Half-Million Dollar Bait： Campus Belle’s Hell - Chapter 11: Chapter 11
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My scream tore through the room, raw with fury.
Vincent Roscente—the polished, sophisticated professor from campus—was actually a drug lord. The realization hit me like a gut punch. No wonder he'd harassed female students without consequence. He wasn't just a predator in the classroom; he was a kingpin, his true nature hidden behind that charming facade.
"Ha! Call me whatever you want," Vincent sneered, his fingers brushing my cheek with revolting familiarity. "After tonight, you'll belong to me."
I jerked away, disgust twisting my stomach. My recoil only made him laugh harder, the sound dripping with arrogance.
"Miss Chen, I know Ethan Lowell is your boyfriend."
My blood ran cold. I'd mentioned Ethan at school as a warning—a feeble attempt to keep Vincent at bay. But that lie had backfired spectacularly. Now, it had painted a target on Ethan's back.
"What do you want?" My voice trembled, but my glare burned.
Vincent's smile was all teeth. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." He flicked a hand toward the housekeeper, who slipped out silently. "I know you're stubborn. If I force myself on you, you'll just throw yourself out a window. And corpses? Boring."
His gaze sharpened. "But your boyfriend? Now, he's useful. Refuse me, and I'll lock him in a cage and peel him apart, piece by piece."
"You're a monster," I spat.
If I had a knife, I'd carve the smirk off his face.
Vincent just sipped his wine, amused.
The door swung open. Two armed men shoved Ethan inside. His eyes locked onto Vincent—shock, then dawning horror. He recognized him too.
"Ethan," Vincent purred, raising his glass. "If I recall, Miss Chen is your girlfriend?"
Ethan's jaw clenched. "We broke up. She wanted a penthouse before graduation. My family's broke, so I came here to hustle. She's nothing to me now."
Vincent chuckled. "Even better. I'll take her off your hands."
Ethan's fists shook, but he stayed silent, fury burning in his stare.
I backed up until the table dug into my spine. "Touch me, and I'll slit my own throat."
"Death's the easy way out," Vincent mused. "But him?" He nodded at Ethan. "I'll make him beg for it. So here's the deal: you play nice, or I turn his life into a waking nightmare."
The ultimatum hung in the air like a guillotine blade.
Refuse, and Ethan suffered. Submit, and I'd wish for death.
Every second stretched into an eternity.
Then—clarity.
I'd rather die clean than let this bastard win.
Vincent Roscente—the polished, sophisticated professor from campus—was actually a drug lord. The realization hit me like a gut punch. No wonder he'd harassed female students without consequence. He wasn't just a predator in the classroom; he was a kingpin, his true nature hidden behind that charming facade.
"Ha! Call me whatever you want," Vincent sneered, his fingers brushing my cheek with revolting familiarity. "After tonight, you'll belong to me."
I jerked away, disgust twisting my stomach. My recoil only made him laugh harder, the sound dripping with arrogance.
"Miss Chen, I know Ethan Lowell is your boyfriend."
My blood ran cold. I'd mentioned Ethan at school as a warning—a feeble attempt to keep Vincent at bay. But that lie had backfired spectacularly. Now, it had painted a target on Ethan's back.
"What do you want?" My voice trembled, but my glare burned.
Vincent's smile was all teeth. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." He flicked a hand toward the housekeeper, who slipped out silently. "I know you're stubborn. If I force myself on you, you'll just throw yourself out a window. And corpses? Boring."
His gaze sharpened. "But your boyfriend? Now, he's useful. Refuse me, and I'll lock him in a cage and peel him apart, piece by piece."
"You're a monster," I spat.
If I had a knife, I'd carve the smirk off his face.
Vincent just sipped his wine, amused.
The door swung open. Two armed men shoved Ethan inside. His eyes locked onto Vincent—shock, then dawning horror. He recognized him too.
"Ethan," Vincent purred, raising his glass. "If I recall, Miss Chen is your girlfriend?"
Ethan's jaw clenched. "We broke up. She wanted a penthouse before graduation. My family's broke, so I came here to hustle. She's nothing to me now."
Vincent chuckled. "Even better. I'll take her off your hands."
Ethan's fists shook, but he stayed silent, fury burning in his stare.
I backed up until the table dug into my spine. "Touch me, and I'll slit my own throat."
"Death's the easy way out," Vincent mused. "But him?" He nodded at Ethan. "I'll make him beg for it. So here's the deal: you play nice, or I turn his life into a waking nightmare."
The ultimatum hung in the air like a guillotine blade.
Refuse, and Ethan suffered. Submit, and I'd wish for death.
Every second stretched into an eternity.
Then—clarity.
I'd rather die clean than let this bastard win.
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