All Chapters of Teach me, Mr Blackwood: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

_Aurora’s POV_“Damien.” I called out his name, keeping my eyes closed as nu tried to control nyself.I could hear my heart racing in my chest and it took me everything to not throw myself at him.“What’s rhe matter, Aurora?” His voice sent ripples down my spine, straight to my pussy. This isnt supposed to be happening. I thought to myself, but yet I made no efforts to push away.“Your fiancé might walk in.” I said. My eyes opening slowly and I turned my head to look at Damien.He had no right to do this to me. He has no right to have a fiancé and then act like nothing happened. “Let her.” He breathed, his grey eyes locked on mine. This man was going to be the end of me. And God forbid i let that happen.I tore my gaze away from him, keeping my eyes fixed stubbornly on the elevator numbers above the door, even though my entire body was painfully aware of him standing beside me.He was way too close. “You’re engaged,” I reminded him quietly, hoping my voice sounded steadier than I

Aurora’s POVWhen I got to my apartment building, I saw a face I genuinely never expected to see again.At first, I thought I was imagining things.The girl standing near the entrance kept pacing nervously, one foot tapping rapidly against the pavement while she looked around like she was waiting for someone.Her hair was messy. Her clothes looked wrinkled. And even from a distance, I could tell something was wrong.But why was she standing in front of MY building. Maybe she wasn’t here for me.Maybe she knew someone else in the building.But then she looked up.And the second her eyes landed on me, relief flooded her face so quickly it almost startled me.“Aurora…” she breathed.Before I could react, she started hurrying toward me.My steps slowed automatically as recognition hit me fully.Ayla.The girl from the auction.The same girl whose terrified face had haunted me for weeks after everything happened.The same girl Damien’s men had rescued.Except she looked completely differe

Aurora’s POVThe second I opened the door, regret hit me immediately.Cole stood outside my apartment looking exactly the same as always.Perfect hair. Expensive jacket. That same easy smile that used to make people trust him instantly.Except now, looking at him after everything that happened, all I could think was that he looked fake.Completely fake.And judging by the way irritation immediately crawled up my spine, my body agreed.“Aurora!” his face lit up dramatically like we were long-lost best friends reuniting after years apart instead of two people who hadn’t properly spoken in months. “Finally.”Behind me, I heard Ayla shifting slightly on the couch, probably trying to figure out who the hell was at my door.Before I could even respond, another voice blasted loudly through Cole’s phone speaker.“Oh my God, is that her? Aurora? Hi babe!”Dami.Of course. They both of them had to be in the same thing. I almost shut the door immediately.Instead, I leaned against the frame and

_Aurora’s POV_ The room was filled with silence as I slammed the door shut. For a few seconds I just stood there with my hand still resting on the doorknob, staring at nothing in particular, waiting for my body to catch up with what had just happened.My chest rose and fell unevenly, different thoughts running through my mind as my fingers were still tight around the metal handle.Outside, I could faintly hear footsteps retreating down the hallway. Cole saying something under his breath. Dami still talking like she had the right to be heard.Then nothing.They were gone, just like before.Only this time, I was the one who ended it.That thought should have felt powerful but it didn’t.Instead, there was this strange emptiness sitting right behind my ribs, like something had been pulled out of me and left a hollow space behind.I stayed there for a moment longer before finally turning away from the door.The apartment felt too quiet now.Ayla was standing a few steps away from the co

_Aurora’s POV_I was filled with so much anger now, if I didn’t do anything about it, it was going to blow.“Aurora—” he started, but no. I wasn't done speaking. And I was going to give him everything I had on my mind. “You missed everything!” I screamed out. The tears came harder now.Every memory I spent years shoving down suddenly rushed back all at once.Dance recitals.Birthdays.School events.Every single time I looked around hoping he would show up.Every single disappointment afterward.“I invited you to everything,” I whispered brokenly. “And you never came.”My father’s jaw tightened harder.“I provided for you, you should be grateful.” He pointed out and the words hit me like another slap.Provided. Money.Always money. Never affection. Never attention.Never him.Is that what he thinks being a parent is? “I never asked you to bring me into this world. I never said I wanted to be in this world. YOU decided that you wanted a daughter. You fucked and you got your daughter