All Chapters of Her Professors : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Kayla blinked awake, her eyelashes fluttering against the soft pillow. For a moment, she lay still, cocooned in the warmth of the blankets, her mind hazy with sleep. But then, like a flood breaking through a dam, the memories of last night surged back. She had a brother. Leo. The thought alone made her heart thrum faster, a mixture of disbelief and wonder coursing through her veins. She hugged the covers tighter around herself, a small, dazed smile pulling at her lips. She wasn't alone in the world after all. She had family—real family. Pushing herself out of bed, Kayla padded across the plush carpet to the adjoining bathroom. The air was cool, sending a shiver racing up her spine. She turned on the tap and splashed cold water onto her face, trying to shake off the lingering sleepiness. As she brushed her teeth, she caught her reflection in the mirror—wide mismatched eyes, slightly puffy from last night’s tears, but sparkling with something new. Hope. After a quick shower, she w

Kayla tried her best to mask the change in her mood. She smiled when the men smiled, laughed when they joked, and nodded when they asked if she was all right. But the lively sparkle she had carried all day was now dim, and despite her efforts, it didn’t escape the sharp, observant eyes of the men around her. Victor, Alistair, and Elliot exchanged glances more than once. Leo, her brother, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he watched Kayla push her food around her plate, barely eating a bite. They didn’t press her there at the restaurant — not with so many eyes around — but a silent agreement passed between them. They would find out what was wrong. Later, once they were back in the privacy of the penthouse suite they shared, Kayla excused herself to sit by the window, hugging her knees to her chest as she stared out at the city lights. Victor was the first to move. He crouched down in front of her, his hand resting lightly on her knee. "Kayla," he said, his voice low and sof

Victor’s POVIt’s been a week since we returned from the holiday, and Kayla has been living with us — in our home, in our hearts, in every quiet corner that once felt dull and empty. Every morning, before she leaves for class, her phone rings. Without fail, it’s Leo. Her overprotective big brother, checking in. And every time, I see that soft smile on her lips, hear the lightness in her voice, and it reassures me.Our queen is glowing — not just from the outside but from within. There’s peace in her eyes now, a peace I hadn’t realized was missing until it was finally there.And that’s all we want for her.Peace. Safety. Love.But peace is never permanent in our world. Not when there are shadows trailing her past — especially one by the name of Toby.We’ve done enough watching from the sidelines. It’s time to dig. Time to act.Alistair’s POVThe plan was simple.We’d return to the orphanage where Kayla spent her childhood and dig through the rot. The goal wasn’t just about getting info

Morning light crept into the bedroom in golden ribbons, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets and limbs. Kayla stirred first, her lashes fluttering open as a soft hum of satisfaction escaped her lips. Her body ached in the most delicious way, a sweet reminder of the love and passion they had shared the night before. She blinked, taking in the sight of the three men sprawled around her—Victor on her left, an arm slung protectively over her waist; Alistair behind her, his face buried in her hair; and Elliot draped near her feet, one leg still tangled with hers. A quiet smile curled her lips. Carefully, so as not to wake them, Kayla slipped out from their arms and padded to the closet. It was Saturday—thank God—which meant no lectures or running to campus. But she had assignments to complete—three, to be exact—and she was determined to knock them out today. She dressed in soft gray sweatpants and a white tank top, tying her curls up into a loose bun. As she stepped into the

As night blanketed the sky in inky shades of blue and silver, Kayla found herself standing alone on the balcony just off the main lounge. A light breeze danced through her curls, and the sounds of laughter still floated through the open French doors behind her. But something tugged at her thoughts—something quiet, uneasy. Footsteps approached, steady and sure. She didn’t have to look to know it was Alistair. “You always slip away when things get too quiet,” he murmured, leaning beside her against the railing. Kayla smiled faintly. “I like the silence. Helps me think.” Alistair watched her, then followed her gaze out to the horizon. “What are you thinking about?” “The future,” she said honestly. “I know today was peaceful. Beautiful, even. But I can’t shake the feeling that something’s coming.” “You’re not wrong,” Alistair said, tone shifting. “We received intel earlier—Alexei brought it with him. One of our safe houses was compromised. Two men dead. One missing.” Kayla’s stomac