Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Pleasure: Daddy's Favorite Student : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

**Elizabeth’s POV**I lay in bed, wrapped in the heavy cloak of my thoughts, a storm of emotions swirling in my mind. The previous day had slipped away in a haze of thick novels and endless assignments, intended to serve as distractions from the incessant echo of Sebastian in my heart. Yet, that futile endeavor crumbled like dust; his presence gnawed at the edges of my sanity, rendering coherent thoughts impossible.I let my mind drift to the nights we spent together—the intense love making, the dirt he whispered, and the way he cradled my face in the school hallway, his touch igniting a fire beneath my skin. Subconsciously, I found my fingers brushing against my earlobe, where his lips had lingered just a heartbeat too long. A soft smile graced my lips as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the tantalizing memory of him exploring every part of me.And then I remembered May, my mother. Though she had done little to earn my concern, the truth remained: she was the woman who had brought

**Sebastian's POV**Elizabeth couldn't seem to tear her gaze away from Jennifer, her expression a storm of unease and fury. I could sense it—the tension hanging in the air as thick as a fog, each passing moment weighing heavily upon her. It was the start of a new week, but I couldn’t pinpoint what had stirred this wave of discomfort in her.Elizabeth's usual bravado was replaced by a simmering fury that flickered in her eyes, and it was as if her mind was wandering far beyond the confines of our classroom. Normally, Elizabeth would carry on, brushing off Jennifer and her minions as if they were mere shadows. Just like the week before, today was no different; I watched in fascination as Elizabeth began to muster the courage to confront them—a skill she had never quite mastered, evident from the bruises she bore from previous encounters.With each passing glance, I could feel the electricity of her anger. It was a strange contrast of her personality—standing tall against the relentless

**May’s POV**I had always reveled in the cheering freedom of youth, savoring each moment as if it were a delicate, fleeting butterfly. I watched my mother, the epitome of selflessness, devote her life to our family. People revered her as strong and virtuous, their eyes gleaming with admiration. But in the shadows of that praise, I labeled her choices as foolish, crafting a silent vow within me to never follow in her footsteps.Then I married Walter, and in an instant, my vibrant life transformed into a lonely existence. The late nights filled with laughter, the spontaneous adventures, the carefree gatherings with friends—all of it slipped through my fingers like grains of sand. And just when I thought the confinement couldn’t grow tighter, Elizabeth arrived, a tiny creature that turned my world upside down.Bitterness clawed at my heart as I glared at the newborn bundle, wallowing in the resentment that she had dared to disrupt my freedom any further. As if she had any say in her bei

Elizabeth's POV Suspicion danced into Jennifer’s eyes as they darted from me to Sebastian. “Ms Jennifer, you're here," Sebastian said. The shock in his voice was palpable, like he had been caught doing something bad.Being as cunning as she had always been, Jennifer replied. “Yes. Actually, I arrived a few minutes ago. Just going around to feed my eyes.”Her eyes didn't leave mine. Not even when she was replying to Sebastian.In the heat of the moment, Sebastian bailed out. "Okay then, I'll leave you both to chat,” he said, before going back in.“Leave us to chat?" I asked in my thoughts.Sebastian seemed to forget that this was Jennifer. My archenemy.Before I could utter a word, he was out of sight. Feeling uncomfortable I turned to Jennifer.“What? Why are you staring at me like that?," I queried, rolling my eyes.She smirked, “I understand what is going on here, Elizabeth. I've seen it all."My heart plunged into my stomach, my lips curling in disbelief as the moment's weight se

Even though May was not at home, the same feeling of being unwelcomed enveloped me.“I'll get you something to drink," he offered, turning away before I could even refuse.I made my way and settled on the couch, taking a closer and careful observation of the luxurious interrior—a sight I missed during my first visit.Sebastian returned with a glass of wine, filled with a sky blue liquid. My mouth watered at the sight of it, but something else soon caught my attention.His bare chest.His biceps looked firm and defined—something I didn't think I noticed in our first night together. I swallowed hard, my heart raced as I fought hard to take my eyes off him.He approached with a mischievous grin—like he got the reaction he wanted from me.Finally, I snapped out. Stood up In an attempt to leave, but knocked the glass of wine over—spilling its content on my dress.“Oh, my God,” I exclaimed, brushing off the wetness from my dress. But I was soaked, too soaked to go home like this. Thankful