What Happened To The Professor'S Secret Wife?

I’m the Chief Counsel for Donatello Vexille, the Godfather of the Vexille family. I’m also his secret wife. At night, he’d pull me close, take me with a ragged violence, leaving his marks on me, a brutal claim I couldn’t refuse. But by day, I was just his lawyer. All he had for me were cold commands. We lived like that for three years. I decided I was done. But he couldn’t know. When I handed him the divorce papers, disguised as a bill of lading, and he signed his name, a breath I didn’t know I was holding finally escaped me. I chased him for seven years and was married to him for three. Whatever was left of my heart finally flatlined. I knew I could never have his. Because it already belonged to someone else: Angelina, his underboss’s sister. He remembered her favorite restaurant. He got blind drunk with joy when she filed for divorce. He even posted his personal guards outside her door. Those were honors I never had. So I tricked him into signing the papers, packed my things, and vanished. What I didn't expect was what he did after I left. He put a king's ransom on my location, and even announced to the whole world that I was his wife.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?"Professor Derrick's thumb circles her most sensitive spot as his other hand silences her moans. Eliana has never felt pleasure this intense, this forbidden.After a messy breakup, 20-year-old Eliana promised herself no more men just focus on her literature studies. But her gorgeous, older professor has other plans.What starts as extra tutoring sessions quickly becomes stolen moments in his office. Secret touches. Heated glances. Until one night, all her walls come crashing down.Now she's addicted to his touch, even though dating him could destroy everything her scholarship, her future, her heart. But when her jealous ex returns and a vengeful classmate threatens to expose their affair, Eliana must decide:Is the best sex of her life worth risking it all for the one man she's not supposed to have?

Within 30 days, Niccolò Romano and I registered for divorce 18 times. The first time, Niccolò's adopted sister stole my research results, but he hired a lawyer to fight for her. Afterwards, he held me and coaxed, "If something happens to Lia, no one will dare to hire her in the future. I'm just helping her." The second time, while my plane was in distress, he was traveling around the world with Lia. His tone was helpless: "Lia has depended on me since she was little. I only look after her like a younger sister." The last time, Lia was pregnant with a child no one would claim, and he took responsibility for it. Faced with my accusation, he just sighed, a bit tired: "Lia's career is just starting to take off. If someone blackmails her with the child, her life will be ruined." "You're a woman too. Can't you understand?" This time, I didn't cry or make a scene. Instead, I calmly signed my name on the divorce agreement that he had signed in a fit of pique some time ago. Then I called my professor: "I've thought it over. I'm willing to go with you to Iceland to do research."

His thumb pressed against my lower lip and I forgot every reason this was wrong. "You keep looking at me like that in my classroom, Miss Alexander." His voice was low, meant only for me, and it made me ache, I was soaked, embarrassingly so. His other hand was flat against the desk behind me, caging me in, and I could feel the heat of him from inches away. "Like what?" I whispered. "Like you want me to ruin you." His deep rasp caressed my skin like a candle flame. God help me. I did. "Professor O'Brien." My voice came out smaller than I wanted it to. "We really shouldn't—" Not here. Not when class was due in the next minute. Yet… "No." His eyes dropped to my mouth. "We really shouldn't." Neither of us moved. .... Moon Alexander was handed a marriage contract at nineteen by her uncle who raised and ruined her and was told to sign in his daughter's place, have a child for a stranger and get her freedom. Her husband is her art professor and he is the most dangerous man she has ever been in a room with. Their marriage was meant to be a secret, hidden, forgotten. But then everything changes when secrets, yearning and desire threaten to ruin their carefully constructed roles. It all starts with one kiss. One touch. And soon the Muse will become the Artist's damnation.

Belinda's adoptive family demanded that she marry as soon as possible because her half-sister and all her cousins ​​were already married, even though she was still in college. Furthermore, the main reason for this demand was that her adoptive family hated her and no longer wanted to care for her. On the first day of her fifth semester, Belinda caused trouble for the hot-tempered Brandon, which led to a rift between them on campus as professor and student. However, Brandon ultimately wanted to marry Belinda because his biological mother, who had been hidden for years in a remote hospital with access only to certain individuals, was in danger. Coincidentally, Belinda had volunteered to care for Brandon's mother. Recognizing that his own student, and the woman he hated most, was his mother's savior, Brandon decided to marry Belinda. Furthermore, his desire to marry Belinda was to avoid an arranged marriage he didn't want. Initially, Belinda didn't want to marry Brandon because of his excessive behavior, but now she was forced to do so to reap the benefits he offered her. However, Belinda didn't want their marriage to be widely publicized on campus or on social media. Both Belinda and Brandon were forced to stage a fake wedding. Their relationship has been filled with hatred since their first meeting, how did they fall in love? Who is the person who is after Brandon's mother's life?

Renata never imagined her entire academic future would collapse overnight. Her scholarship had been revoked, expulsion was looming over her, and her little sister, Alea, needed a fortune to survive a rare illness. Just when Renata thought she had nowhere left to turn, Dominic Sinclair appeared—a young professor known for being the coldest and most powerful figure on campus—offering a proposal she could not escape. “Become my secret girl. You don’t need to be smart. Just be beautiful, obedient, and available whenever I want you. Your grades and living expenses will be taken care of.” Renata knew it was madness. Immoral. Dangerous. But for Alea—for her sister’s life, for her own future—she walked into Dominic’s office at exactly three in the afternoon. Wearing a mini skirt. And the moment that door closed behind her, Renata’s life changed forever.