All Chapters of MatedToMyProfessorAndMyFamousAll-StarStepbrothersAtBriarWood: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Brielle’s POV The shock of it hit me like a physical blow. I was so caught off guard that I accidentally sneezed, the sound echoing through the quiet room. Four pairs of eyes snapped toward my pillar. My heart stopped. I was caught. I raced out of the classroom even before they could reach out to me. I ran past Professor Lucian, who was surprised to see me running that fast, and quickly, I was out of the school premises. Well, I had, in one way or another, found a means to leave the school compound. I wasn’t down for any more surprises or bullying today. Quickly, I dialed Camelia’s number, and the surprise in her voice made me realise she was already waiting for me to call. “Your mom showed up at school today?” was the first thing she asked before going quiet. “And how did you find out?” I asked quickly, equally surprised, pulling my bag off beside me, sitting in the car park waiting for a taxi. It was still noon, so getting a taxi was a bit tough, considering that it wasn’t

Brielle’s POV“Hey, are you okay?” Camelia quickly held on to me, helping me balance myself while placing her hand on my forehead. If Professor Lucian owns a place as prestigious as this, why on earth was he teaching at Briarwood? “Yes,” I nodded, quickly handing the heels back to the salesgirl and shaking my head in disapproval. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept this.” “Please, ma’am. We might lose our jobs if you refuse to take it,” she pleaded, her eyes shining as if she were almost moved to tears. Beside me, Camelia was frantically signaling for me to just take the damn shoes. “I think he likes you,” Camelia whispered into my ear, her voice buzzing with excitement. “Didn’t he already give you that new uniform?” That was when the memory hit me—the way he had looked at me, calling me his mate only a couple of hours ago. The word felt heavy, dangerous. “But still, Camelia, I cannot accept this,” I insisted. “Let’s just go.” I refused to listen to the worker or Camelia’s prote

Brielle’s POVThe journey to my new home was a grueling one. I tried reaching out to Camelia, but it seemed she was finally swept up in her own shift; my WhatsApp messages sat with only a single grey tick, mocking my sudden isolation.I heaved a sigh, watching the snowflakes drift lazily past the tinted window. Christmas was approaching, and the world outside was beginning to settle into a cool, crystalline chill. Soon, the car’s heater began to hum, lulling me into a deep, dreamless state.I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until a gloved hand tapped my shoulder. I woke with a tired yawn, stretching my aching limbs as the driver pulled into a final stop.“Miss, we are here now.”One of the guards who had ushered me into the car stepped back, and as the door swung open, my breath hitched. I stood there, paralyzed. Not even in my wildest, most fevered imagination could I have pictured my mother ending up with something this monumental.The house wasn't just a home; it was a glass-and

Brielle’s POVI heaved a sigh as the maid’s footsteps faded, finally turning the key in the lock.Pushing the door open, I struggled with my heavy suitcases, keeping my head down. I didn't want to be impressed. I was used to the cramped, modest life Camelia and I shared, and I had already decided that no matter how fancy this place was, it wouldn't feel like home.But as I finally stepped inside and looked up, the air left my lungs. My jaw dropped in spite of myself.“Wow,” I whispered, the word escaping before I could catch it.The room was a magnificent explosion of blush, cream, and rose gold—a literal Barbie world brought to life with a sophisticated, modern edge.In the center sat a sprawling king-sized bed with a headboard of tufted pink velvet that reached toward the ceiling. It was piled high with silk pillows and a faux-fur throw that looked soft enough to sink into and never return.Dangling directly above the bed was a chandelier that looked like it belonged in a fairy tale

Brielle’s POV“Whoa!” Jace broke the tension, clapping his hands before finally bursting into a laughter that echoed through the massive room. “Seriously, Brielle? Did you just call Uncle Lucian by his first name?”“I… I’m…”“No one has ever done that. Wow! And he’s not even angry?” Jace laughed hard again, easing the atmosphere, though I felt anything but relaxed. I dropped back into my seat, tearing my gaze away from Lucian. My eyes settled on my mom; her hand was gripping her cutlery so tightly I thought the silver might bend. Her face was a mask of simmering jealousy mixed with pure anger.“Lucian, c’mon, have your seat. Join us. We just started dinner. Right, boys?” Mr. Blake smiled, beckoning Lucian over.Then came the worst part—the only vacant seat left was directly beside me. I watched him approach slowly, and with every step he took, I could feel my heart racing faster and faster.My palms became instantly sweaty. I felt so hot I didn't even realize I had reached for my wat