All Chapters of THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

That morning, the sky looked ordinary. But to Renata, everything felt off.The campus air that usually calmed her chest now felt suffocating. Every step weighed on her, as if everyone could read the mess inside her head.She sat on a bench near the faculty garden, staring blankly at the main building. In her hand, a cup of vending machine coffee had gone half cold. Yet her mind stayed stuck on one thing she couldn’t shake off—that message.[This is Fiona. Your mother’s friend’s daughter. Could we meet to talk about the engagement ceremony?]Renata swallowed hard. Just remembering it made her stomach twist.She knew she shouldn’t care. She wasn’t allowed to care. What they had wasn’t love—it was an arrangement.So why did it feel like something was pressing down on her chest from the inside?Her eyes dropped to the phone in her hand. Dominic had texted several times already:Dominic: [Have you reached campus? Come to my office at ten.]Normally, a message like that would’ve made her bl

Renata stared at her reflection in the campus bathroom mirror. Her face looked paler than usual. Her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes were red from holding back tears for far too long.The faucet ran loudly, drowning out the sound of her ragged breaths.Professor Alex Harrington’s offer kept spinning in her mind, those filthy words that made her stomach churn just thinking about them. She didn’t know whether to cry, rage, or laugh bitterly at the reality that a man her age could dare to offer her something so vile, all just to protect his academic standing.She lowered her gaze, watching water drip from her fingers. Do I really have to go this far to survive? she whispered to herself.Footsteps approached, and she quickly wiped her face with a tissue.“Renata? I’ve been looking for you in the garden. So you were hiding here,” a voice said, relief in it. But as it took in her face, the expression shifted to concern. “Hey… what’s wrong? You look so sad.”Renata forced a weak smile a

“What are you waiting for, Renata?”Renata froze, her voice trembling. “I—I really haven’t—”“Liar. I know you and Dominic are way past that.”God, she wanted to cry. Before she could protest, Alex Harrington shoved his cock into her mouth, and instinctively she opened wider. The heat, the hardness, the expensive cologne hit her like a wave, twisting her stomach into knots.“Good girl,” Alex growled, hips already moving. “Show me how smart this little honor student really is.”Tears streamed down Renata’s cheeks, but her mouth kept working—lips sliding, tongue pressing, her hand stroking the thick, dark length in a practiced rhythm.Alex yanked her hair harder, forcing her head faster. “Deeper. Drop the innocent act.”She gagged, saliva dripping to her chin, but he gave no mercy. He thrust deeper, the tip hitting the back of her throat.This wasn’t Dominic. This wasn’t love. This was punishment.Yet her body betrayed her, as always. Minutes later her tongue moved on its own—licking th

The campus air felt colder than usual, even though the sun was already high.Renata walked slowly down the corridor, shoulders slumped, her face pale as if dusted with ash. The sound of footsteps, laughter, and chatter from other students drifted past her ears without sinking in. The world seemed to move too fast for a heart that was quietly breaking.In class, she sat somewhere in the middle row. Her notebook was open, but her eyes were vacant, staring at the whiteboard. The pen in her hand spun aimlessly between her fingers. The lecturer spoke, but not a single word made it into her mind.Selly, sitting beside her, watched silently. Renata was usually the talkative one—the first to answer questions, the first to complain about assignments with a laugh. But that morning, she looked like a shadow of herself—quiet, withdrawn, as if she were hiding something she couldn’t name.When the break came, Selly leaned closer, concern clouding her expression.“Ren, are you sick? You look so pale

Alex never hurried. He never did.He eased into her slowly, letting every inch split Renata open while her body still pulsed from the last climax. Her breath caught—a tiny, broken sound that died in her throat. She was so sensitive now every nerve felt stripped raw, yet the hot drag of him inside her lit the fire all over again.“Shh,” he whispered against her temple, hips rolling in a lazy, maddening circle. “Just feel me.”There was no way she couldn’t. Alex filled her completely—thick, burning, and far too sure of exactly what he was doing. Each thrust grazed the spot the toys had already tortured, sending violent tremors through her stomach. Her bound wrists yanked at the headboard; the satin ribbons creaked softly. She wanted to claw at something, anything, but all she could do was surrender.He settled into a slow, cruel rhythm: slow enough to make her beg for faster, deep enough to erase her own name from her mind. Sweat slid down her skin. The room smelled of sex and the rain