All Chapters of MY PROFESSOR IS ACTUALLY MY SECRET LOVER: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

The feed was still live — picture locked, audio muted — her image carried outward like a lit fuse the board could no longer stamp out. But inside the room, the silence had changed temperature. It was no longer suppression. It was recognition.Not victory — not yet — but the moment the ground cracked under the old order.Lang didn’t speak. She didn’t retreat either. She stood calculating paths that no longer existed. The board’s strategy had depended on secrecy, containment, and plausible deniability — all three collapsed the instant Elena refused to vanish.Adrian shifted slightly to stand directly beside her — not shielding, but staking position. A visual declaration: this is no longer a single witness — this is two sides of one truth. He wasn’t a scandal; he was testimony.The first shock of her broadcast had been explosive.The second shock — the one settling in now — was structural.A system that thrived on quiet violence now found itself forced to operate under open witness.Rona

The knock at the hatch wasn’t forceful — and that made it worse. Force would have been intimidation. This was confidence. The confidence of people who believed the machinery was still theirs to operate.Ronan didn’t need a monitor to identify the approach — he could read it in the cadence: legal containment, not tactical extraction. When they came quietly, they believed you were already boxed.Elena didn’t step back from the camera. She didn’t angle herself defensively. She remained visible — exactly what they didn’t know how to fight.The hatch unlocked with a gentle hiss.Three people entered.Not security. Not PR.Counsel.Dark suits, controlled breathing, postures tuned not for argument but dominion — the posture of people who walk into rooms pre-convinced they are the highest authority present.The woman in front moved like she led them not by designation, but precision. Corporate legal, not university counsel. High-level containment. She scanned the room, made a note of Ronan, a

The moment the feed returned to live audio, the energy across the network didn’t just sharpen — it collected. Millions were listening not for spectacle anymore, but for revelation.Elena stood in full view of the camera, no tremor, no retreat. A woman who had already walked past the point where fear could buy her silence.“Before they can bury the next piece of evidence,” she said, “I’m going to show you how the disappearance machinery works — not the end of it, the beginning. The doorway. The funnel.”She didn’t say it angrily.She said it like a surgeon naming anatomy.“Most people think vanishing happens at the moment a case is sealed. It doesn’t. It starts long before that. It starts the first moment a woman reports harm or misconduct inside a structure that benefits from her silence. That moment triggers a process disguised as assistance.”Ronan was already watching the secondary screens — journalists clipping the feed, law scholars going frame-by-frame, commentators suddenly afr

The hatch opened as if the building itself had taken a breath.No security escort, no overt menace—just one woman in a cream jacket, holding her ID badge between two careful fingers. The cameras caught her at once. Every movement looked rehearsed, calibrated for sympathy.Ronan’s data feed identified her in seconds. “Kara Ellison,” he murmured. “Former psychology major. Vanished two years ago. Now re-employed by the university as outreach consultant.”Adrian’s jaw locked. “They’re not sending a lawyer this time. They’re sending an example.”Kara’s heels clicked softly across the concrete floor. “I’m here of my own accord,” she said, as though reading from a card. “I heard the broadcast. I need to speak with you, Elena.”Elena didn’t step back. The light behind the lens painted her in hard white. “Then speak.”Kara turned slightly toward the camera, her tone pitched for an unseen audience. “The Wellness Office helped me when I was lost. They listened. They gave me peace. I just want pe

There wasn't a sound from the alarm. It was a physical force, a loud wave of metal that hit the walls and shook Elena's shoes. The live feed stopped with a last, static gasp, and the archival room was filled with the frantic, bloody pulse of the emergency strobes. Red. Black. Red. Black. Adrian's face looked like a carved mask of determination in the jagged light. Ronan was moving all over the place, slamming consoles shut and pulling drives out of their ports.Ronan yelled over the noise, "They cut the main uplink!" His voice was strained. "We can't see." They're putting a lot of pressure on them."They're not just locking us down," Adrian said, his voice a low, urgent thrum that cut through the siren's wail. He had his gun out, but it wasn't aimed; it was ready to go. "They're cleaning up." That alarm means that there is a breach in the sector. "They know we know."Elena's heart pounded against her ribs like a wild bird trying to get out of a cage. People all over the world had just