Professor's Forbidden Punishment - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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I should've gone to anyone—anyone—but Vincent Lowell. Now I was paying the price.
His fingers dug into my jaw like steel clamps as he spat the words in my face. "My brother was one of your little playthings. You led him on, then tossed him aside like trash. He crashed his car racing to beg you for another chance. Now he's rotting in a hospital bed while you prance around campus like nothing happened. Why do you get to live your life when my brother's barely breathing?"
His fury erupted before I could even process his words. Fists rained down on me, each blow punctuated by his ragged shouts.
"You destroyed him! You're going to spend the rest of your miserable life making up for what you did! Look at you—flirting, laughing, moving on like the heartless slut you are!"
"I didn't know! I swear, I didn't—please!" I crumpled to the floor, arms shielding my head as his kicks landed.
The truth was, I'd cycled through so many guys I couldn't keep their names straight. Without Vincent's outburst, his brother would've stayed forgotten in the graveyard of my exes.
Just as black spots blurred my vision, the door burst open. Police swarmed in—with Ryan Evans trailing behind.
Vincent thrashed against the officers' grip, his glare slicing toward Ryan. But Ryan couldn't look at him. Couldn't look at me. Not until the cuffs clicked around Vincent's wrists did he finally confess.
Vincent had been plotting this for months. Ryan was just his puppet—blackmailed into cooperating with threats of failing Martial Arts, a death sentence for a scholarship student. The Equipment Room setup? The leaked photos? All Vincent's handiwork.
But the school wasn't blind. When they caught wind of a professor blackmailing students, Vincent's career imploded. Ryan, panicking when I vanished, had called the cops, fearing Vincent would snap.
The officers' verdict was clear: my dating history might make me a terrible person, but it wasn't illegal. Vincent's revenge, however, crossed every line.
Later, Ryan begged to fix things—to pin the whole mess on Vincent and salvage my reputation.
I said no.
Even if Ryan cleared my name, the truth about Daniel would still leak. And no amount of damage control would scrub "heartbreaker" off my skin.
His fingers dug into my jaw like steel clamps as he spat the words in my face. "My brother was one of your little playthings. You led him on, then tossed him aside like trash. He crashed his car racing to beg you for another chance. Now he's rotting in a hospital bed while you prance around campus like nothing happened. Why do you get to live your life when my brother's barely breathing?"
His fury erupted before I could even process his words. Fists rained down on me, each blow punctuated by his ragged shouts.
"You destroyed him! You're going to spend the rest of your miserable life making up for what you did! Look at you—flirting, laughing, moving on like the heartless slut you are!"
"I didn't know! I swear, I didn't—please!" I crumpled to the floor, arms shielding my head as his kicks landed.
The truth was, I'd cycled through so many guys I couldn't keep their names straight. Without Vincent's outburst, his brother would've stayed forgotten in the graveyard of my exes.
Just as black spots blurred my vision, the door burst open. Police swarmed in—with Ryan Evans trailing behind.
Vincent thrashed against the officers' grip, his glare slicing toward Ryan. But Ryan couldn't look at him. Couldn't look at me. Not until the cuffs clicked around Vincent's wrists did he finally confess.
Vincent had been plotting this for months. Ryan was just his puppet—blackmailed into cooperating with threats of failing Martial Arts, a death sentence for a scholarship student. The Equipment Room setup? The leaked photos? All Vincent's handiwork.
But the school wasn't blind. When they caught wind of a professor blackmailing students, Vincent's career imploded. Ryan, panicking when I vanished, had called the cops, fearing Vincent would snap.
The officers' verdict was clear: my dating history might make me a terrible person, but it wasn't illegal. Vincent's revenge, however, crossed every line.
Later, Ryan begged to fix things—to pin the whole mess on Vincent and salvage my reputation.
I said no.
Even if Ryan cleared my name, the truth about Daniel would still leak. And no amount of damage control would scrub "heartbreaker" off my skin.
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