Semua Bab Professor Lucien : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Sofia's Pov Damn.The door shuts behind me with a heavy thud.Fantasy Hell, the bouncer said.What does he mean?The hallway is narrow, flooded in red light that leaks from strips along the ceiling. A low, pulsing bass vibrates through the floor and slips straight beneath my skin. Somewhere ahead, a woman moans, like it belongs to the music.I take one step.Then another.A curtain of dark red velvet hangs over the next doorway. Shadows move behind it—fluid, sinuous. Someone laughs. Someone else groans.I swallow and push the curtain aside—And freeze.Right in front of me, a girl spins upside down on a pole, naked except for a black mask covering her eyes. Her body ripples like liquid, a hypnotic rhythm that makes my chest tighten. Men—some masked, some not, even a few women—circle the stage tossing bills at her.A blonde in a tight leather collar leans against the wall, licking her lips as she watches. Two other women, clad in nothing but tiny skirts, are kissing, hands tangled in

Sofia's Pov. “I don’t know what to do, Sofia. My dad will kill me.” Keira’s voice cracks. Both of her hands are buried in her hair, shoulders shaking like she’s trying to hold herself together and falling apart at the same time. We’ve spent the last hour handing her tissues, rubbing circles into her back, letting her cry without saying much. And still, my chest aches like every one of her sobs lands inside me. “I get it,” Mia says gently. “But you can’t just… abort a child, Keira.” She looks at me for support—and I nod. “Leo deserves to know.” “No.” Keira recoils like we slapped her. “I’m not having a child for him. Never.” Mia opens her mouth again—ready to argue—but I shake my head slightly. “Hey.” I reach for Keira’s hand and wipe a tear from her cheek. “You’re exhausted. You haven’t slept, you’ve barely eaten. Just lie down for a bit, okay? We’ll talk again when you wake up.” She stares at me a full second before finally nodding. Her body seems to deflate as she cra

Sofia's Pov She turns the wheel, slowing by a red light, and watches me from the corner of her eye.I stay composed but everything inside me is twisting. Rewinding. Replaying that video — the way he wouldn’t stop. The way I thought he enjoyed hurting her.But if he was drugged…If she trusted him…If she felt safe with him…Then I didn’t just misjudge him. I condemned him in my mind. Saw him as a monster. Ran from him like I was the one being hunted. I thought I was protecting myself, when maybe all I did was punish someone for a nightmare he never chose.My stomach rolls.He said he couldn’t sleep. Guilt, he called it.Maybe it’s guilt because he remembers what happened — and can’t forgive himself.My fingers press over my lips to stop them trembling.Lucien’s voice comes back to me in a rush—“Are you scared of me?”God.I swallow back the lump in my throat. “Yasmin… can you take me home?”She nods softly. “Of course.”I lean my head against the window and close my eyes. Trying to

Lucien's Pov She knows about the club? My chest knots. Did Camilla tell her about my work there? Or was Michael right—that he slept with her?No. Impossible. She was a lecturer—too straight, too moral for that.Valerie’s eyes glisten, her lips trembling around Camilla’s name. It rips through her… and through me. I shouldn’t have come.“Aunty, take your time,” Martha murmurs, pressing a kerchief into her hand.I turn away. My chest feels tight.“Maybe I was wrong,” Martha whispers. “But I swear I saw her.”Valerie shakes her head. “No. You didn’t see Camilla. You saw Dani.”The name lands heavy.“Dani?” Martha looks at me like I should know. I don’t.“Yes… Camilla’s twin.” The words tear the air from my lungs.Martha stares. “Camilla had a twin?”She had a twin.“How could I have never seen her? Camilla never talked about a twin,” Martha says, her voice sharp with disbelief. I nod faintly, because she’s right. Camilla never once mentioned it. Not to either of us.Valerie collapses, he

Lucien's Pov “Hello, husband. Did you miss me?”My blood chills. What?I jerk the phone back. Unknown number—but the voice… I know it.My throat works. Nothing comes out.“Come on,” she teases with a laugh. “Don’t tell me I was the only one missing you.”Impossible. She’s dead.“Camilla…” The name rasps, raw, out of me.She laughs—too loud.“Don’t tell me you still don’t believe. Let me introduce myself—Dani.”The phone slicks in my grip, nearly gone.“D-Dani…”“Yes.” Her voice purrs, thick with amusement. “Of course you missed me.” “What—what are you talking about? I don’t know you.”“Oh, Lucien.” Her voice softens. “Was I really that flawless? Six whole months, Lucien.”Her laugh coils through the line. “Pretending to be your precious Camilla? Too easy.”“This is some kind of joke.”“Mmm. Of course you don’t believe me. Men rarely do—until you cut them open.”“Stop!” My voice cracks sharp, warning, begging.“Why would I lie, husband? You want proof? Then listen closely…”The world