All Chapters of MY PROFESSOR IS ACTUALLY MY SECRET LOVER: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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THREE METERS AWAY

Elena Torres held her phone so tightly that her fingers hurt. The soft sound of students filling the lecture hall turned into a low, annoying buzz, like static in her head. A single notification on the screen pulsed like a heartbeat: Three miles away. She couldn't breathe. It wasn't possible. She updated the app once more. 300 meters away. A chill ran down her spine. One more time to refresh. 3 meters apart. Her stomach turned. Her heart raced. The air around her felt thicker and thicker until she couldn't breathe. She wouldn't have even known what the numbers meant two weeks ago. She didn't want to download the app at all. Maya, her best friend since freshman year, had almost pushed her phone across the table at the café. Maya had said, "Please, Lena," with a smile as she drank her caramel latte. "At least talk if you're not ready to date." You're becoming a ghost. Elena rolled her eyes but let Maya do it anyway. The app seemed harmless at first, like a way to keep her mind o

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THE HALLWAY

No one moved right away after the lecture was over. The sound of zippers echoed like small thunder, and the chairs scraped against the tile. Notebooks snapped shut. Elena sat still, her phone face down on her desk and the note in her hand. The app had blinked one last time before the screen went black: Distance: 0 meters. Professor Wells closed his folder, looked at the door, and then at her. The look wasn't the cool, distant look she was used to. It was sharper, almost like it was begging. He said something to the students who were closest to him, but she couldn't hear what he said because her ears were ringing. She got up slowly, trying to blend in with the crowd. The dean's assistant was still standing by the door, holding a clipboard to her chest like a shield. She looked at the students as they left. The assistant's hand shot out when Elena got close. "Miss Torres? Dean Crawford wants to talk to you. Elena's heart sank. "Right now?" The assistant's eyes moved from Elena to t

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THE CHOICE

Elena's fingers shook against the cool plaster of the wall. The hallway seemed to get smaller around her. It was too bright, too quiet, and every sound was louder. The man in the grey hoodie stood to her left, and his pale eyes shone under the fluorescent lights. To her right, Professor Wells stood in a dark silhouette that radiated tension. She could smell their cologne and feel their heat because they were so close. Again, her phone vibrated in her hand. The same message kept flashing on the screen. A.W.: You're in trouble. Make your choice wisely. Her heart raced in her throat. "What is going on?" she yelled, her voice breaking. "Who are you?" You both? The man in the hood tilted his head and smiled, but it was a sad smile. "I told you." A person who sends messages. You've been talking to the wrong person. You don't know who he is. He jerked his chin towards Professor Wells. "Adrian Wells." Honoured professor. A knight in shining armour? Or something else? Professor Wells

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THE STRANGER IN THE DARK

The stranger's shape blocked the door like a shadow that had come to life. The dim light in the office reflected off the metal clasp of a badge that was clipped to his belt, but it was turned just enough that Elena couldn't read it. He went inside and quietly closed the door behind him. "Miss Torres, you've been very busy." His voice was calm and measured, but there was something about it that made her skin crawl. Elena moved back until the edge of the dean's desk hit her thighs. Her phone shook in her hand. "Who are you?" she asked. The man gave a weak smile. "That's not important right now." The important thing is that you've been talking to someone you shouldn't have. You are in a very difficult situation. "I want to see Dean Crawford," she said, her voice sharper than she felt. "Right now." He said, "Dean Crawford isn't here." "He is... sick. Instead, you'll be talking to me.” Her thumb was hovering over the emergency call button on her phone. "I'm calling security if

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BENEATH THE UNIVERSITY

The maintenance tunnel looked like a steel and concrete ribcage stretching out in front of me. The air smelt like rust and wet dirt, and pipes hissed softly above. Elena's breath came in short bursts that echoed off the walls as she chased after Wells. His grip on her hand was strong but not painful, like a lifeline in the dark. Behind them, boots thudded down the stairs they had just come down. Voices yelled orders in a sharp, clipped, and professional way. The person who was following them wasn't just campus security. "Faster," Wells hissed as he looked back. His jacket hung loosely and his dark hair stuck to his forehead. "We're almost there at the service hatch." Elena's lungs hurt. "Where are you taking me?" He said, "A storage annexe under the library." "Not any cameras." We can talk there. "Why should I trust you?" she said in shock. "You lied about everything!"“I didn't tell lies about everything." His voice broke a little, which was the first sign of stress she

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ALONE IN THE DARK

The alley swallowed Elena whole. Her shoes slapped the wet pavement, echoing between brick walls slick with rain. Behind her, the courtyard erupted in chaos, shouts, sirens, the crack of something electrical. Then a flash of blue light burst over the roofline.She stumbled to a stop, chest heaving, her back pressed at a dumpster. Smoke drifted across the alley mouth like a ghost.“Adrian…” she whispered.No answer.She peered around the corner. The courtyard was a haze of light and movement — black-clad men swarming, their flashlights cutting through the smoke. The hatch to the tunnel was still open. But Adrian Wells was gone.Her fingers dug into the flash drive hidden in her palm. The tiny rectangle of metal felt heavier than it should — like a key to a door she didn’t know how to unlock.Her phone buzzed. She snatched it up, praying.A.W.: Run. Don’t come back.Her breath caught. She typed back with trembling thumbs. Where are you?No reply.Her heart twisted. He’d saved her, again

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TURNING THE TABLES

The trapdoor slammed shut above them, cutting off the roar of splintering wood. Dust rained down as boots pounded into the room they’d just left. Adrian dropped the latch bar into place, plunging the tunnel below into darkness.“Stay low,” he whispered, flicking on a tiny red penlight. Its beam barely illuminated the cramped brick corridor stretching ahead. Pipes rattled overhead.Elena crouched behind him, heart pounding. “Where does this go?”“Old bootleg tunnels under the industrial quarter,” he said. “They’ve been sealed for decades, but my contact uses them. If we’re lucky, we can reach his workshop before they figure out the map.”“Workshop?” she whispered. “What kind of contact do you have?”“The kind who doesn’t ask questions,” Adrian muttered.They moved quickly, stooped low to avoid dangling pipes. The air grew colder and smelled faintly of oil. Above, muted thumps echoed — the men searching, dragging furniture, barking orders.Elena clutched the hoodie tighter around hersel

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THE VAN

The van’s sliding door slammed shut with a metallic thud, plunging Elena into near-darkness. The smell of damp canvas and gasoline filled her nose. She was thrown sideways onto a padded bench as the vehicle lurched into motion.Hands grabbed her wrists, snapping a plastic tie around them. Another pair of hands yanked her hood back.“Got her,” a voice muttered. Male, rough, clipped like a soldier’s.Elena twisted, heart hammering. Two men in black tactical jackets sat across from her, faces shadowed under caps. A third drove up front. No insignias, no names.“Let me go!” she demanded, voice trembling but loud. “I don’t have anything!”One of the men smirked. “You’ve got more than you think.” He pulled a small tablet from his pocket, swiping. “Decoy drive. Cute. You really think we’re stupid?”Her blood ran cold. “What decoy?” she asked weakly.“Don’t play dumb.” He held up a different flash drive — the real one.Her stomach dropped. “How—”“Your professor’s not as clever as he thinks,”

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ASHORE

The river hurled them downstream like rag dolls. The icy water clawed at Elena’s clothes, dragging her under before she fought to the surface again. Her teeth chattered, lungs burning. She kicked wildly, trying to keep up with Adrian’s powerful strokes.“Almost there!” he shouted over the rush of current. “Stay with me!”The shore blurred past — dark trees, flickering streetlamps far above. The current twisted, spinning her sideways. Her fingers grazed something solid — a low concrete pillar jutting from the water.Adrian caught her arm and hauled her against the pillar. “Here!” he gasped, voice raw. “There’s a landing ahead — old ferry dock!”She clung to the slick concrete, shivering violently. “I can’t—”“Yes, you can.” He locked his hands around her waist, kicking hard, propelling them both toward a shadowy arch beneath the riverbank. Water poured over them, but suddenly there was a gap — a break in the current — and Adrian pushed her up onto a crumbling wooden platform.She colla

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BAIT

Rain sheeted down over the shipping district, drumming on corrugated roofs and pooling in cracked asphalt. Adrian led Elena through a maze of containers, his grip steady on her wrist. They’d ditched the ferry tunnels two hours ago, cut across half the city on foot, and now crouched behind a stack of pallets outside a shuttered warehouse.“This is it?” she whispered.He nodded. “They’ll be watching. Damian’s phone has a tracker. We’ll use it.”She glanced at the battered phone in his pocket. “You’re luring them here.”“That’s the idea,” he said. “End it on our terms.”She hugged the jacket tighter around herself. “And what happens after we ‘end it’?”“Extraction,” he said simply. “If Calloway got the upload out, my people will move in. If not…” His jaw tightened. “We improvise.”She tried to steady her breathing. “You’re risking your life. Again.”He looked at her. “We’re risking it. Together.”Her heart twisted. “I’m not trained for this.”“You’ve survived this far,” he said. “That’s

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