All Chapters of Teach me to sin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The drive home from Heldon was a blur of smug satisfaction. Sophia Burgundy. What a delightful little viper. She was exactly the kind of entitled, self-serving rich kid I needed: easily manipulated, driven by petty grievances, and with enough social clout on campus to make some real noise. The more she spoke the more I wanted to kiss her from pure joy. Here I thought getting to Tristan and Alex would be a lot harder. Sophia, God bless her heart pratically handed me her animosity toward Tristan and Alex on a silver platter. All I had to do was nudge her in the right direction and she gladly followed with no questions asked.Back in the quiet solitude of my apartment, I poured myself a generous measure of expensive whiskey. The amber liquid swirled in the glass, while I smiled at the utter chaos that I was about to unleash. This was it. The moment I’d been meticulously planning, obsessing over, for months. The first domino was about to fall.I almost felt bad for Tristan. He was

I hummed a lovely tune as I pulled up to Keke Jones's apartment building. Unlike the majority of us, Keke had chosen to stay off campus for reasons best known to her.Keke's apartment was one of those aggressively modern, glass-fronted structures that screamed "new money," just like Keke herself.But I was not here because I wanted to admire her living quarters. I was here for something that would benefit us both. Her blog, "Heldon Hearsay," was the campus equivalent of a tabloid, famous for its lightning-fast gossip and utter lack of discretion. Perfect for what I needed it for.I was practically buzzing with a mix of anticipation and malicious glee. This was it. The moment I got to press the big, red button. After Caleb's call, I'd spent the afternoon savoring the photos, imagining Tristan’s smug face crumbling, Alex’s arrogant smirk vanishing. Now, it was time to make it a reality.I wondered what Julius was going to think of his oh-so-perfect Alex now. Bet he would regret leaving

I stood in the middle of Nico's room. It was silent; so much so that I wished for a second that he would scream at me. Anything was better than this. He sat on the edge of his bed, facing away from me, his shoulders rigid. His earlier outburst, the raw pain in his eyes when he’d seen... that, had subsided but now it left behind a cold, impenetrable wall. My stomach was a tight knot of dread and guilt. I understood that he had every right to be mad at me but I was not used to this Nico. He was cold and distant and I feared, unforgiving."Nico, please," I started, my voice hoarse, desperate. I reached out, my hand hovering, but I didn't dare touch him. "Just... let me explain. It's not what it looks like. Not entirely."He finally turned, his eyes flat, devoid of the warmth I cherished. "Not what it looks like?" His voice was low, dangerously calm. "Alex, I saw you. I saw both of you in his office. Your professor? Our professor? Did you think of what would have happened if that shi

The dorm room was vibrating with the tension between Nico and me. Alex had bolted, leaving us in the wreckage of his exposed secret. My anger, briefly diverted by the shock of the blog post, now settled squarely on Nico. He stood there, pale and stiff, watching Alex run, and something in his expression – a lack of true, raw surprise – sparked a new, ugly suspicion in my gut."Why aren't you more shocked, Nico?" I demanded, my voice shaking with a dangerous edge I barely recognized. "Your face... whwen I showed you those pictures....''''Rita''''Tell me you had no idea what was happening''Please, Nico. Not you too. Please tell me that you didn't know about any of this.He flinched, finally tearing his gaze from the hallway where Alex had disappeared. He ran a hand through his hair, looking deeply uncomfortable. "Rita, it's not that simple."I let out a scronful laugh. Et tu, Nico? Just fucking great."Wow, Nico,'' I clapped my hands sarcastically, ''Just fucking amazing. Today just

The quiet of the house felt deafening, usually it would have been punctured by laughter and stories but not today.Today, we were dragged into the storm that our lives had become all of a sudden. Alex was asleep, finally, a deep, heavy quiet emanating from the bedroom. I’d watched him collapse onto the bed, pulling the comforter over his head like a child seeking shelter from a monster. I had said nothing. All I could do was watch from the doorway.His raw pain, the way he’d flinched from Nico, the primal scream he’d let out at Caleb—my Alex. My poor darling was utterly shattered and it was all because of me.My own email, the cold, curt termination notice, felt like a branding iron against my skin. Professor Tristan Walker. Archeology Department Head. Gone. Just a few lines of corporate jargon, severing years of dedication, research, and passion. It was swift, brutal, and completely absolute. The university, in its infinite wisdom and self-preservation, had acted with ruthless ef