Professor Enzo And Lila Novels & Stories

“You fucking carry my name now, Bella. You're Mrs Bella Enzo Barine. You no more belong to Marino's.”, Enzo roared. “I'm not a piece of land or some property that you own, Enzo. I'm a human and I breathe. I'm married to you, not sold.” Bella spoke with tears in her eyes as the grip on her arm was getting harder which might leave a bruise later.

And the realization hit her like a freight train: she had actually had a wild, passionate one-night stand with her own college professor! Suddenly, as Professor Adrian swept his sharp, cold gaze across the sloped rows of students, his ice-grey eyes briefly locked directly onto Elara. Snap. Elara flinched as if she had been physically struck. A violent shockwave of panic surged through her chest. All of her previous bravery, her sharp tongue, and her tough facade completely shattered into dust in less than a second. She dropped her head instantly, breaking eye contact. She couldn't even dare to look at his face, let alone meet his eyes.

My lips parted, but before I could form an answer, the professor’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “What do you want, Miss?” he groaned, his irritation unmasked. “Oooh, I’m sorry, sir,” Nina cooed, feigning innocence, though her smirk never faded. “It’s just that I saw my sister come in a while ago, and she’s taking too long to come out. I just wanted to know if she’s okay.” The professor lifted his gaze at last. His eyes darkened, cold and heavy as they fixed on Nina. The look made the air in the room heavier, and I saw her shift ever so slightly, as if that gaze pressed against her skin.

By the time the line thinned, my chest burned with humiliation. When I finally looked up, only two of us were left standing outside. Valeria. Of course. And me. The bus was already filled with students, every seat taken except one. “Well,” Valeria said brightly, flipping her hair over her shoulder, “guess I’ll have to ride with you, Professor Stephan.” Her tone dripped with fake innocence, her hand already brushing her skirt straight as though she was presenting herself. “It’s perfect, really,” she looked at Stephan and flashed a sweet smile that made me cringe. “I’ve been meaning to discuss something important with you, Professor.”

"Vane is texting me. My friends from the studio are texting me. Everyone is sending the same link." "It’s just a picture," Caspian said. "It’s not just a picture! It’s us," I said. I clicked the link. It was a website called Aethelgard Truth. The photo was blurry and taken from far away. It showed us at the head table. My head was tilted toward him, and his hand was clearly visible on my leg under the edge of the white cloth. The title in big, red letters said: PROFESSOR’S PET: IS THE ST. CLAIRE GIRL PAYING TUITION WITH MORE THAN JUST SKETCHES?

"Old Black died for you,yes.But you paid out ten million dollars in blood money!You gave him the highest-honored mafia funeral!You raised Lila until she was eighteen!That damn debt was settled a long time ago!" "But Lila,she—" "What does she need?Did she need you to betray Elena and destroy your marriage?"Morrison sneered."Wake the fuck up,Vincent.This'repaying a debt' of yours is nothing more than you getting played like a damn fiddle by a little brat!" I stumbled out of the council chambers,a loud buzzing ringing in my head. When I returned to the estate,the scene before me made me snap completely. Lila,dressed in some limited-edition haute couture,was directing a few enforcers to toss Ele

Serena recognized him immediately, He was Lucian’s second-in-command. Serena noticed that they were opposites. Lucian was cold precision, Enzo was effortless charm. His dark hair was slightly tousled, his sharp green eyes glinting with amusement as he took in the sight of her. He had a cigarette dangling between his fingers, his smirk widening as his gaze flicked between her and Lucian. “Well, well,” Enzo drawled, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. “The infamous princess finally makes her appearance.” Serena’s glare was immediate on him. “I wasn’t exactly given a choice.”

The faculty corridor was nearly empty that evening. Only a flickering neon light hummed above, casting long, trembling shadows across the tiled floor. Selly stood at the top of the stairs, her fingers gripping her bag strap so tightly that her knuckles turned white. She’d had a feeling since this morning. The way Professor Alex’s lips curled into that faint, secretive smile every time Renata’s name came up. The way Professor Dominic looked at Renata—like she was the only person in the world. Two respected professors, both older, circling around one student. Selly wasn’t stupid. She knew something was off.