Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Pleasure: Daddy's Favorite Student : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Elizabeth's POVFinally, it was the week of exams. I couldn't wait to end the semester, so I could take a little break from school stress, and from everyone, including Sebastian.I didn't like the thought of not seeing him for a few weeks, but I needed the break. Plus, May was determined to fight for her home, so I needed a break from her, too.I got to hear that Ethan was on the brink of dropping out of school because of his bad grades. He only had to do well in these exams if he wanted to remain in school.It all made sense now. He had approached me for reconciliation because of the upcoming examination, so I could help boost his grades. For a second I thought he was really being sincere.The examination week passed by so quickly, and we were finally going for a break. Sebastian had been the one dropping me off after every paper, and he was definitely going to do the same today. Although I needed to maintain a good distance from him, I still needed someone to protect me, at least

As the first light of dawn pierced through the curtains, I found myself emerging from a fragile slumber, my eyelids heavy with exhaustion and my heart weighed down by a familiar dread. Gripping my phone with trembling fingers, I dialed Ethan's number, anxiety coursing through me like electricity. To my relief, he answered."Don’t you think it's a bit too early for this kind of call?" he mumbled, the sound of a yawn lingering in his voice.I closed my eyes tight, letting out a heavy sigh that seemed to carry all the weight of my worry. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but can we please meet?" I implored, the words spilling out in a rush.He chuckled softly, a hint of amusement in his tone. "You do realize you sound incredibly vulnerable right now, don't you?"It stung to hear him say it, but I couldn’t deny the truth in his words. Beneath my frustration, I felt a wave of humility wash over me, reminding me that sometimes pride needed to take a backseat. "Please, I just need to see you this m

Sebastian's POV I woke up with a strange longing the next day. Not strange, but intense. It was like my feelings for Elizabeth grew each time we had sex. The way our bodies ignite, the way we melt into each other's hands. I didn't call the previous night because I wanted her to rest. I had fully exhausted her. So I sent a simple text, but she didn't reply.My study, usually a sanctuary filled with books, soft light, and the quiet hum of my thoughts, felt like a prison tonight. It was lonely and quiet, even though May was home. I wished the break would end so I got to see her again in class. I picked up my phone, my fingers hovered over it, trembling just slightly. I leaned back in my chair, eyes closed, trying to control my breathing. Her face flashed in my mind—her quiet smile, the way her presence seemed to soften the sharp edges of my world. She was my student. Worse still, my stepdaughter.“I shouldn’t be thinking about this,” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand down my face.

Elizabeth's POV I wrapped my arm with the first-aid bandage, but the sting underneath wouldn’t let me forget. The scar was fresh, throbbing with each heartbeat, a cruel reminder of my mother's promise. I pretended to move on, that I wasn't hurt emotionally because I was supposed to get used to her cruelty and hatred toward me. But my heart lingered on the scene from her visit longer than it should. She was my mother and I expected at least an ounce of love from her.Sebastian was fortunate in ways that many could only dream of. He had a family that stood unwaveringly by his side, and a wife who passionately fought to keep their bond strong. It seemed as though he had crafted the perfect life, basking in the warmth of my mother's love—a priceless treasure. Though my relationship with May was strained, there were moments when I longed for the embrace of a mother's arms, a sanctuary where I could feel safe and cherished. I could almost envision her holding me close, whispering soothing

Elizabeth's POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I lay wide-eyed in the dark, the glow of my phone screen casting faint shadows across the wall. Every few minutes, I’d unlock it, scroll through my empty inbox, then toss it aside—only to snatch it back again, just in case the anonymous texter texted again. My body was exhausted, but my mind refused to rest.The scar on my arm pulsed like a second heartbeat, a cruel reminder that the past wasn’t done with me. I traced it through the fabric of my sleeve, my chest tightening with each slow drag of my fingertip. It was a wound I couldn’t bandage, a truth I couldn’t tell.By dawn, my eyes burned from unshed tears. I splashed cold water on my face before heading to class, hiding the shadows beneath my eyes with a smile that fooled no one but myself.The campus was already alive with chatter, students sprawled across benches, their laughter carrying in the cool morning air. To them, it was just another day. To me, it was another chance for t