All Chapters of Professor's Captive: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sun filtered through the blinds, casting thin golden lines across Belle’s apartment floor. She sat at the kitchen table, absently stirring her coffee, her mind racing. Today was the day. Her family was coming to visit. The idea of them all being under one roof with Noah made her stomach churn with nerves. Even though Luke had come around to the idea of her relationship with Noah after their last confrontation, Mikhail was still a different story.Noah had been supportive, as always, but even he seemed on edge today. The tension between him and her father was palpable, and Belle wasn’t sure how the afternoon would unfold. A sense of dread gnawed at her, but she tried to push it down, hoping for the best.Noah entered the kitchen, dressed in jeans and a casual button-up, his hair still slightly damp from his shower. He looked calm, but Belle could see the subtle tightness in his jaw, the way his hands flexed and unflexed as if trying to release some of th

The sun filtered through the tall windows of the lecture hall, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Belle sat in the back, her fingers tracing the edge of her notebook absentmindedly as she watched Noah pace across the front of the classroom. He was delivering his lecture on classic literature, his voice calm and measured, but all Belle could focus on was the tension in his shoulders, the subtle tightness in his movements that only she seemed to notice.No one in the room had any idea of the complicated, messy emotions swirling beneath the surface, and Belle liked it that way. They could sit here, surrounded by students, playing their roles, Professor Alabaster and his student and no one would suspect a thing. But the intensity between them simmered, barely contained, like an unspoken secret that threatened to spill out at any moment.As Noah’s voice echoed through the room, discussing themes of desire and betrayal in the novel they were studying, Belle&rsq

The drive back to the apartment felt longer than usual, the weight of her father’s revelations pressing down on Belle like a thick fog. Mikhail’s words echoed in her mind: There’s a lot of anger there, anger that he’s never dealt with. She couldn’t help but feel a sense of betrayal, not just because of what Noah had kept from her, but because her father had known all along and hadn’t told her. How could something so monumental be hidden from her for so long?When she arrived at the apartment, the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a soft orange glow over the city. Her fingers trembled as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar scent of Noah’s cologne and the sight of their shared life wrapped around her like a comforting blanket, but today it felt different. Tainted.Noah was sitting on the couch, his head resting in his hands, tension radiating from his body. He didn’t look up whe

The sun dipped low in the sky as Belle drove toward her father’s hotel, her heart pounding harder with each passing mile. The roads were familiar, but today they felt different, charged with an energy that made her feel like a stranger in her own life. She was about to confront Mikhail, the man who had raised her, guided her, and protected her. The man who had kept an unimaginable secret, one that had torn Noah’s family apart.Belle tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white. Everything had changed since the conversation with Noah. The image of her father, the foundation of her life, was fracturing, and Belle had no idea how deep the cracks ran.As she pulled into the long, winding driveway, her mind was racing, trying to anticipate how the confrontation would unfold, how her father would react. Would he deny it? Would he lie to her face? Or would he come clean, revealing more than she was ready to hear?The air felt heavy a

The air felt unnaturally still as Belle stood outside Noah’s apartment, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it, the moment she had been dreading but knew was inevitable. Her mind was racing with the weight of everything she had learned, and the questions that had haunted her since her father’s revelations refused to let her rest. Tonight, the truth would come out. One way or another, she would confront Noah, and whatever came next would shape their future, if they even had one.The late-night quiet of the street contrasted sharply with the turmoil inside her. Belle’s fingers trembled slightly as she fumbled with the keys, unlocking the door. She pushed it open, stepping into the apartment, where the air felt thick, charged with the tension she knew awaited her. The lights were dim, casting long shadows across the room, and there, sitting on the edge of the couch, was Noah.His expression was unreadable, but Belle could see the strain in his post