All Chapters of SEDUCING MY BIKER PROFESSOR : Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

Nirvana’s POVThe morning sun streamed brightly through the tall glass windows of the manor living room. It was Thursday, and the massive estate was finally quiet. Adrian had left early to handle the final cleanup of the docks, but he had explicitly ordered me to stay on the couch and rest. I sat comfortably among the plush cushions, a warm mug of herbal tea resting in my hands. My shoulder was still sore but I felt incredibly light. The constant anxiety that used to follow me everywhere was completely gone. I was finally safe.The sound of the front door opening echoed softly from the grand foyer. I expected to see Iris walking in to check the perimeter locks. Instead, soft footsteps moved across the polished hardwood floor, and Leo stepped into the living room.He was wearing a faded denim jacket and holding a small paper pastry bag from my favorite bakery near the campus. He looked exhausted, but a genuine smile broke across his face the second he saw me sitting on the couch."Iri

Nirvana’s POVThe afternoon slipped into the evening faster than I anticipated. I stood in the center of the expansive master suite, staring at my reflection in the massive floor-to-ceiling mirror. The fading sunlight outside the large windows had been replaced by the warm, ambient glow of the crystal chandelier overhead. I reached behind my back, my fingers grasping the delicate zipper of my dress. I pulled it smoothly upward until it locked securely into place between my shoulder blades, securing the gown to my body.The garment was an absolute vision of deep crimson silk. It hugged the curves of my waist flawlessly before cascading down to the floor in elegant, sweeping folds. The rich color contrasted sharply with my pale complexion, completely hiding the fading yellow bruise on my shoulder. I smoothed the delicate fabric down my hips, taking a slow, calming breath. The girl staring back at me in the glass did not look like a frightened college student dodging debt collectors.

Nirvana’s POVThe rapid-fire flashes of a dozen press cameras hit us like a wave. The blinding white light cut sharply through the freezing city air, turning the dark autumn night into stark, unapologetic day. I did not flinch, and I did not raise my free hand to shield my eyes from the onslaught. The chaotic shouting of the photographers and the frantic murmurs of the high-society crowd spiked into a deafening roar, but it all felt entirely distant to me. Adrian’s firm, warm grip on my fingers was my absolute anchor, pulling me steadily forward through the center of the storm.We walked straight up the center of the red carpet. The massive secret that had dictated my entire semester was officially dead, killed right there on the pavement under the flashing lights.The untouchable, terrifying Professor Cross was walking openly into a public event, and he was holding the hand of his youngest, most promising student. The taboo was completely shattered. I could hear the shocked gasps o