Todos os capítulos de My professor, my stalker: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Several pair of eyes glance at me. Tristan doesn't look up. He continues typing on his laptop like he's wholly uninterested in everything that's going on around us. I pack my things slowly, pretending to be surprised at his words. When the last student leaves, and the door closes behind her, I slowly walk over to Tristan's desk. Only when I'm standing a few feet away does he close his laptop. The soft click echoes in the quiet room. He leans back in his chair, studying me with an interested expression, like I'm some science project. “Baby,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into that familiar velvet tone reserved only for me. “You're not doing this assignment.”I stop where I am. The excitement I'd been carrying since class sinks straight into my stomach. “Why not?”“You're not interviewing a real offender.” He says it as though the matter has already been decided.A frown settles between my brows. “But I want to.”“It's not happening.”I stare at him, waiting for the explanation tha

She rises gracefully, her elegant posture never faltering. “We should go,” she says. “Charles will be here by now.”And Tristan. I finish my wine and place the expensive crystal glass on the golden table in front of me. When I stand, the alcohol makes the room tilt ever so slightly beneath my feet. I steady myself, accepting Delilah's offered arm with a smile. “I’m excited for some girls' time,” she whispers, leaning closer. “I can’t wait to dance with you again. A lot has changed since you started dating our teacher.”I laugh. Together, we descend the sweeping marble staircase, trying—and failing—to contain our giggles. Ahead of us, Maddy and Molly walk shoulder to shoulder, looking every bit like a pair of queens ruling over their kingdom. Meanwhile, Delilah and I trail after them like two mischievous schoolgirls who have somehow snuck into a royal gala.We turn left toward the gardens, and the crisp evening air brushes against my bare skin. A shiver races down my spine, though it

We tumble into the car in a mess of laughter, Delilah holding onto me like she’s afraid I might vanish if she lets go. I do the same to her. I need stability in this moment. The door shuts with a solid click behind us.Molly leans forward with a grin that already feels like trouble. “James,” she sings sweetly. “You know where to go.”James doesn’t even glance back. “Yes, ma’am.”The car glides forward smoothly, engine whisper-quiet as we leave the conservatory lights behind us. Outside, the night stretches cold and endless, the city slipping past in blurred streaks of gold and shadow. Maddy pops a bottle of champagne with a grin. The sound is sharp in the enclosed space. I watch her for a moment longer than I should. There’s something about her now that sits differently in my chest. Not just curiosity anymore—something heavier. Something softer. She’s been pulled through too much. Adoption. A life rewritten. A mother found and then lost again in a brutal way. A father who is both fam

“What happened?”Liam falls into step beside me the moment I re-enter the party. His brows pull together as he studies my face, searching for an answer before I even give him one.I shrug, reaching for a glass from a passing waiter. “He's dead.”Liam blinks. “Dead?” he repeats, disbelief creeping into his voice. “You killed him?”“Tom did,” I reply before taking a sip of vodka.“On his orders,” Tom says as he strolls up behind me. He slips one hand into his pocket, the other holding a fresh drink. “Besides, he had it coming. It would've happened sooner or later.”“You two are unbelievable,” Liam mutters, shaking his head. “You can't just kill everyone who becomes inconvenient. Do you know how hard it's going to be finding another manager?”I roll my eyes. “You don't know what you're talking about.”“No?”“If you were in our position, Max would've had enough time to murder half this family.” I glance sideways at him. “Then you'd probably get his wife pregnant while you're at it.”Nick

Liam drops behind the couch so fast he nearly trips over himself, disappearing from sight as if the furniture might somehow stop a bullet. I keep my gun trained on the spot where he vanished and stalk around the couch, every step measured, every breath steady. The weight of the pistol feels familiar in my hand. I'm determined to end this.If anyone thinks they can come in between me and my girl, they're fucking wrong. I would've had sex with another woman if I hadn't realised on time.“Stop!” Liam shrieks. “It was a fucking joke! Relax, man!”I round the couch.He's crouched on the floor with both hands covering his face, his shoulders trembling despite every attempt to hold himself together. For the first time in a long time, he actually looks afraid of me.“Well,” I say through gritted teeth, “I'm not joking.” I level the gun directly at his forehead. “About blowing your fucking brains out. What the fuck were you thinking?”“Guys.”It's Nick. I glance over my shoulder and immedia