Semua Bab Her Whispers, his ruin( Poisonous seduction): Bab 51 - Bab 60

****Professor Winsley POV**As soon as I got to my lounge The lounge smelled of garlic, butter, and something sweet cake. Elara had the lights dimmed low, candles flickering on the table, and two plates of steak, roasted vegetables, and red wine already poured. She wore a soft black slip that clung to her body and nothing underneath.“I cooked for us,” she said, smiling as she took my bag. “Sit. You’ve been distant. Tonight we’re fixing that.”I was exhausted—my brain still tangled with Josephine’s soft confessions on the rooftop, the way she had looked at me like I was the only safe place left. Guilt sat heavy in my chest. I sat anyway. Elara handed me the wine glass first.“Drink. You need it.”I drank. The wine was good—deep, smooth. I finished half the glass before I noticed the slight bitter aftertaste. By the time I cut into the steak, a warm heaviness began spreading through my limbs. My thoughts slowed. The sharp edge of control I always kept around Elara started to blur.S

****Josephine POV**Suddenly The music playing cut mid-song. The main screens above the dance floor flickered to life. Every head in the grand hall turned toward the glowing displays. My heart slammed against my ribs. I gripped the edge of the table, ready for the video of Winsley and me—the one that would burn his career to the ground.Instead, a different recording began to play.The first frame showed me climbing onto Professor Winsley’s desk in his office, spreading my legs, pulling my skirt up, begging him in a clear, needy voice to look at how wet I was. The camera angle made it look like I was forcing the moment, climbing over him, refusing to leave when he told me to get out. His face was visible, but the edited audio emphasized only my demands and his reluctant growls.Gasps rippled through the hall.Before anyone could process it, a second video rolled immediately after. Older footage. Grainy but unmistakable. Me in a short uniform skirt, leaning over an older male profe

**Josephine POV** Professor Winsley didn’t ask questions on the drive. He simply helped me into his car, wrapped a jacket around my soaked, filthy body, and took me straight to his lounge. My legs barely held me. Trash still clung to my hair and the cut on my lip had reopened. He guided me inside like I might shatter. “Bathroom,” he said quietly, already turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature. “I’ll find clean clothes. Take as long as you need.” I stepped under the water fully dressed at first, then peeled the ruined black dress off and let it drop. The hot spray stung every bruise and scrape. I braced both hands against the tiled wall and cried—loud, broken sobs that echoed off the walls. Winsley stayed outside the door, close enough that I could hear him moving but far enough to give privacy. He had no idea. He had no idea I had planned to destroy him with that flash drive. He had no idea the video that played tonight was not the one I had given the DJ. While the

** **Josephine POV** I hadn’t left the lounge the entire day. The curtains stayed drawn. The television stayed off. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the newscaster’s mouth forming the word *expelled*, saw my father’s slap, saw the trash pouring over my head on the field. Hunger never came. The thought of food made my stomach twist. I sat on Winsley’s couch in the same oversized hoodie, knees pulled to my chest, staring at nothing while the hours crawled past. Andrena and Christiana arrived just after sunset carrying a black hoodie…. a pair of thick-rimmed eyeglasses, and a nose mask. They didn’t ask how I was. They already knew. “You’re eating,” Andrena said firmly, setting a steaming bowl of noodles on the coffee table. “Even if we have to sit on you.” Christiana crouched in front of me and gently wiped dried tears from my cheeks. “We know it hurts. But you can’t disappear completely. Not yet.” They forced the chopsticks into my hand. I managed three bites before fresh tears

Josephine POVMy bare feet slapped against the cold pavement outside the staff quarters. Tears blurred everything. Behind me I heard Winsley—Artemis—shouting my name, his footsteps pounding after me.“Josephine, wait!”I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The wing tattoo, the park, the wristband, the name Silver—everything spun inside my head until I felt sick. I pushed harder, my lungs burning, the oversized hoodie flapping around my thighs.A police van screeched to a halt directly in front of me, blue lights flashing across the dark campus road. My legs went completely weak. I stumbled and nearly fell.Elara came closer to me… phone still in her hand, voice soft and venomous.“That’s the defamer,” she whispered to the officers. “Take her away.”Two officers moved fast. Strong hands closed around my arms.“No—please—!” I screamed, tears streaming. “I didn’t—Winsley!”They pulled me toward the open back of the van. I thrashed, still screaming his name, until the doors slammed shut and the v