All Chapters of PREGNANT FOR MY BOYFRIEND'S UNCLE,MY HOT PROFESSOR: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 50Daniella’s PovThe tiny grey wool shoes sit on our new kitchen counter like a quiet promise, and looking at them makes my chest tight in a way that feels like crying and laughing at the same time.I remember the first day I met Kent. He stood tall, cold, and strict in the lecture hall, looking like a man made of glass and rules who would never let anyone get close. Now, holding a box of flat-packed crib parts in our new place, that cold professor is gone. He traded a billion-dollar legacy for a rolling cart with a cheap red toaster and tiny grey baby socks."We put the crib by the window," Kent says, pointing a screwdriver like he is planning a military base. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, and his dark hair is messy from sweat."No way," I laugh, walking over and poking his chest. "Baby needs fresh air and light, not a drafty glass pane. Put it against the solid wall."Kent frowns, pretending to be mad, then rolls his eyes and moves the flat box. "Fine. Solid wall

Chapter Fifty Two Kent’s Pov I sat there watching Freya stand up like she owned the whole room. My heart slammed hard against my ribs. Daniella’s face went white next to me. I knew whatever came next would hit us both. Freya’s voice cut through the silence. “I have proof that changes everything.” The committee head leaned forward. “Speak.” Freya pulled a phone from her bag. She held it up so everyone could see the screen. “These are messages. Screenshots. Dates. Times. All of it.” I felt the blood drain from my face. I remembered those nights. The ones before I knew she was my student. The ones after I found out she was pregnant. Freya started reading out loud. “Kent, I need you tonight.” “Come to my place. Don’t tell anyone.” “I can’t stop thinking about what we did.” Each line hit like a punch. Daniella’s hands shook under the table. I wanted to reach for her but I stayed still. One wrong move and this got worse. The committee members traded looks. One of them, a woman w

Chapter Fifty FourKent’s PovWalking out of that hearing room felt like winning a battle while losing a limb.My teeth grind together so hard my jaw aches. Recused. Banned from grading, banned from walking past row four where she usually sits, treated like a toxic hazard in my own lecture hall. The university thinks a paper wall keeps us apart. They don't understand that Daniella lives in my blood now.We drive back to our hidden bunker apartment in silence, not because we are mad at each other, but because the weight of the day presses down like lead.Once we step inside the cool, quiet hallway, I pull her close against my chest, breathing in her scent."I hate it," I murmur into her dark hair, my arms wrapped tight around her waist. "I hate not being able to watch you take notes. I hate not walking you to the building."Daniella pulls back just enough to look up, her dark eyes steady and soft. Her hand comes up to press flat against my chest, right over my heart. "Respect the rule,

Chapter Fifty SixKent’s PovMy phone buzzes loudly flashing missed calls from board members, texts from angry family cousins, and breaking news alerts from financial blogs screaming my name.“Vance drops legacy. Claims scholarship student.”I ignore every single ping.We slip away from the glaring lights of the main ballroom, finding a quiet, shadow-draped terrace overlooking the winter-dark city skyline. Daniella stands by the glass railing, her dark emerald dress catching the faint glow of the string lights from inside. She turns to me, her big dark eyes wide and conflicted."Kent," she whispers, rubbing her arms. "That wasn't just a statement. That was a bomb. Did you say yes just because the reporter cornered you under the lights?"I step close enough to trap her against the cool glass, resting my hands on the frame beside her shoulders. I look straight into her face, letting her see the heavy truth behind my eyes."I don't do impulsive things, Daniella," I say, my voice low and

Chapter Fifty EightKent’s PovThe velvet lid opens, and instead of a diamond ring sitting on the cream satin, a delicate silver chain catches the candlelight, holding a small, smooth circle of white jade.Daniella freezes, her hand hovering above the box. Her eyes shift from the pendant up to my face, confusion flickering in her dark gaze."Not yet," I say, my voice steady and low in the quiet night air of the rooftop terrace.I lift the silver chain from the velvet slot, sliding it around her wrist instead of her finger. The cool metal settles against her warm pulse point, light and permanent."Why a bracelet?" Daniella whispers, her thumb tracing the smooth jade circle."Because a ring right now feels like a trap under a spotlight," I tell her honestly, meeting her eyes. "Between the pregnancy, the family war, the reporters screaming outside Freya's name, and the university audits... the pressure is loud. I want to marry you, Daniella. More than anything. But I am not putting a rin