Lahat ng Kabanata ng MY PROFESSOR IS ACTUALLY MY SECRET LOVER: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

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

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

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

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,”

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