Obsessed ang Teacher ko Sa’kin

Chapter 9

Liyro's POV

I watched her from the balcony as the sun climbed higher, turning the Pacific into a sheet of hammered gold. She looked like a ghost among the white linens—pale, silent, and finally still. The fire in her eyes had been replaced by a hollow glaze, a sign that the "Ice Professor" had successfully frozen her defiance. But I knew Elara. I knew that if I left a single crack in her cage, she would try to fly. I didn't want a mistress; I wanted a permanent asset. I wanted her name linked to mine in a way that no Valerius, no law, and no God could undo.

"Wake up, Elara," I said, my voice echoing off the glass walls. "We have guests."

Naramdaman ko ang pag-upo niya sa tabi ko. The weight of his presence made me want to vanish into the mattress. Inangat niya ang mukha ko, his thumb tracing my bruised lip with a terrifying tenderness.

"Guests?" I managed to whisper, my throat raw from the night before. "Sino... sino ang pupunta dito?"

"A judge," Liyro replied, a cold smirk playing on his lips. "And two witnesses from my security detail. We are getting married, Elara. Today."

Nanlamig ang buong pagkatao ko. "Marriage? Liyro, hindi mo pwedeng gawin ito... This is a prison! Hindi ito kasal!"

"It is whatever I say it is," he hissed, his eyes turning into shards of obsidian. "By noon today, you will be Elara Santos-Ferrer. You will be my wife. My property. My legacy."

Elara's POV

The ceremony was a grotesque parody of a wedding.

I was forced into a white lace dress that felt like a shroud. My legs were so weak I had to be supported by two of Liyro's armed guards just to stand in front of the judge. The judge—a man with gray hair and eyes that looked everywhere except at my tear-stained face—had clearly been paid enough to ignore the fact that the bride could barely stand. The air was thick with the scent of tropical flowers, but all I could smell was the copper tang of my own fear. Nasa gitna kami ng veranda, overlooking the ocean. It was a beautiful view that felt like a mockery of my soul.

"Do you, Liyro Dave Ferrer, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?" the judge asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"I do," Liyro said, his voice firm, resonant, and triumphant. He looked at me as if he were signing the biggest merger of his life.

"And do you, Elara Santos, take this man..."

I looked at the judge. I wanted to scream for help. I wanted to tell him that I was being held captive, that the man beside me was a monster. Pero nakita ko ang tingin ni Liyro. He leaned in, his hand gripping my waist so tight I felt his rings bruising my skin.

"Think of Julián, Elara," he whispered in my ear. "One word, and I call my men in Manila. One 'no,' and he doesn't make it to his father's house."

The choice was gone. It had been gone the moment I stepped into his classroom.

"I... I do," I whispered, the words feeling like a death sentence on my tongue.

Liyro's POV

When I slid the ten-carat diamond ring onto her finger, I felt a rush of adrenaline more potent than any drug. She was mine. Legally. Physically. Eternally. The ink on the marriage certificate was still wet—a blue stain that matched the ink of my secret prose.

"You may kiss the bride," the judge said, his voice barely audible.

I didn't wait. I claimed her mouth in a kiss that was meant to be a brand. I felt her flinch, felt the way she went limp in my arms, but I didn't care. The audit was closed. The masterpiece was signed.

The "honeymoon" was just a continuation of the night before, but with the added weight of the gold band on my finger. Liyro was relentless. Now that I was his "wife," he felt even more entitled to every inch of my body and soul. He spent the night erasing the last of my resistance, his passion dark and demanding. I was a "bed warmer" with a title, a prisoner with a ring.

"Wife," he whispered against my skin, the word sounding like a curse. "My beautiful, broken wife."

I stayed silent, staring at the moonlight on the ceiling. I felt drained, not just of energy, but of life itself. I was an orphan who once dreamed of painting the world. Now, the only world I knew was this island, and the only color I saw was the cold, hard gray of Liyro's eyes.

Elara's POV

As the sun began to rise on our first day as "husband and wife," I looked at the ring on my finger. It was heavy. It was beautiful. And it was the strongest chain I had ever worn. I am Elara Ferrer now. And as Liyro slept beside me, his arm draped possessively over my bruised body, I realized that the "Ice Professor" hadn't just failed my paper.

He had rewritten my history, and I was the ink that he would never let dry.