The Professor's Mistake, My Billionaire Secret

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After being slandered by my professor's wife as an academic seductress, I was cornered in my dorm by a mob of self-righteous students.

She's nothing but a high-end escort. She's a disgrace to this university! one girl screamed.

Instead of studying, you thought you could sell your body to get ahead? In your dreams, honey, another mocked.

They shouted insults while trashing my room, smashing everything in sight.

I calmly dialed my father's executive secretary.

"Tell my father to find the husbands of every person here today. I don't care if they're professors or deansDstrip them of their titles and put them on gate-watching duty."

"Also, call the police and my legal team. These people just destroyed over fifteen million dollars worth of antiques, luxury jewelry, and haute couture. I want them bankrupted."

I had just walked back into the dorm when I heard my roommates whispering.

"It couldn't really be her, could it?"

"What if she caught something nasty? I don't want her infecting the whole floor," one of them buzzed.

Their tone was dripping with malice. I walked over, curious.

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked.

Piper gave me a quick rundown of the drama.

Apparently, there was a girl at our university who decided to take the easy way out. She was acting as an academic trophy for some old guy on the faculty.

A video had been posted to the campus confession board. The guy's wife had already commented, vowing to come down today to catch the "home-wrecker."

"Lulu, what's your take on this?" Piper asked, eyeing me.

I just shook my head and walked back to my desk. "Let's wait for the facts. It might just be a misunderstanding."

The room went quiet again, but that's when we heard the commotion downstairs.

Piper ran to the balcony and turned pale.

"The girl everyone's looking for... she lives in this building!"

"No way! Are they actually coming for her?"

I looked out the window too. Leading the pack was a woman dressed in flashy, expensive-looking clothes.

She looked familiar. I squinted to get a better look.

"Wait, isn't that Mrs. Miller? Why is she here?"

Mrs. MillerDBeatriceDwas usually the quiet, introverted type.

Whenever I'd run into her at faculty events, she'd just give me a polite nod.

Now, she was a woman possessed. She pushed past the security guards and stormed into the dorm with a small army behind her.

My other roommate, the campus sweetheart Cassandra Beaumont, was nonchalantly painting her nails.

"That girl must have had a real thing with the professor to get all those perks," Cassandra remarked.

Suddenly, loud, heavy footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Beatrice's voice was deafening.

"That academic tramp! I treated her like my own daughter!"

"A teacher is supposed to be a mentor, a father figure! This is practically incestuous!"

The footsteps stopped right outside our door. My heart skipped a beat.

Was the girl they were looking for really on our floor?

I reached out to open the door to see what was happening, but before I could, Beatrice slammed it open.

Cassandra stood up abruptly.

Before I could even process what was happening, Beatrice shoved me hard. I hit the floor with a thud.

Behind her stood several large men, likely her relatives.

Down the hall, students were peeking out, holding up their phones to record the scene.

Beatrice pointed a finger at my face. "You're so young, and instead of studying, you're learning how to be a professional mistress? You think it's that easy?"

I heard the crowd gasp.

"It's her! She slept her way to the top of the class!"

"If her parents knew, they'd be too ashamed to ever show their faces in public again!"

A guy in the back shoved a phone in my face, recording every second.

Beatrice continued to scream, "Look at her, everyone! This is Lulu Sterling! She's the one who seduced her own professor!"

Cassandra, who usually couldn't stand me, suddenly stepped forward to help me up.

"Lulu, tell me you didn't do this just for the National Scholarship..."

She trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air for everyone to feast on.

Beatrice was triggered. She lunged forward and slapped me across the face.

"I'm going to the dean right now to make sure your scholarship is revoked!"

Then, she spat right on my face.

"I spit on you! You're a little predator who knows how to manipulate men. I bet you're rotten inside!"

I wiped my face with my sleeve, the smell making me gag.

Beatrice's face was ghostly white, her chest heaving with rage.

I finally caught my breath and tried to defend myself.

"Mrs. Miller, you have the wrong person. This is a mistake."

"A mistake? Look for yourself! Is this you in the video or not?"

The man who had been filming held his phone out and pressed play.

In the video, a girl in a floral dress was kneeling between a professor's legs.

It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening.

I pointed to the timestamp in the corner of the screen.

"That isn't me! On the 16th, I was working my shift across town. Besides, I don't even own a floral dress like that!"

Beatrice raised her hand to slap me again.

"Still lying! Search her things! Find the dress!"

I was fuming. Why did they think they had the right to go through my belongings?

How could they attack me based on a rumor with no evidence?

I grabbed Beatrice's wrist before she could strike me again. My voice was cold and sharp.

"I call you Mrs. Miller out of respect, but if you keep putting your hands on me without proof, I will call the police."

Someone from the crowd behind her shoved me away.

"A mistress acting like she has rights? How pathetic!"

The mob was blinded by self-righteous fury.

Cassandra and Piper had already started tearing through my closet.

In an instant, Cassandra pulled out a dress. It was floral, identical to the one in the video.

The crowd erupted.

"We have the witness and the evidence! What's her excuse now?"

"This is a criminal level of solicitation. She should be in jail!"

"I heard Professor Miller has some money. I bet she bled him dry for all those fancy things!"

Even the campus security guards weren't trying to stop them anymore. They were just standing there, enjoying the show.

"How much does a college girl like this cost for a night?" one of them whispered.

"She looks plain enough. I bet she's cheap," another sneered.

Their disgusting laughter made my skin crawl.

Beatrice grabbed the floral dress and threw it aside.

"Trash everything she owns!"

My roommates backed away. Cassandra was busy typing away on her phone, her manicured fingers flying.

She looked at me with pure disdain.

A loud crash echoed through the room. My La Prairie essence bottle was shattered on the floor.

Beatrice kicked the glass, letting the expensive liquid soak into the rug.

"Mrs. Miller, stop this instant! I'm calling the police!"

"Call them! Let them take you away first, you little tramp!"

Someone zoomed in on a bottle with their phone camera.

"Wait... is that La Prairie Skin Caviar?"

"La Prairie? Isn't that the one that costs over a thousand dollars?"

The student quickly Googled the price and showed the others.

Beatrice paused, looking confused.

She came from a middle-class background. She had never even heard of a skincare product that cost that much.

A flicker of jealousy crossed Cassandra's face.

"Where would a girl like her get that kind of money?"

"She probably manipulated the professor into buying it for her!" Beatrice screamed.

She put her hands on her hips and pointed at me.

"I was wondering why our savings were disappearing! You've been stealing from our family!"

The men began frantically searching my room again.

One by one, my things were tossed into the center of the room. Tiffany jewelry, Gucci bags, a Vacheron Constantin watch...

Beatrice stared at the items with greed. She picked up the watch, admiring it.

Then, she remembered where she thought it came from, and her expression turned bitter.

"These items are returning to their rightful owner today!"

I actually laughed. It was a cold, bitter sound.

"I bought those myself. They have nothing to do with you."

"You tricked my husband into paying for these! They belong to me!"

Cassandra added fuel to the fire. "Lulu, Mrs. Miller is doing you a favor. This is basically evidence of your transaction. If the police come, at least you won't be caught with the loot."

She was a master at manipulating the situation.

I knew exactly what was happening. Cassandra had orchestrated this whole thing.

Beatrice was just a puppet, and she was too stupid to realize it.

I grabbed my phone to call the police.

Cassandra, sensing my move, snatched the phone out of my hand.

"Just give the things back to Mrs. Miller. Give up your spot for the scholarship, apologize on your knees, and maybe this goes away."

"Lulu, why force yourself into a corner?"

The audacity of this woman was astounding.

It didn't matter who was in that video. If I dropped out of the scholarship race, Cassandra was next in line to get it.

I tried to grab my phone back, but in the scuffle, it hit the floor and shattered.

"She wants to call the cops? She probably thinks we can't prove she didn't buy them!"

Piper whispered nervously, "If it was really her, why would she want the police here?"

The crowd was quick to invent a reason for my actions.

"She's just mad because she's losing her stolen goods!"

"Exactly! She's trying to take everyone down with her!"

I scoffed. These people were creative, I'll give them that.

Cassandra, seeing an opportunity, pulled out my evening gown from the closet. It was for the upcoming awards gala.

"You think you're going to walk across that stage looking like a lady? Not a chance."

Beatrice grabbed a pair of large scissors from my desk.

"There isn't even a brand tag on this. It looks like a cheap knock-off from a thrift store."

I warned her, my voice low. "That is a custom haute couture piece. If you can afford the seven-figure replacement cost, go ahead and cut it."

"Couture? Please. No matter how expensive the dress is, you're just going to take it off for a man anyway!"

I watched as Beatrice shredded the gown into rags. I didn't stop her.

She didn't care because the dress wouldn't fit her anyway.

Cassandra, however, looked almost regretful. She knew exactly what that dress was worth.

Within ten minutes, my dorm room was a disaster zone.

It didn't matter. I had every digital receipt saved. People were already live-streaming this to the school forum.

I had all the evidence I needed.

This was far from over.

While they were busy celebrating their destruction, I used my tablet to send a quick message to my father's secretary.

"Tell my dad: I want the husbands of every person in this roomDwhether they are professors or staffDdemoted to security guards today."

"Also, call the police and the best lawyers in the city. They just destroyed millions in antiques, luxury goods, and couture. I'm going to ruin them."

I thought they would stop there, but the men suddenly stepped toward me.

"Since you love showing off for men so much, why don't we see what you're hiding?"

No one expected the 'quiet' Beatrice to go this far.

She lost all rationality and ordered the men to pin my arms and legs down. She pulled out her phone, intending to film them stripping me.

Cassandra pretended to pull them away, but she used the opportunity to unzip the back of my top.

"Stop! What are you doing? Let go!"

Panic flared in my chest. My screams were drowned out by the excited cheers of the mob.

"Let's see the mistress's brand!" they laughed.

In the chaos, Cassandra leaned into my ear. Her voice was dripping with venom.

"Lulu, you already have money. Why couldn't you just stay in your lane? Why did you have to take what's mine?"

What a hateful woman.

Before I arrived, Cassandra was the undisputed queen of the campus.

She had carefully crafted an image of a wealthy, beautiful, and kind socialite. Boys lined up to do her bidding.

Then I showed up, and her facade started to crumble.

Next to my genuine lifestyle, her fake designer gear and borrowed clothes looked pathetic.

She hated me for it.

Then came the National Scholarship. She tried to use her connections to win, but my academic record still crushed hers.

She couldn't stand it. She wanted to destroy me completely.

Piper was actually terrified now. She tried to pull Beatrice back.

"Mrs. Miller, please! Even if she did something wrong, isn't the professor also to blame?"

Beatrice glared at her.

"If this slut didn't seduce him, my husband would never have strayed!"

"You're full of crap! I never touched him!" Tears finally escaped my eyes.

I never thought a plot from a trashy novel would actually happen to me.

Piper didn't give up. "If this goes viral, you'll be arrested for inciting a riot!"

Beatrice finally paused.

"Fine. Since you're just a student, I'll give you one pass today."

The crowd began to mumble.

"That was getting a bit out of hand."

"Well, if she wasn't such a tramp, the wife wouldn't be this angry."

"Honestly, she's got a great body. I can see why the professor wanted her."

Just as Beatrice and her goons were about to leave, the police walked in.

"We received a report of a violent disturbance. What's going on here?"

I broke free and ran toward them. "It was me! They broke in, slandered me, assaulted me, and destroyed my property! Arrest them!"