Semua Bab Submissive Academy: Bab 81 - Bab 90

I stop walking, planting my heels into the cold marble floor like I’m trying to anchor myself to the earth. Aiden senses it coming—of course he does—and before I can resist further, his flat hand presses firmly against my lower back, forcing me forward. “Why?” I ask, my tone sharp and defiant, my eyes fixed on the curve of his jaw. We descend the marble staircase, but I make him work for every step. I’m dragging my feet like lead weights, shifting all my weight backward just to make things harder for him. It's petty, but I don’t care. “Because,” Aiden bites out, his voice strained with effort, “I’m going to tell him you’re not going to be sold.” My breath catches. The surprise hits like a slap. I blink up at him, suddenly uncertain. We reach the entrance of the main building, and the looming marble statues watch us like silent executioners. Their blank eyes stir something cold in my chest. Anxiety coils tighter around my ribs. “Can’t you… tell him on your own?” I ask, my voice

I look dark. Dangerous. Nothing like the smiling girls around me. Nothing like an innocent submissive. My hair falls in loose curls, framing my face like a veil. It hides me—just like the shadowy makeup that's been carefully painted on. I look like a witch cloaked in black velvet. And I feel like one too. My dress matches the mood perfectly. Long, flowing, and wicked in its silhouette. It covers everything but reveals power. There's a coiled tension in it. In me. I don’t look approachable. I look like a warning. But not to Ellie. She skips over to me, radiant in a short dark-blue dress that clings to her athletic frame. Her legs look impossibly long in brand-new heels, and her smile could charm a nation. She looks like the ideal, polished housewife—gorgeous, playful, and ready to be owned. “Ready?” she asks, beaming. “No,” I answer flatly. “Oh, come on,” she groans, tugging at the sleeve of my black dress like an eager child. “I’m weirdly excited. Maybe this whole thing isn’t s

"Jason," Mr. Miller greets smoothly, patting him on the shoulder with practiced charm. "I see you’ve already been acquainted with Danika. She’s one of the most desired girls this year." Jason nods, his grin stretching wider as his eyes flicker to me. "I can see why. You've curated a good list this year—it's definitely improving. How’s Henry?" Mr. Miller laughs, the sound hollow and clipped. "My boy’s doing well. Top of his class again this year. He’s heading off to Velmorian Dominion University next year." My heart drops. No. No. That can't be right. Henry will be at the same school as Aiden? Jason hums approvingly. "Same here. Kieran just turned thirty yesterday. Took off with his new jet to party it up on some private island." He's got a son who's older than me? Of course he does. Because why wouldn’t that be the case? Mr. Miller chuckles with forced delight, nodding as though he’s genuinely enjoying the conversation. “We’ll catch up later. I need to make the rounds tonight.

I glance down, locking eyes with several of the men in the crowd, feeling their gaze burn into me. Slowly, deliberately, I turn, giving them a full view of my ass. A murmur ripples through the group—whispers, low chuckles, and the unmistakable sound of admiration. The fury inside me intensifies, hot and wild, like a fire that needs an escape. Their eyes follow me hungrily, pupils dilated with desire. They sip their expensive drinks, their gazes leisurely trailing over my body as if I'm an object on display. I feel the weight of their eyes on me, and a cold shiver runs down my spine. I walk off without saying a word, biting down hard on my tongue as I make my way back to the group of girls. We gather together, a herd of women, all of us frozen, unsure of what's to come. Fear and uncertainty hang heavy in the air. We’re like cattle, waiting to be sold off to the highest bidder. "Men," Mr. Miller calls out, his voice booming with false cheer. "The girls will now retire for the night.

It’s six in the freaking morning when someone starts pounding on our door like the building's on fire. The whole frame shakes, jolting us awake in an instant. Rose jumps up in her deep red lingerie, her short black hair a wild mess. We both freeze, eyes locked on the door. The banging stops—but only for a breath—before three more heavy knocks thunder through the air. I storm to the door with fury already burning behind my eyes. It’s a guard. One I recognize—he’s walked me to the infirmary more times than I can count. But today, his expression is grim, unsmiling. “You girls need to leave,” he says flatly. “You’re no longer students here.” I blink. My brain stalls. “Excuse me?” I say, my voice cracking with disbelief as I try to hide my half-dressed body behind the door. “You’ve both been bought, Dani. Pack your things. Your husbands are waiting for you.” My what? “By who?” Rose demands from behind me, her voice tight and high. “Dunno. Not my job to know.” He glances down the h