The Music Professor

The Music Professor

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., nov. 19, 2025
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Fiction
Romance
He was never mine to want. He belonged to her-Isabella-gentle, kind, everything I wished a mother could be. They took me. They saved me. But no one warned me what it would feel like... To sit beside him at the piano, To feel the heat of his hand near mine, To hear my name in that velvet voice. Oscar. The music professor next door. My safe place. My forbidden fantasy. I tried to stop it-God, I tried. But how do you stop craving the one person who sees straight through your scars? How do you silence the beat of a heart that only wakes up when he walks into the room? I never meant to want him. I never meant to betray her. But some feelings don't ask for permission. My name is Donna. I've been broken, bruised, and rebuilt. And this... this is the truth I've tried to bury beneath every note we played.
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When I was a kid, there was one person I loved more than anyone or anything. He was my protector, my saviour, my everything...until one day he just left. He left me behind to suffer whilst he went off living his carefree life. He forgot all about me but I never forgot him. Now, after all this time, he thinks he can just swoop back in and insert himself into my life like nothing ever happened? And he expects me to thank him for it? Not happening. I'm not the same little girl he remembers, and from here on out, I intend to make his life hell, just like he did to mine... No matter how hard it is to resist all these new feelings I have towards him. Oh, and the best part about that? He's my step-uncle.

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