Professor Enzo And Lila Novels & Stories

He scoffed. "How is everything with your little Fiancee? Heard you two went on a date." Leo asked, a cocky smirk plastered on his handsome face. "I'm courting her," Enzo replied dryly. "That's so like you." Leo snickered, his light, amber-like eyes shining with mischief. "Be honest. What's the ACTUAL reason you want Lilliana Russo?" "I've already told you," Enzo replied, giving a cold side glance. The actual reason? Yeah, Enzo had his eyes on her for a while. The first time he had seen Lilliana Russo was at the church. Nonna attended church almost every Sunday, and she badgered him to join her.

They sat down, plates clinking as they dug in. Enzo took the seat across from Lila. He ate slow, under control. But his eyes kept finding her. When she cut her steak. When she laughed at Adrian’s story about some work mess-up. When she reached for her glass. Quick looks, but they added up. Elena noticed first. She bumped Adrian’s foot under the table. He glanced over, saw it too—Enzo paying way more attention than usual. "So, Lila," Enzo said, cutting through a lull. Voice calm. "Elena says you do design work. What kind?"

But the comfort shatters the moment I see the headline on the television screen, and my feet go cold. [SALVATORE'S MISTRESS REVEALED: IMOGEN DARCY, OXFORD SECOND-YEAR STUDENT] Tears roll down my cheeks, a silent, hot stream of disbelief and humiliation. The reporter on a panel reads out the report, her voice shrill and judgmental. “Isn’t this a shame? I mean, what is the next generation turning into? This girl, I hear, is barely twenty years old, and she's sleeping with her professor?”

Everyone filed into the lecture hall, the room buzzing with endless whispers. Amir, with his signature confident and bold flair, took deliberate, unhurried steps and slid right into the seat right beside Hala! Turning to her with a devastatingly handsome smile, he whispered in a low voice: "Seems like the professor is exceptionally strict... or is he only like that with you?" Flustered, Hala tried to avert her eyes, rearranging her notebooks. "Dr. Yousef just despises chaos, Amir."

Lila. The dinner party was hardly the intimate affair I had imagined it would be. There were at least two hundred of Manhattan’s most elite social movers in attendance, and it made it hard for me not to be grateful for the dress Jake’s efficient PA had provided for me at the last minute. It was too short and too tight for my taste, but judging by the similarly bedecked Barbie dolls that were hanging on their date’s arms the look was par for the course. Jake gave the stunning, Reed slim hostess a kiss on both cheeks before putting his hand on my back and introducing me. “This is my fiancée, Lila Moreno. Lila , this is Caroline Vance. She is the chairperson of the Andrew House charity.”

I muttered, my heart hammering a frantic counter-rhythm to the sirens. On my screen, I saw Enzo’s silhouette—a ghost among ghosts. He wasn't a dot on the map; he was a ripple in the data. He was moving through the catwalks three stories above the kiln, his body a shadow against the soot-stained skylights. I saw him pause, a dark predator waiting for the perfect moment of imbalance.

“Speaking of nightmares… have you seen Lila this morning? She’s been glued to Professor Vale since breakfast started. Laughing at everything he says like he’s the funniest man alive. It’s so obvious.” My fork paused mid-air. I forced myself to take a bite, shrugging as casually as I could. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t care who he talks to. It’s none of my business.” Zara wasn’t buying it. She turned fully toward me with a mischievous grin. “Oh, this is gold. You’re jealous, full-on, green-eyed jealous. After all your ‘I’m over him’ talk yesterday. Lila’s got him smiling well, almost smiling and you look like you want to throw your coffee at her.”

“Here?” “You didn’t mind last night, in an auditorium filled with hundreds of people,” he reminded her, standing slowly. “I don’t remember you complaining at all.” That was … different.” “How?” Lilith's throat bobbed, her eyes darting around. She didn’t have anywhere to escape, though, and she knew it. “It was dark in the auditorium.” “Bullshit. All anyone had to do was look away from the stage to see exactly what was happening.” Enzo raked his eyes up and down her body. He wanted to rip her skirt and blouse off — they were way too ordinary for what he was certain was underneath.

He gripped it gently "It's about Jia... she's.." Enzo began but his words were swallowed by his mother's sharp voice. "And what happened to her?" Lilian's tone was cold, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "She's decided to pursue acting... and she already got a role" Enzo rushed out, the words tumbling out faster than he intended. Lilian's fork clattered to the table, the sharp sound enough to make nearby diners glance over. Her eyes flashed, narrowing with fury. “What do you mean? So she wants to become a cheap actress” she said

The screen flickered a few times before the static faded to reveal Enzo. He was sitting in the empty study of a manor. His back was to an enormous floor-to-ceiling window. Through it, I could see the distinctive scenery of Saracules' countryside. He was practically skin and bones. However, even though his eyes were sunken deep into his sockets, the gaze he fixed on the camera was oddly calm. "Isabella, by the time you watch this video, I've already gone to the afterlife to make amends to Marco."