All Chapters of My professor, my stalker: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Molly lets go of his hand. His eyes instantly drop to the loss of contact.“Or we’re not playing,” she says calmly. “And I’ll blame you for the rest of the month.”I look at her with open shock and respect. Wow.Charles sighs heavily, frustration visibly bubbling beneath his skin. “Fine.”Molly smiles faintly. He doesn’t even notice.His attention is fixed entirely on me.The fury in his eyes is almost unreal. Sharp. Violent. Possessive in the ugliest way imaginable. Like every problem in this family somehow starts with me.Then Tristan pulls me back against his chest, and the moment breaks.Charles’s gaze shifts toward his son instead, and suddenly I can breathe again. My lungs finally expand properly for the first time since arriving here.“Well,” Liam says with a wicked grin, “let’s play.”He grabs a golf club and hands it to Maddy first. Then Delilah, smirking when she rolls her eyes at him. Then his mother.Molly accepts hers gracefully. Charles watches her carefully, his express

“I’d say jealousy doesn’t suit you,” Tristan throws at him. “But it does. Keep it up.” He pulls me backwards and I hand the club to Molly, who looks at me with meaningful eyes. For the first time, she really looks at me. There’s something unsettling in the way she looks at me. Like she’s quietly rearranging pieces of a puzzle I didn’t know I was part of. I don’t know what she sees, but I feel it all the same, like a hand pressing lightly between my ribs. She accepts the club and her eyes filter to her eldest son for a second. His hand tightens on my waist ever so slightly. A minuscule change of tension. He quickly relaxes his hand, like he actually had no idea he did it. Like it's automatic. Like his mother triggered something in him. “Go on, my dear,” Charles says smoothly, stepping in before the moment can settle. His hand encircles Molly’s elbow with practiced ease. “I’ll guide you.” He leads her forward, and she allows it without protest. Behind her, he moves in close, g

“What do you think is going to happen, Liam?” I ask loudly, holding Tristan’s stare without blinking. He doesn’t break it either, like neither of us is willing to be the first to look away. “Yeah,” Delilah cuts in smoothly. “Something similar you might do?” Maddy shrugs, entirely unbothered. “Well, I can’t get pregnant from another man. What’s the worst that can happen?” Delilah snorts. I tilt my head slightly at Tristan. His eyes are dark. Not just in color, but in weight. In presence. It feels like they’re inside my thoughts rather than just on my face. There’s something coiled in him, restrained by nothing more than control and habit. I can tell he wants to shut this entire conversation down, erase the possibility of it before it even breathes. He’s close to snapping. “Tristan!” Liam barks loudly. I act before I can overthink it. I rise onto my toes and slide my hand around Tristan’s neck, pulling him down just enough to meet me. My lips press against his—bold, unmistakab

My arm is seized, and I’m spun around quickly.“Sometimes you’re not going to get healthy,” he says, voice low and unyielding. “Sometimes you’re going to get the toxic stalker who murders in cold blood. Sometimes you’re going to get the man who shows up in your bedroom at night just to fuck you. And sometimes… you don’t get a choice in the matter.”The toxic stalker who murders in cold blood?My eyes search his face, pulse hammering so hard it feels like it’s trying to escape my chest. “You’re scaring me.”He laughs—soft, sharp, almost amused. “No,” he says, certain. “I’m not. I don’t scare you. I know you. I’ve seen you. I’ve watched you night after night.”His gaze doesn’t waver.“You may think you’re scared,” he continues, stepping closer, closing the air between us. “But part of you… wants it. You crave it. The thrill. The danger.” His voice drops to something quieter, more intimate. “The passion.”A strand of my hair slips through his fingers as he tugs it lightly, just enough to

“I think Raven is the next one to marry.”I look up at Sam, who's sitting across from me with the most infuriatingly smug grin on his face. Around his neck hangs a brand-new necklace—the one his IT security guard gave him—and he wears it like it's the crown jewels.“I’m not going to marry,” I say, almost offended by the suggestion.“You’re the most likely to get married,” he fires back without missing a beat.I point across the table at Delilah. “She’s been in the longest relationship. Well... if we pretend that breakup over the summer never happened.”“Your man is the oldest,” Sam says with a shrug. “Something tells me he’s desperate for marriage. ‘Most wanted bachelor,’ my ass. That man is husband material.”I arch an eyebrow. “Last week you were telling me to stay away from him. Something about Stockholm syndrome?”“And where did you spend your weekend?” Sam asks pointedly.I purse my lips.“Exactly.” He spreads his hands. “Looks like it doesn’t really matter what I say. So I figur