All Chapters of PROFESSOR SIN : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

NINA’S POV“Delete it… or I’ll make sure you disappear before morning.”His voice was cold. Sharp enough to slice through my breath. Then the line went dead.For a moment, I just stood there, frozen, my phone still pressed to my ear.I wanted to ignore the threat. To pretend it didn’t scare me. But it did.Because from the very first time I saw Professor Black in the office that day, I knew..he wasn’t ordinary.He had this darkness that made even silence feel dangerous.And now, his words kept echoing in my head, crawling under my skin.But how could I delete the only evidence I had?That photo was my weapon. My power. The only thing tying him and Amara together—and the only way I could control them both.I remember how I got it.It wasn’t planned. None of this was.Yesterday, after walking out on that annoying nanny, Paula, I’d gone outside. I was halfway through the gate when I saw a shadow moving toward Amara’s room window. At first, I thought I was imagining things.But the shape

AMARA'S POVI walked down the busy road, lost in my thoughts. The cars, the chatter, the smell of roasted corn from a roadside seller ..all of it faded into the background. I didn’t feel energetic enough to go home. I wasn’t ready to face the chaos that waited there.My legs moved on their own until I found myself inside a small café along the road. It was warm and quiet, the kind of place people went to escape. I ordered a cup of coffee and sat by the window.When I took the first sip, it burned my throat .. but I didn’t even flinch. The pain was nothing compared to the weight crushing my chest.I ended things with Professor Blake.Even thinking it made my stomach twist. I didn’t even know what to say to him at the end. There was really nothing between us… right? That’s what I kept telling myself. But deep down, I’d expected him to fight for it, to refuse, to do something. Instead, he just agreed quietly.And somehow, that hurt more than I expected.What was I thinking? That he would

NINA’S POVI shut my door quietly, my heart still racing.Adopted.The word echoed in my mind again and again, soft and sharp at once. Amara …the one who always got the smiles, the hugs, the praise … wasn’t even one of us. She wasn’t blood. She wasn’t a Blake.I leaned against my wall, breathing out a shaky laugh.So all these years… she’s been living in my place. Acting like she belonged. Like she deserved everything that should’ve been mine. She's nothing.A borrowed name. A charity case.A strange calm settled in my chest … the kind that comes after too much anger. For once, I felt above her.The real daughter. The one who mattered.I couldn’t wait for her to come home. I wanted to see her face when she realized that the sister she looked down on now held something she could never touch … truth.When I finally heard her room door open, my lips curved. She was back. Perfect timing.Without thinking twice, I walked down the hallway and pushed open her door, not even bothering to knock

PROFESSOR BLACK The day I saw her at the park, everything in me almost snapped.I wanted to go to her, pull her close, breathe her in, and remind her she was mine. But I couldn’t. Tracy was with me, and I couldn’t just lose control in front of her. She’s the only person I care about now... or so I try to believe.But seeing Amara with that janitor again..his hand holding hers…made my blood boil. I wanted to break every bone in his body for touching her. It took every bit of self-control not to act out. The anger burned in my chest, mixed with something worse…jealousy.When Amara said we should go our separate ways, I didn’t argue. I told myself it was better for her. That maybe, distance would help her forget me.But I was wrong.Ignoring her in class, pretending she meant nothing…it was torture. She was right there every day, and I couldn’t even look at her without feeling my heart twist painfully.And then today… she walked into my office, dressed like sin itself, her confidence tr

AMARA'S POVI stared at the mirror, and a pretty lady stared right back at me. The red gown hugged my shape..not too tight, just enough to show the curve of my waist and hips. The color made my skin glow. “His lady in red,” I whispered with a small grin.I remembered the way he’d asked me out. Or rather…ordered me out. After days of quiet, stolen moments, and that awkward confession of how possessive he was, he’d stood in his office, scratching his head, avoiding my eyes. Then came his voice…deep, low, almost shy.“Wear that tomorrow at 5 p.m. Let’s go out.”The almighty Professor Blake, shy? I had laughed right there, teasing him until he told me to “leave before I regret asking.”Now, looking at myself, I couldn’t help smiling. Maybe he wasn’t as cold as he pretended to be.A necklace would’ve made the outfit perfect, but I had none. I never saw the need for one..until tonight.I moved to my shoe rack and slipped on silver heels. Perfect. My makeup was soft, enough to bring life to