Semua Bab Forbidden Pleasure: Daddy's Favorite Student : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Elizabeth's POV The week dragged on like an endless nightmare, each day heavier than the last. My phone never left my side. I carried it everywhere, waiting for the buzz that would remind me I wasn’t alone — that someone out there was still pulling my strings.But for two days straight, silence.It should have felt like a relief, a breath of air after drowning in fear and anguish for so long. Instead, it was worse. Silence meant they were watching quietly, biding their time. Silence meant they were waiting for me to slip.And then there was Sebastian.The lecture hall was packed that morning, students buzzing with conversations that made the walls hum. I sat near the back, head lowered, trying to disappear. My hoodie shielded my face, and my notebook was filled with mindless scribbles. Anything to make me look busy, distracted. Even invisible.But when Sebastian walked in, everything changed. It always did. His presence pressed against the room, commanding silence without a word. I d

The cafeteria wasn’t supposed to be a battlefield. It was supposed to be just another noisy break in the absence of classes, trays clattering and conversations weaving together like static. But after what happened, it felt like the whole room had been holding its breath for me to drown.Jennifer’s voice still rang in my ears. Her shove still echoed through my bones. And Sebastian’s intervention, firm, commanding, dangerous—hung like a spark in dry grass, ready to set everything ablaze.For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then the whispers began.“Did you see that?”“Why was the professor defending her?”“Do you think…?”Every glance was a dagger. Every whisper was a thread pulling me apart.I knelt quickly, scooping my scattered books back into my bag with trembling hands. Sebastian crouched beside me, his voice low but sharp enough that only I could hear.“Elizabeth. Look at me.”I didn’t. I couldn’t. My pulse was a drum against my ribs. “Please,” I whispered, “don’t. Not here.”His hand

Elizabeth’s POVI had felt the whispers before I heard them.The way conversations stopped when I entered a room. The way eyes flickered to me, then away, too quickly, as if they were afraid I might notice. At first, I told myself it was in my head. But lies have short legs, and soon the truth caught up.Two girls at the next table didn’t even bother lowering their voices in the cafeteria.“They say she stays after class with him.”“With the professor?”“Mhm. And I heard she’s been meeting Ethan too.”“God, she’s shameless.”Their laughter carved itself into my skin.I sat frozen, tray untouched, my throat too tight to swallow. Jennifer’s face floated in my mind, her perfect smile, her cruel eyes. I knew this had her fingerprints all over it. But the worst part was, I couldn’t fight back. If I opened my mouth, if I defended myself, I’d only give them more to talk about.So I did the only thing I could. I endured.The next day, I walked into class early, hoping to avoid the stares. My

Elizabeth’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped since last night. It drummed against the hostel roof in a steady rhythm, drowning out the noise of the world but not the noise inside me. I lay curled in bed, staring at the cracks on the ceiling, my phone resting heavy in my hand.I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw May’s face, twisted with rage—or Sebastian’s eyes, blazing with a kind of protection I didn’t deserve. And underneath it all was the steady hum of whispers that followed me everywhere.When my phone buzzed, I nearly dropped it. My chest tightened as I saw the message.Unknown Number:Miss me?The blood drained from my face. My fingers shook as I scrolled up, confirming what I already knew. This was the same number. The texter. Silent for weeks, but not gone. Never gone.Another message came before I could breathe.You thought I forgot? Cute. Meet me, Same spot. Make sure to come by midnight. Don’t be late this time.My stomach knotted. Last time they hadn’t shown, lea

Elizabeth’s POVThe world felt colder than it should have. September air wasn’t supposed to cut this sharp, but it did, slicing into my skin as I walked the cracked sidewalk toward the lonely streetlight. Every instinct screamed at me to turn back, but I kept moving, pulled forward by something I couldn’t name.Daniel was already there. Hood up, shoulders hunched, like he’d been waiting for hours. For once, the sight of him didn’t terrify me. It unsettled me, yes, but not in the same way as last night.“You came,” he said, voice quiet, steady.I crossed my arms, trying to smother the tremor in my chest. “Yes, but still not sure why.”“Because you know Ethan won’t stop.” He stepped out from the shadows, his face clearer now, less mystery, more raw humanity. “And because you know you need proof to fight him.”His calmness unnerved me more than anger ever could. He wasn’t trying to scare me now. He was being… patient.“You said you had something.” My voice came out thin, barely audible.