BURNING BETRAYAL: My Mafia Professor.의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

I sat in the studio with a microphone clipped to my dress, my hands resting lightly on my lap.The place was busy, but not loud. People moved around, adjusting cameras, checking lights, speaking in low voices. It didn’t feel overwhelming. Just… organized.I glanced briefly at one of the cameras, then looked away.Zander wasn’t here.He couldn’t be. This wasn’t his world, and we both knew it. He was at home, watching everything live. Uncle J was somewhere outside, in the waiting area. He had come with me, but he didn’t need to be in here.A woman walked up to me and adjusted the mic slightly. “You’re good,” she said with a small smile before stepping away.I nodded once.Across from me, the interviewer sat straight in his chair, flipping through a few notes before setting them aside. He looked up at me and gave a polite nod.“Ready?” he asked.“Yes,” I said.And I meant it.A voice from behind the camera started counting down.“Five… four… three…”Silence.Then—“We’re live.”The inte

Monday came.The car came to a stop just outside the school gate, and before I could reach for the handle, the security man was already stepping out.Zander arranged for security to be around me anytime I’m out.He walked around the car and opened the door for me.I stepped out slowly, adjusting my bag on my shoulder, and that was when I felt it.Eyes.Not one or two. A lot.People standing around the entrance, those walking past, and even those pretending to be busy with their phones. Some of them didn’t even try to hide it. They just looked straight at me like I was something to figure out.So it starts here.I straightened a little without thinking about it, keeping my expression normal, like nothing was out of place. Like this is just another morning, and I wasn’t trending all over the internet.The security man stepped back slightly after I got down. He wasn’t following me in. He would wait outside. That was the arrangement.I didn’t want someone walking behind me like I couldn’t

No one touched the file immediately.It just sat there in the middle of the table, exactly where Uncle J had placed it. Clean. Simple. But somehow heavier than everything that had been said before.I watched them.Not obviously. Just enough to notice the small things.A glance exchanged between two of them. One man leaning back slightly in his chair, fingers tapping once against the table before going still. Another adjusting his glasses, eyes moving from the file to me, then away again like he didn’t want to be caught staring for too long.They weren’t as relaxed anymore.Good.One of them finally reached for the file.He didn’t rush it. He pulled it closer, opened it, flipped one page, then another. His expression didn’t change much, but I saw it. That small pause. That second longer than necessary on one line.He knew what he was looking at.Or at least… he understood enough.“What exactly are we looking at here?” he asked, his voice calm but tighter than before.Uncle J didn’t mov

Later that evening, I sat in front of the mirror, leaning slightly toward it as I blended the last bit of makeup into my skin.I didn’t do too much.Just enough.A soft foundation, a little blush, something light on my eyes. Nothing sharp or dramatic. I didn’t want to look like I was trying too hard. I just wanted to look… put together.Calm.I picked up my lip gloss and applied a thin layer, pressing my lips together before pulling back slightly to look at myself.For a second, I just stared.Not in a critical way.Just… noticing.This version of me still felt a little new.Not completely unfamiliar, but not fully settled either.I leaned back slightly, then pushed the chair back and stood up.My eyes dropped to my dress.It was simple.That was the first thing I liked about it.It wasn’t loud or complicated. Just a soft, fitted slip dress that fell smoothly over my body without clinging too tightly. The fabric was satin, a deep champagne color that caught the light just enough when

The moment didn’t break all at once.It eased.Quietly.Like something settling.The plates had been cleared a while ago. The candles were still burning low, soft light flickering against the table between us. Neither of us had said much after that last conversation. Not because there was nothing to say… but because there was too much.And somehow, this felt easier.Sitting in it.Not touching it.I glanced down at my hands resting lightly in my lap, then back up at him.He was already looking at me.Of course he was.Something in my chest shifted again, that same soft, restless feeling that hadn’t left me all night.I pushed my chair back slowly.“I think we should go,” I said.My voice came out calm.Normal.Like my thoughts weren’t anything but.He nodded once and stood up.Simple.But even that felt… heavier than it should have.I reached for my clutch, standing fully this time. The slit of my dress shifted as I moved, brushing lightly making it expose my thigh. I didn’t think abo