All Chapters of Her Whispers, his ruin( Poisonous seduction): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

--- The drive back to my private hostel felt like forever. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. Andrena and Christiana sat quietly in the back, stealing glances at each other like they were scared to speak. I hated that look. It made me feel small. By the time I reached my room, the video of Professor Winsley throwing me out of the class was already trending on the university’s W******p groups and I*******m stories. Comments flooded in: “Queen Josephine finally met her match.” “Sweet Poison got poisoned today!” “Maradona’s daughter crying like a baby…” Each comment felt like a knife to my chest. I tossed my phone across the bed and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My makeup was smudged from crying, but my body still looked perfect. Full breasts straining against the white blouse, long legs that could make any man weak, and curves that had destroyed careers before. “No one humiliates Josephine Maradona and walks away free,” I whis

The next day***** I jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth fast, washed my face, and threw my clothes on without wasting time. It was obvious lecture was about to start. I love waking up when it was almost time. That way, when I walk into the school, every head would turn at the sound of my heels clicking on the ground. They all knew Josephine Maradona was coming and they will have to behave…. I stood in front of my mirror, I applied bold red lipstick on my lips, and kissed the mirror for good luck. “Today, that professor will regret what he did,” I whispered to myself before walking out. As soon as I stepped into the school compound, students from other departments started pointing at me. Some were whispering. Some were laughing. I just scoffed and raised my head higher. Let them talk. They’ve always anyway….. I’m their Queen… Andrena and Christiana came running to my direction and they hugged me tight. “I’m sorry for yesterday, Josephine,”

The moment I saw who it was, the smirk on my lips died instantly. It was the ever frowning English Professor…. Miss Elara…. Miss Elara stood in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock before narrowing into pure venom. She was holding a stack of papers, dressed in a tight pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse. As usual the look on her face was Pure murder. “Winsley?” Her voice came out sharp, like glass breaking. “What the hell is going on here?” Professor Winsley’s body tensed he drove his hand into his hair frustrated….. “Elara,” he said, his voice low and rough.. “It’s not—” “Don’t you dare,” she snapped, stepping fully into the room and slamming the door behind her. Her gaze sliced to me, filled with so much hatred I actually took a step back. “Josephine Maradona. Of course it’s you. The campus whore who thinks she can spread her legs and destroy every man who breathes near her.” The words hit like a slap. My blood boiled instantly. I straightened my dress, pushing

I guess it’s time for English now…. I’m taking over Miss Elara yelled entering the class…. and I blinked in shock. I hardly attend Miss Elara’s lectures. She always treat me as if I didn’t exist, Yeah I love it….giving me full marks even when I never show up because she feared my dad. But this time around, she was acting like a witch as she taught. She walked into the lecture hall with her head held high, that tight pencil skirt hugging her hips and her heels clicking like she owned the damn place. The moment her eyes landed on me sitting in the front row, her lips curled into a cold, satisfied smile. She was no longer pretending I was invisible. Today, she saw me. And she looked ready to devour me. “Good morning, class,” she said, her voice sharp and sweet at the same time. “Today we’ll be continuing our discussion on power dynamics in literature — how those in positions of authority can be manipulated… or destroyed by those who appear weaker.” Her gaze locked directl

It was Wednesday, and as usual, the whole school was buzzing with the weekly showdown between my team and the Flower Boys — those arrogant pretty boys from the business department who thought they could beat us at tennis every single time. They never could. I always made sure of that. I walked into the tennis court like I owned the entire campus, my short white tennis skirt barely covering my ass, paired with a tight crop top that showed off my flat stomach and pushed my full breasts up perfectly. My long dark hair was tied in a high ponytail that swung with every step, and my red lipstick was sharp enough to cut glass. Every guy on the court stopped mid-serve to stare. Girls whispered and glared with envy. Phones came out instantly, recording my entrance. “Sweet Poison and Chaos!” Andrena and Christiana shouted from the sidelines, their voices echoing across the entire sports area. The chant spread like wildfire through the crowd. “Sweet Poison! Chaos! Sweet Poison! Chaos!