Novel & Cerita Lila Rose Author

Professor's Pet Chapter 1: The Punishment The lecture hall had emptied hours ago, leaving only the faint echo of departing students and the low hum of the air conditioning. Lila sat alone in the front row, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. At twenty-one, she was a straight-A student, meticulous and careful—until tonight. The plagiarism accusation had come out of nowhere, a cruel twist that threatened everything she had worked for.

POV: Lila (primary), Kehra (wind-borne presence), Maximus (beneath her pause), Elora (steadied softness), Thread (unspeaking, never absent) Lila I didn’t expect the thread to bloom. But this morning wrapped into the seam of my sleeve where I thought it had frayed one end unfurled. Not like a symbol. Like a petal waking up. It wasn’t brighter. It just moved. And in that movement, I realized:

|| Author Pov || Rosalie returned from the garden with a single rose clutched gently in her hand. She was finally leaving today. And she wanted to take just a small piece of the place she had cherished as a last memory. When she stepped inside the mansion, Lilia approached quietly. “I heard you’re leaving?” Lilia asked in a gentle voice but it tinged with sadness. Rosa paused, letting the question hang in the air before nodding once. “You won’t be ever coming back?” Lilia’s voice wavered and eyes gleamed with sadness.

A looked crossed his eyes,but it went away as quickly as it came, and soon he was looking at me amused again. "Of course, I didn't anticipate finding raunchy books in a sweet girl's bag, you're definitely right. Noted, I'm never doing that again." I scowled and he smirked. "So Rosie?" He asked, I couldn't help it, I rolled my eyes at that, rubbing at my temples. "No, my name's Rosette, not Rosie. That's childish." "Okay, so Rose. Well that's a pretty name for a very pretty girl, as cliché as it sounds, it's the truth, you're a pretty little flower." And the blush that was barely receding was back again.

“Sure.” Taking a deep breath and marvelling in the fragrance of the rose and lavender, the sun providing a subtle warmth and bathing the flowers in its decadent light. For a brief moment, I can succumb to the serenity that forget that this was a ruthless competition, and Lazarus was the ultimate prize. “Do you have any ideas on what you are going to do?” I ask Lila, who was perusing the dandelions with a strange longing in her eyes. “Not really.” She admits, redirecting her attention onto me. “I’m not that skilled in making things, arts and crafts has never been my thing.”

With that, Victoria disappeared down the hall. Lila found herself standing alone with Rose. The woman turned to face her, her gaze sharp and appraising. After a moment of silence, Rose spoke. “You,” she said, pointing a slim finger at Lila. “You seem like the kind of woman my husband would sleep with.” Lila’s head snapped up, her eyes widening in disbelief. “What?” she managed to choke out. Rose let out a low chuckle. “Oh, don’t act so surprised. You’re a maid. Is this the first household you’ve worked in?”

Lila placed a glass of water before her. “Rose, you can’t just sit here. We have to fight back,” Lila pleaded, her voice trembling. Rosemary stared blankly at the remnants of fabric and sketches left after the fire. “I’m tired, Lila… it feels like the universe will never let me rise again.” Lila gripped her hand tightly. “Don’t say that. You’ve come too far to give up now. This is exactly what they want—don’t let them win.” Tears welled at the corners of Rosemary’s eyes. “But what if Adrian believes it too? What if… the whole world really wants me gone?”

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

The cursor blinked in the middle of a paragraph. Adrian told himself he would only glance at the first few lines. Then he read the opening scene. Then the next page. Then the one after that. The story followed a young woman named Lila who danced at night and sat in the front row of a literature class during the day. Her professor was named Damon. The campus was the same. The club was the same. The threats, the photographs, the way Damon looked at Lila like she was both his ruin and his only safe place—everything was the same. Adrian kept scrolling, heart beating harder with every familiar detail.

Ten years ago, I brought my distant cousin Sofia to New York after finding her cornered by her stepfather's creditors in an old Sicilian port. I taught her English, etiquette, and the laws of our world. I even introduced her to my fiancé, Alessandro Moretti. On the eve of our wedding, I found a secure family thread on my brother's computer—a thread that excluded me. My mother had written, "Sofia is pregnant. Are you really going through with tomorrow's wedding?" Alessandro replied, "The legal marriage is hers. The ceremony and the Moretti name will be Isabella's." That was when I learned they’d already gotten legally married. Our wedding was meant to seal a truce between two Mafia families a