In the arms of two sins
His tie hung loose, his eyes darker than sin. The scent of whiskey lingered on his breath as he leaned closer.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, the words brushing against my skin like a dare.
“You’re drunk,” I said, staring into those grey eyes as my heartbeat filled the silence.
He smiled faintly, his gaze trailing from my hair until it fell on my lips.
“Drunk,” he whispered, his thumb grazing my mouth as if testing how soft it was, “but not blind. You want this as much as I do.”
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After her husband’s mysterious death, Mara Lawson becomes the center of a scandal threatening to destroy the powerful Lawson empire. Elias Lawson, her late husband’s twin, is everything she should resist—dangerous, magnetic, and forbidden. David Hale, her ex-lover, the man who walked away once and now wants forgiveness… and another chance.
Between the man who broke her and the one who could ruin her, Mara is caught in a web of passion, guilt, and secrets that could shatter them all.
Because in the Lawson world, love is never pure—it’s just another sin waiting to be punished.
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Chapter: Chapter 67Elia's POVI stared at her, my voice hitching in a way I couldn't control."What are you doing?" I asked, though the answer was written in the desperate, beautiful fire in her eyes.She didn't answer with words. She stepped forward, and pulled me into a wet, frantic kiss. We swallowed the running water together, the heat of the shower clashing with the electric chill of her touch. Every inch of her naked body was pressed against mine. In that moment, I forgot about everything. I pulled her closer, my tongue slamming into hers, needing to taste her, to explore every dark, wet corner of her mouth as if I could find her soul there. I pinned her against the glass wall, the thud of her back hitting the surface muffled by the rush of the water.I was going to be careful with her—I always wanted to be—but the hunger was too sharp. I pinned her wrists above her head against the wall, planting rough, marking kisses along the column of her neck before returning to her lips. She moaned into my
Last Updated: 2026-02-07
Chapter: Chapter 66Elias POVThe drive back to the Lawson Group was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white, the image of that disappearing silhouette at Scott Enterprise burning into the back of my eyelids. But as the elevator rose towards my office floor, I forced the mask back on. I couldn't let Mara see the state I was in.When I pushed open the door to her office, she was slumped over desk, her head resting on her crossed arms. She looked so small amidst the towering stacks of files and the cold glow of her computer screen. She looked vulnerable.I walked over, my footsteps very quiet on the carpet. I stood there for a long moment, just watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her shoulders. I reached out, my fingers trembling slightly as I brushed a stray lock of hair away from her temple. Her skin was warm. I let my thumb trace the curve of her cheek, while I watch her.She stirred, a small, sleepy sigh escaping her lips before her eyes fluttered open. She blinked
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Chapter: Chapter 65Elia's POVRichard left the hallway as my glare burned into the back of his head. I turned my attention back to Mara, whose small frame seemed to vibrate with a tension she was trying desperately to hide. "We’ll talk about this later," I said, my voice softening despite the storm of questions in my mind. "When you actually decide to talk to me. I don’t want you stressing right now."I reached out and gently but firmly took the stack of files she was clutching against her chest. She looked startled, her fingers lingering on the manila folders as if they were a shield."It’s fine," she protested, her voice a thin thread. "I can actually handle them. I was just heading down to—""I know you can," I interrupted, cutting her off before she could say anything. "I know you're capable. But I don’t want you to. I just need you to wait for me. I won’t waste time, I promise."I didn’t give her a chance to argue. I turned and walked away, the files in my hand. I swung by her department on the wa
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Chapter: Chapter 64Elias’s POVI watched Camille walk away. I didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response, but that didn’t mean I was going to sit idle. Since this mess involves Mara, I will be moving ten steps ahead in my mind. Every time David’s name came up in the same breath as hers, it felt like a low-grade fever burning in my blood.I walked back toward my room but found myself standing in front of Mara’s door. My hand reached out, fingers hovering over the handle. I just wanted to see her; I wanted to make sure she was okay. I had been so busy with the quiet funeral I held for Mark. It wasn’t that I’d forgotten about her; it was just that I’d been occupied with so many things, including Mark’s brother.I hesitated, then slowly withdrew my hand."She’s not back," a sharp voice sliced through the silence.I turned my head. Andrea was standing a few feet away. "I saw her leave earlier," she added."I didn't ask," I snapped, making a move to walk toward my own room, but she wasn't finished."I hea
Last Updated: 2026-02-06
Chapter: Chapter 63Elias’s POVThe silence of the cemetery was always the loudest kind of quiet. It was a heavy, suffocating weight that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. I stood before Mark's grave, staring into the air.For days, a disturbing hole had been carved into my heart. I looked down at the single white flower in my hand before letting it fall. It landed softly on the dark soil, a stark contrast to the dirt that had claimed a man who had been more than just my secret source. He had been my eyes, my ears, and in many ways, my conscience.I felt like I was drowning in the air here. If I hadn't been so carried away—Mark would still be breathing. He must have had clues. He must have gotten some informations for me before his death. Few days ago, I had even realized that I missed his calls when I checked my phone. Silent calls I had ignored because I was too busy drowning in the drama of a fake engagement."I’m sorry, Mark," I whispered, the wind stealing the words before they could even s
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Chapter: Chapter 62David's POVThe morning air was crisp, the kind of cold that bites into your skin and reminds you that winter is coming. I had my keys in my hand, ready to disappear, but met up with Andrea outside.She was leaning against the driver’s side door, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked perfect, as she always did—every hair in place, her makeup a flawless mask of composure. "Have you forgotten? We have somewhere to be," she said, her voice like a velvet trap.I stopped, my hand tightening around the key fob. "Where is that?"Without answering, she reached back and pulled the passenger seat door open. "Enter first. You’ll know when we get there. I’m driving."I hesitated. I could have fought her. I could have turned around and walked back into the house, but I didn't want the scene. I didn't want the high-pitched arguments or the dramatic accusations that would surely follow. I needed a moment of peace to figure out how to get to Mara, and if sitting in a car with Andrea for an hou
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Chapter: Chapter 6_Deal done!Elira’s POVBefore I could pull the paper from the envelope, his hand shot out. He was faster than he looked, his fingers clamping down on the edge of the medical file with a desperation that startled me. Instinctively, I yanked back, trying to stop him. My feet twisted and I felt myself falling backwards.I gasped, but he didn't let go. He lunged forward to catch me, his heavy frame colliding with mine as we both slammed into the mattress.The air left my lungs in a sharp puff. He was a solid, crushing weight on top of me, his hands braced on either side of my head. For a long moment, neither of us moved. The room was silent except for the sound of our breathing. His was harsh, hot, and uneven against my skin, while mine felt like it had stopped altogether.Our eyes locked. His were dark, swirling with an emotion I couldn't quite read—shame, maybe? Or just raw, unfiltered hunger. I could feel the heat radiating off him, but more than that, I could feel his hard dick pressing directly
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Chapter: Chapter 5_SecretsArthur's POV "Is this a joke?" she spat, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and disbelief. "Just say you want my body. Don't wrap it up in some twisted fantasy about a legacy. Men like you don’t want heirs; you want toys." I leaned back, watching the way the moonlight caught the tears she refused to let fall. "No," I said, my voice dropping to a low rumble. "It’s something I’ve desired all my life." "Then get a wife," she shot back, her eyes flashing with a defiance that made my blood sing. I went quiet. The word wife felt foreign. "A wife..." I dragged the word out. "I don't need a wife Elira, but I give you my word: I’ll make them pay for every drop of blood they took from you. I’ll make them bleed for hurting you." She didn't say another word. She turned her back on me, her shoulders stiff, and walked toward the staircase. I watched her climb, the sway of her hips a silent torture, until she disappeared into the shadows of the upper floor. I exhaled a breath I didn’t kno
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Chapter: Chapter 4_The devil's bargainElira’s POVTrust is a luxury I could no longer afford. After the betrayal I got from my family and fiancé, I knew one thing for certain: no one does anything for free. Especially not a man like Mr. Blackthorne.The moonlight was cold, silvering the edges of my room as I stared at the ceiling. Sleep was impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard the screech of tires that struck me. I stood up, my legs feeling steady. I had to know. I had to find out why he had saved me.I crept out of my room, the silence of the mansion pressing against my eardrums. I made my way downstairs, my feet silent on the black marble. My destination was the room where I had seen him hours ago.I pushed the door open. The air was heavy, the scent of her cheap perfume still struggling against the dominant, woodsy musk of his cologne. The room was pristine. The bed where they had sinned was already straightened, the fabrics replaced. It was as if the act had never happened.I began to rifle through the dra
Last Updated: 2026-02-03
Chapter: Chapter 3_ BlackthorneArthur's POV They call me a man with a heart of stone, a soul stained black by the world I command. I have never known pity. I have never understood the concept of mercy. To me, people are either assets or obstacles, and I have spent my life removing the latter. But fate is a twisted poet, and it chose a Tuesday night to test the limits of my coldness. I was heading to the hospital for my quarterly check-up—a billionaire's life depends on his health, as the saying goes. Traffic was at a standstill, a sea of red brake lights stretching into the grey horizon. I rolled down the window of my SUV, the scent of wet asphalt and iron filling the cabin. That’s when I saw her. She was a broken doll tossed onto the pavement. Blood, dark and thick, pooled around her head, staining the hem of a white hospital gown. By her side stood a man. He didn't look like a grieving lover; he looked like a man checking to see if a pest was finally dead. I felt a flicker of something—a strange, sharp tug in
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Chapter: Chapter 2_Sixteen months of silenceElira’s POVThe heavy oak door to my room creaked open, then clicked shut. The sound was like a gunshot in the tomb-like silence I had built for myself."Mr. Blackthorne requests your presence for breakfast," a man’s voice said. It was one of the guards or assistants—I didn't care which.I didn't turn around. I sat on the terrace, the cold morning air biting at my skin. I was perched in the wheelchair that had been my only companion for months, though lately, my legs had regained their strength. I ignored them anyway. I preferred the wheels; they reminded me that I was broken. My gaze remained fixed on the city skyline, watching the grey clouds swallow the tops of the skyscrapers."Ma'am..." the voice came again, more insistent this time."I’m not hungry," I cut him off, my voice raspy from disuse, cold as a winter grave. "Leave my room. Now."I heard his retreating footsteps and the familiar thud of the door. Ever since I had "recovered," eating felt like a chore. Food had no taste.
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Chapter: Chapter 1_A dying prayerElira's POV"What about my baby?" I looked up at the doctor in the white coat, my heart hammering against my ribs. My hands shook so hard I had to grip the bedsheets.The doctor hesitated. He looked at his clipboard, then at the floor, as if thinking of a lie. "Miss," he began, his voice soft and hollow, "we need to focus on you first. We need to make sure you are stable."A cold chill ran down my spine. I already knew something was wrong. I tried to sit up, but a sharp, burning pain in my stomach forced me back down. "Stop lying!" I screamed. "If my baby was okay, you would have told me the moment I woke up.""Your baby is fine," he said quickly, but his eyes shifted away."You're lying!" I shrieked. My voice broke, and I began to cry loudly, the sound of a woman going mad with grief. I couldn't breathe. I reached down and ripped the IV tubes from the back of my hand, blood splattering onto the white linen.The nurses rushed in, trying to pin me down, but I fought them off with a str
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