Lahat ng Kabanata ng Professor Lucien : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Sofia's Pov "Hey. Good afternoon." Yasmin greets as I slip into her car. "I hope you’re okay with going undercover. Your dad will kill me when he finds out." "If he finds out." I correct, buckling in. She only shakes her head with a smile. The last couple of days—no progress. Just spinning wheels. Hanging out with Yasmin, letting her drag me deeper into the missing girls case. Maybe it’s an outlet. Maybe it’s just my reckless curiosity in Professor Lucien’s world. Either way, when Nadia suggested I go back to that freak club, get noticed, I didn’t hesitate. Twice. "So, I made some diggings about the man you recognized." She slides a file across. "Charles Robinson. Real estate. Sixty-three. Net worth over a million. Divorced. Two kids." I scan it, dry facts bleeding off the page. "These men barely have bad records. Nothing." Yasmin sighs. "You think your mystery caller will give you another code?" "Only one way to find out." I shoot the message and press send. "Sofia."

Sofia's Pov “Sorry—we had to arrest you too. Can’t have you making enemies,” Yasmin says, handing me a bottle of water. I gulp it down, throat aching, then give it back. We’re back at the precinct. “Charles is still under questioning, but with the evidence we have, he’s going away for a long time,” she adds. But my mind won’t stay here. It keeps slipping back—to that moment Charles lunged. The attack wasn’t brutal, but in that flash I felt stripped, hollow. Like I could die without ever saying it— Professor Lucien, I love you. “Sofia…” Yasmin starts, but I cut her off. “I’ve got to go.” I fling the car door open and jump out. It’s reckless, rushed, but if I don’t tell him now, I may never say it. This whole stupid plan—finding the girls, putting Charles behind bars—it was never just about justice. It was about freeing Professor Lucien’s conscience. About Nadia. About him. But what would I even say? Does he feel the same? Was it all just lust? No. I know it wa

Lucien's Pov. “You went too far.” I snap as Dani slams the door. Sofia’s footsteps fade down the hall. My chest convulses with guilt. She doesn’t deserve this. Nobody does. “I should’ve just shot her, Lucien. Would’ve been easier.” She laughs—cold, crazy. She pulls the gun out again and levels it at me. “Why won’t you admit you loved me? Is it because of that whiny college student?” I force myself not to lunge. One wrong move and she pulls the trigger. “The police know Camilla is dead. You turning up and saying it was Dani who died won’t hold.” “Shut up. What do you take me for, a fool?” She snaps, the barrel trembling. “Of course I know that. I’ll arrange the tests. You testify.” “No one will swallow that lie, Dani. We both know it.” My voice is flat. I mean it. She stares at me, then looks away and back, like she’s bargaining with herself. Finally she shakes her head. “They will. I don’t care what I have to buy or bribe. You get me the statements, or I leak everything. Everyon

Sofia's PovI thought that if I blew Mom’s secret wide open — read her aloud, make everyone know what she did — the shame would finally sit where it belonged. I imagined it like justice: her perfect mask cracking, her feeling what she made us feel for years. I wanted her to fell horrible.But standing here, watching Dad look at her like she’d hollowed him out, I didn’t feel triumphant. I felt strangled. The sand was halfway into Grandma’s coffin, dull thuds that should have been rhythm and instead felt like the beating out of my own heart. I wanted to cry, to let everything break open — and I couldn’t. My throat locked and air wouldn’t come.The diary I’d stolen from Yasmin — I went for proof about Lucien, remember? — gave me something worse. Yasmin’s handwriting slid across the page in loops and small confessions: she’d been in love with my father for years. Always. Mom — Becky — had been the prettier choice, the easy choice, the “first pick” at every party. My father chose Becky bec

Sofia's Pov“It…” My voice splinters, hanging in the air. Every gaze in the room sharpens like a blade against my skin.My throat burns. The words claw at me, fighting to come out, but which ones?If I say yes, I brand myself—the girl who slept with her professor. No college, no second chances. If I say no, then I become his executioner. And still, a part of me aches at the thought of destroying him completely.I glance again at Professor Lucien. His head is bowed now, fists tight at his sides, the picture of a guilty man waiting for his sentence. That simple shake of his head replays in my mind. Say it wasn’t. Save yourself.My lips part, but nothing comes.“Miss Carson.” Mr. Nathaniel’s tone hardens. “The truth is the only thing that will protect you here. Was it consensual?”My eyes sting, tears threatening to spill as I finally whisper, barely audible,“It… it was.”“Fuck no! She’s lying—it was not consensual. I told you, I manipulated her into kissing me—” Professor Lucien’s voic