All Chapters of THE PROFESSOR'S SECRET GIRL: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

That night, true to his word, Dominic showed up at Renata’s apartment again. But what stopped him dead in his tracks wasn’t the sight of her opening the door—it was the faint, unmistakable sound of a woman crying softly behind the bathroom door. He knew exactly who it was. Who else could it be but Renata?She stood there in the doorway, face pale, eyes swollen and red, wearing an oversized shirt that hung loosely on her frame. The moment she saw him, she reached back and quickly pulled the bathroom door shut behind her, as if trying to hide something. Dominic didn’t speak right away. He just looked at her for a long moment, his chest tightening at how fragile she seemed—the girl who had been unraveling his heart for far too long.“Ren,” he said softly, voice low and thick with worry. He stepped inside and closed the apartment door carefully behind him. “I heard you crying.”Renata dropped her gaze, fists clenched at her sides, shoulders still trembling. “I’m… I’m fine, Daddy,” she lie

That morning, Selly couldn’t wait any longer.She woke with red, swollen eyes from lack of sleep. Her body was exhausted, but her resolve was firm. After what had happened the night before—the lipstick stain on Cedric’s shirt, the familiar scent of Renata’s perfume clinging to him, and the lies that had been far too obvious—Selly knew she needed the truth. And she needed it directly from Renata.She didn’t text. She didn’t call.She showered quickly, changed her clothes, grabbed her bag, and ordered a ride to Renata’s apartment. It was barely eight in the morning, but Selly didn’t care.When she reached Renata’s door, Selly knocked softly but firmly. No answer.She knocked again, louder this time.“Ren… I know you’re inside. Open the door. We need to talk.”A few seconds later, the door opened slowly.Renata stood there with a face drained of color, her eyes badly swollen, her hair a mess. She was still wearing the same loose clothes as yesterday. The marks on her neck were even clear

Her legs unsteady, Renata felt like a broken doll being dragged mercilessly by Cedric. The cold night air bit into her skin as they stepped out of the apartment building, sharp enough to pierce bone, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread that had frozen her heart solid. She didn’t dare scream—the thought of Selly hearing, of dragging her best friend deeper into this nightmare, sealed her lips shut. Cedric’s grip on her wrist felt like a burning iron shackle: no visible bruises, but it seared straight into her soul, making every second feel like eternal torment. She tried tugging her hand away, gently at first, but he only tightened his hold, his dark eyes flashing a silent, chilling warning that made her tremble.Cedric’s car—a sleek black sedan that still carried the sharp scent of new leather—waited in the dimly lit, damp underground garage. The stench of engine oil and exhaust fumes stung Renata’s nose until she thought she might be sick, but fear clamped everything down. He

Dominic had just killed the engine of his car in the basement of his luxury apartment building when his phone vibrated in the pocket of his suit jacket. Today had been more exhausting than usual—endless faculty meetings, students asking ridiculous questions, and his thoughts constantly drifting back to Renata. The girl had barely replied to his messages for the past two days. Only half-hearted emojis and curt answers that were clearly forced.He grabbed his work bag from the passenger seat and walked toward the private elevator with tired but determined strides. The moment the apartment door closed behind him, Dominic tossed his jacket onto the sofa, loosened his tie, and poured himself a generous glass of whiskey. The night was still young, but his body was already craving something stronger than coffee.He had just settled into the chair at his work desk when his phone vibrated again. This time, it wasn’t a regular message.An email.From: Cedric Harrington Subject: For You, Pak Dom

Selly sat on the park bench she and Renata used to share, but today it felt far too wide and empty. Leaves drifted down lazily around her as a cool afternoon breeze brushed across her face, yet it did nothing to ease the gnawing anxiety that had been eating away at her for the past month.It had been a full month since Renata last showed up to class. There was no clear explanation. Her replies to messages were short and distant, phone calls went unanswered, and every time Selly went to her old apartment, the door remained tightly locked. Only once had Renata opened it — her face deathly pale, eyes hollow, and her smile painfully forced. After that, Renata had pulled away even further.Selly stared at her phone screen, forehead creased with worry. Her last message to Renata had gone unread for two days.Selly: Ren, I’m really worried about you. Are you okay? At least text me once a day. I miss you.She let out a long sigh and leaned back against the bench, her mind spinning. Was Renata