vanish like a bad dream. My desire to build a family with Nate—our shared vision of a simple life with two kids—was now obliterated.It felt like fate was taunting me. The tears I had held back finally erupted, and I pressed my palm against my lips, fighting the pain surging within me. “I’m sorry, Nate. I caused it.” I whispered though my voice trembled. My choices had cost Nate his life. The thought of ending it all flitted across my mind—perhaps only then could help me find peace in the afterlife.“Professor Marcus," I whispered through my tears. He had unleashed so much suffering in my life. If I had known my decision would lead to this, I would have never signed that damn contract.Even after he revealed what had happened to Nate, there was no hint of