Todos los capítulos de Dark Desires: The Professor's Obsession: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

ADRIANMarco's voice still rang in my ears from a few days ago."We got her, boss. Evelyn—she’s been meeting younger guys. Eighteen, barely legal, all of them. We have receipts. Hotel entries, timestamps, photos. She’s done if you want."I remember the smirk that spread across my face like wildfire. It was the first time in weeks that I could breathe without that pit in my chest. Evelyn had been using Nova against me, hanging custody over my head like a guillotine. But this? This would bury her.If the world found out that Evelyn Grant, the moral crusader CEO of Grant & Co., had a secret appetite for barely legal boys—she'd be a joke. The press would rip her apart. Her board members would distance themselves. Nova would be safe. From her."Send me everything," I told Marco. "We need leverage. And make sure it can't be traced back to us.""Already done. This was too easy. She's careless."I spent the next few hours watching the evidence in a dark corner of my office, scotch in hand. It

LENAI hadn’t slept properly in days. Every time I closed my eyes, the darkness behind my eyelids turned into flashing lights, blurred sounds, and the awful, sinking dread that came with not knowing what happened. I didn’t even remember getting to that hotel room. One minute I was at the club with Dani, the next it was morning and I was alone. Naked. And scared.But the worst part? The silence.The person who messaged me never followed up. No more photos. No threats. Just that one cryptic message telling me to cooperate. With what? Who even were they? Why weren’t they saying anything else?That silence became a different kind of torture.I sat at the kitchen island, staring into my cereal. It was soggy, untouched, and had been sitting in front of me for twenty minutes. Ava walked past, noticed, but didn’t say anything. She was always up early, especially on weekends when she had chores or work to catch up on. I, on the other hand, had barely been functioning."Lena," she finally sai

ADRIANI should've locked the damn door.Lena had just leaned into me, her hand brushing against my chest, her lips barely an inch from mine. I could feel the heat from her skin, her breath fanning my neck. My hands were on her waist, guiding her back slightly, not because I wanted to stop her, but because we were still in my office. At school. Broad daylight.And then the door creaked.Professor Doyle stood there like a statue, his eyes narrowing the moment he saw us. He didn’t speak. He didn’t blink. Just stared. His cold, assessing gaze lingered too long.Lena quickly pulled away, taking two shaky steps back. “I—I should go,” she mumbled, head down, eyes not meeting mine.“Lena,” I called after her, but she was already out the door.That left me with Doyle.He finally walked in, shutting the door behind him. Not gently.“Care to explain what that was, Knight?” he asked, voice calm but laced with accusation.“She tripped,” I said flatly, sitting back in my chair like it wasn’t a to

ADRIANThe scent of gun oil still clung to my hands, no matter how many times I scrubbed them.I tossed the towel onto the counter and stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes cold and my expression calm. But inside… I was calculating.I stepped out into the hallway, where Marco was waiting for me near the entrance to the private room we’d used.“You didn’t kill him,” he said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His voice held more surprise than judgment. “Why?”I slipped my ring back onto my finger, tightening it like armor.“Because he’s more useful alive,” I said. “People talk when they think they’re being spared. They think they’ve got a chance.”Marco scoffed. “That’s risky.”“I’m not in the mood for lectures, Marco.”“I’m not lecturing. I’m watching.”“Good. Then keep watching,” I said coolly, handing him the gun. “Clean it. Lock it up.”He took it without another word, but I could see it in his eyes. He didn’t understand my decision—and that was fine. I didn’t need h

LENA“How the fuck do they expect me to get five thousand dollars?” I mumbled to myself.“What did you say?” Mike asked, turning to face me.“Nothing…err…I'll be in my room guys.” I responded, leaving the sitting room to my room.My heart raced as I stared at the text again.I swallowed hard. My fingers trembled as I locked my phone. I couldn’t tell anyone what was going on. No one could know.I paced my room for a while, chewing my thumbnail."Okay, okay," I muttered. "You have to do something. Think."Then it hit me. Dad.I stared at his contact for a full minute before calling."Lena," Dad answered. "Hey, pumpkin. Everything okay?""Yeah, um, kinda. I need some money dad.""For what?""I need $5,000. It's... it's for a lab project. Advanced tech class. The professor said those who can fund the prototype build will get bonus credits."There was a long pause, then he responded."Five thousand? That's a lot for a school project.""I know. I didn't want to ask, but it's kind of urgent.