All Chapters of PROFESSOR SIN : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

MRS BLAKE’S POVI left the ward without looking back.Nina stayed behind with her father. She insisted, said she wanted to watch over him. I let her. I didn’t have the strength to argue. My body felt heavy, my head aching from lack of sleep, from crying, from pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t.As I stepped into the hallway, my thoughts drifted..briefly, unwillingly..to Amara.That girl.The audacity to show her face after being disowned. After everything. I scoffed under my breath as I walked faster.Then I collided with someone.“Ah—” I gasped, stumbling slightly.A man stood in front of me. Tall. Cap pulled low over his face. I couldn’t see his eyes clearly, but something about him made my skin prickle.“Sorry,” I said quickly.He didn’t apologize back.Instead, he leaned in slightly and said, in a low voice, “You really trust the people around you.”I frowned. “Excuse me?”“First they came for your husband,” he continued calmly, “next, it will be you.”My heart skipped.

AMARA POV “I want to see those beasts,” I repeated, my voice shaking but firm.“It’s late, Amara,” Zed said gently. “You need rest. You’re not okay—”“Now!” I snapped, the word tearing out of my chest. “Now, Zed. I want to see them.”A broken roar escaped my lips, my eyes stinging so badly it hurt to blink.Zed didn’t argue again.Instead, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. The moment his warmth surrounded me, everything I was holding back came crashing down.“How could they do that to me?” I sobbed into his shirt. “I was just a child.”My chest rose and fell unevenly as memories crawled back, one after another, blame layered on blame, the constant guilt, hospital rooms that smelled of chemicals, syringes, doctors’ cold stares, the way everyone looked at me like I was the problem.Like I owed them my existence.They used me.Like an object.Like I didn’t matter.Like I didn’t feel pain.“I tried,” I whispered brokenly. “I really tried to be

NANNY PAULA'S POVMy chest felt heavy as I stood there, staring at the empty drawer.What if Mrs Blake got a hold of it?“Shit…” I whispered.Every single secret was in that diary. Names. Dates. Things that were never meant to see the light of day. My hands trembled as panic settled deep in my bones.Then I heard it.A sound.Downstairs.My heart jumped so hard it hurt.I was the only one at home.I grabbed my phone and sent a distress message quickly to Diego before tucking the phone back in my pocket.I swallowed hard and reached for my stiletto heels, gripping them like a weapon. I moved slowly, every step cautious, the silence of the house making my skin crawl. The staircase creaked softly beneath my feet, each sound too loud in my ears.I reached the bottom and turned toward the kitchen.Suddenly, a hand clamped over my mouth from behind.I struggled instantly, my heels slipping from my fingers as a shadow stretched across the floor. He was stronger than me. Much stronger.“Shhhh

AMARA'S POV I woke with a groan, the sunlight stabbing my eyes, and rolled over, squinting at the empty side of the bed. Zed was gone. I groaned again, my stomach twisting, hormones already making me irritable, and I flopped my head back onto the pillow.“Ugh,” I muttered to myself, dragging a hand down my face. “Today’s going to be long.” deciding not to think about what happened yesterday.I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, rubbing at my temples. The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet. And that made my temper flair. My body wanted attention, my cravings wanted snacks, and apparently, my brain decided I’d make Zed suffer for leaving me alone.I stomped toward the kitchen and flopped onto a chair, tapping my fingers impatiently. Minutes later, I heard the faint click of the front door opening. My lips curled.“You finally decided to come back?” I asked, trying to sound annoyed but failing spectacularly.Zed appeared in the doorway, sleeves rolled up, his usual bl

PROFESSOR BLACK (ZED) POVMy tie felt like a noose.I loosened it for the third time in ten minutes, exhaling slowly as my eyes scanned the mountain of documents suffocating my desk. Contracts. Authorizations. Agreements that required my signature, my approval, my attention.But my mind wasn’t here.It hadn’t been here all day.The pen rested between my fingers, unmoving.Numbers blurred, Words meant nothing.I leaned back in my chair, rubbing a hand down my face. The office was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and the distant clicking of keyboards outside my glass walls.Calm.Controlled.Everything exactly how I liked it.Yet something inside me refused to settle.My gaze flicked to my watch.6:17 PM.A faint crease formed between my brows.I should call Mara.The thought came naturally, instinctively. A habit carved into my bones. Checking on her wasn’t duty , it was reflex.I picked up my phone and dialed.It rang.And rang.And rang.No answer.I frowned slig