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Chapter 31 – “Inheritance of Sin”

Author: O.E Promzy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-11 14:07:58

Scarlett’s POV

Sleep didn’t come easy that night.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my father’s face on that screen the weary resignation in his eyes, the warning in his voice. It looped endlessly in my mind like a curse. By dawn, I stopped trying to fight it.

The truth was no longer something I wanted.

It was something I needed.

I sat at the small motel table, files spread before me papers stolen from Maria’s office months ago, half-burned documents Damien had recovered from Kade’s safehouse. Everything that didn’t make sense before now began to take shape like pieces of a puzzle soaked in blood.

Damien emerged from the shower, towel slung low on his hips, his hair damp. “You’ve been up all night again.”

I didn’t look up. “Sleep feels like a luxury.”

He sighed, moving behind me. I felt his hand rest gently on my shoulder grounding, warm. “You’re burning out, Scarlett.”

“Then let me burn,” I whispered.

He hesitated but didn’t argue. He knew better by now.

When I finally looked up
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