Semua Bab Claimed By My Professor,Loved By His Son:A forbidden bond: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Maya's POVI felt a shiver go down my spine. “Something about them feels off,” I admitted. “Like maybe they weren’t just random party crashers. Maybe they’re connected to… everything else.”Theresa rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, Maya. Don’t tell me you’re turning this into some conspiracy theory. They were hot. I was drunk. It happened. End of story.”I shook my head. “No. There’s more to it. Don’t you see? They showed up out of nowhere, paid you to sleep with them, and then vanished. And now Regan’s in jail for murder and—”Theresa held up a hand. “Stop. Maya, seriously. I get that you’re worried about Regan, but this has nothing to do with those guys. It was just sex.”I clenched my fists, trying to hold back my frustration. “You’re not listening. What if they were connected to the murder? Or to Regan? Maybe they were there for a reason, Theresa.”She snorted laughably. "You're reading way too much into this. Look, I don't know who they were, alright? I never even got their names. Al

Maya’s POVMy heart thundered against my ribs, my breath caught in my throat, and darkness swallowed my vision as strong arms yanked me backward. It dragged me into the shadow of a darkened van.Resistance was futile; the grip was like iron. Fingers pressed harshly against my face, muffling any cries. All my instincts screamed: fight, run, but my trembling legs betrayed me; yet I rose with dread."Quiet," hissed the voice near my ear, a low one, raggedly impatient.I swallowed the scream, trying to steady my breath. My mind raced, who were these people? The twins? No, this felt different.The van lurched forward. Outside, the streetlights flickered past in streaks, but inside, it was suffocatingly silent, except for the growl of the engine and the heavy thuds of my captors’ footsteps.I strained to listen. A conversation floated through the murky shadows: “She’s asking too many questions.” Another voice, colder, “Then she needs to be stopped, before Regan’s case falls apart.”Regan’s

Maya's POVTheresa knocked softly on my door. “Maya? It’s time to go,” she said. “The police said it’s safer if you don’t stay here tonight.”I looked up at her. “Yeah, I know,” I said. My voice sounded calm, but inside, everything was a mess. My heart was still thudding in my chest like it hadn’t calmed down since the police left.“Okay,” Theresa said, lingering for a second. “I’ll wait for you downstairs.”I gave her a small nod. “Just give me a minute, okay?”She stepped back, her footsteps retracing as she went downstairs. I got up from the bed. My legs felt wobbly; any little push and I'd fall to the ground like someone who hasn't eaten in days.I took one last look in the mirror, tied my hair back. I noticed how tired my eyes looked, but at least I looked normal. They didn't beat me or worse, kill me like one of them suggested.I grabbed my bag and went downstairs. Theresa was by the door, checking her phone.“Ready?” she asked.“Yeah,” I said. “Let’s go.”We locked the door a

Maya's POVI leaned towards her with untamed curiosity clawing hard at my mind. In my ears, my heart was pounding. "Please tell me how we can find them."Before an answer could come, a knuckling came at the door, tapping away sharply and unexpectedly.A sudden skip came to my heart, and Theresa walked to the door. Casual were her footsteps, for we had been discussing some serious stuff. She opened the door wide, and there stood Ben, wearing an easy, boyish grin."Your mom's calling," came the smooth voice. "Said dinner's ready," he said with eyes glancing at me suspiciously.Theresa returned a smile, something soft flickering in her eyes that I couldn't quite understand. Then another small smile lifted her lips toward me. She said, "Let's go downstairs."I so wanted to say no. I wanted to tell her I wasn't hungry and that she should finish what she had started, but there was no way I was going to be rude with those words. I gave a tight nod and forced my unwilling legs to carry me ou

Maya's POVI barely got any sleep. My eyes were shut for most of the night, but my mind refused to rest. Every creak, every gust of wind against the window sounded like a threat. It wasn’t until around 4 a.m. that sleep finally claimed me, not out of peace, but exhaustion.When I opened my eyes, the sun had already filtered through the curtains. I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples and making a silent resolve.These people, whoever they are, have followed me long enough. If I didn’t act soon, someone else might get hurt. And I needed to know why they were stalking me in the first place. What made me so important to them?As I swung my legs off the bed, a soft knock hit my door.It opened before I could answer, and Theresa peeked her head in. “Hey. You sleep okay?”I forced a smile. “Yeah. Like a baby,” I lied.She stepped inside. “I saw you weren't in the mood for any conversations last night. You okay?”“I’m fine,” I said, brushing it off. “By the way, I noticed you and Ben outside wh