All Chapters of Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

EVELYNThe Henderson brothers were back again the following week for the business meeting that was cut short because of Luke and his shenanigans. They were exactly as insufferable as I remembered. I sat at the head of my polished mahogany table, tapping my manicured nails against the leather of my portfolio. “From what we were discussing last time we met, your projections are overly optimistic, Evelyn,” one of the brothers said, sliding a report across the table with that condescending smile I wanted to wipe off his face. “Given the current economic climate—”“The current climate…” I cut him off, my voice sharp enough to make his brother flinch, “...is exactly why you should be begging to get into this deal.” I flipped open my tablet, displaying our latest quarterly earnings. “My tech division has outperformed every competitor by eighteen percent. Your hesitation isn't caution—it's costing you money.”The other Henderson brother who was always sweating and always nervous, cleared hi

MIKEI didn’t remember driving home. One minute I was storming out of Dante’s apartment, the next I was fumbling with my keys at my own door, my hands shaking so badly I could barely fit the key into the lock. The silence of my apartment wrapped around me like a cloak. No movie playing, no laughter, no Dante humming off-key while he made popcorn. Just… silence. I sank onto the couch, pulling my knees to my chest like a child. The tears came then—hot, angry, humiliating tears that I couldn’t stop. How could I have been so stupid? How could I have fallen for it again? Leo’s brother. The words echoed in my head, each time feeling like a fresh punch to the gut. All those times I’d talked about Leo, about how he’d ghosted me, how he’d made me feel worthless… and Dante had just listened. Had he been laughing at me the whole time? Had he reported back to Leo, told him how pathetic I was? A sob escaped me, harsh and ugly in the quiet room. I buried my face in a cushion, trying to

LENA“Lena. Hey. Wake up.” I felt a hand shaking my shoulder, pulling me from a thick, dreamless sleep.I blinked, then opened my eyes. Ava’s face was the first thing I saw, her expression tight with a forced calm.“What time is it?” I mumbled, my voice raspy.“Almost eight. We need to go.” Her voice was soft. She was already dressed in a simple black dress, her hair pulled back severely. She looked like she was going to a funeral. Maybe she was. Mine.I suddenly remembered—the hearing. A fresh wave of nausea rolled through me.“I can't go,” I whispered, pulling the covers over my head. The thought of facing those people, their judging eyes, made my skin crawl.The covers were yanked back. “Of course, you can,” Ava said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “You didn't do anything wrong. You're not going to let them win by hiding.” She tossed a simple grey sweater and a pair of dark jeans onto the bed. “Get dressed. I made us coffee.”She left the room and I dragged myself upright,

ADRIANThe door was heavier than I remembered. It swung open without a sound, which was somehow worse than a bang. It just swallowed all the noise from the room inside.Every single head turned. I saw them all at once, looking at me like I was some ghost. The board members were up on their high bench, looking down their noses. Doyle, sitting off to the side trying to look serious but not hiding his smugness very well.And Lena.She was sitting at that little table by herself, looking so small I thought she might disappear into the chair. Her shoulders were up around her ears, her face was pale. She looked like she’d been caught in a storm. Seeing her like that, alone against all of them, made something hot and dangerous flare up in my chest. I had to take a breath to push it down.The Dean was the first to find his voice. “Professor Knight,” he said, and I could hear the effort it took to keep it steady. “This is a closed hearing. You need to leave.”I didn’t even look at him. My eye

EVELYN“Arrrgggghhhh!” I screamed immediately as I got into my office but was met with silence.The silence in my corner office was usually comfortable but today, it was a mockery. The panoramic view of the city I’d fought so hard to earn felt like a painting someone else had chosen. Every sleek line of the furniture, every piece of expensive art, felt like a consolation prize.I’d spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, Gabriel’s words playing on a loop in my head.Adrian. My Adrian. The man who’d seemed content with books and quiet dinners. The man I’d dismissed as lacking ambition, as being too soft for the world I wanted to rule. I poured myself a glass of scotch from the side bar, my hands trembling so badly. I drank it in one burning gulp, welcoming the heat, hoping it would scorch away the humiliation.Why? Why hadn’t he told me? All those years of me nagging him about his salary, about his career dead-end, about not being able to afford the house I really wanted. He’d