LOGINDear my lovely readers I want to say thank you too all of you🫶Not just a simple thank you written out of formality, but a genuine, heartfelt thank you from me as the writer who poured so much time, emotion, effort, and love into creating this story.Finishing IRRESISTIBLE SIN surreal.When I first started writing this story, it was just an idea I carried in my mind. It began as a simple concept a thought, a scene, a possibility that slowly grew into something much bigger than I ever imagined. I did not know then how far this story would go, how deeply I would become attached to it, or how many readers would choose to follow it from beginning to end.Writing IRRESISTIBLE SIN became more than just creating chapters and updating a story.It became a journey.A journey that challenged me as a writer, pushed me creatively, tested my patience, and taught me so much about storytelling, consistency, and emotional connection.There were days when writing came naturally. The words flowed so
A year passes faster than people think. Before becoming a father, I used to believe time moved in predictable ways. Days were long. Weeks were manageable. Months felt distant enough to plan around. But after Maui gave birth to our twins, time became something else entirely. It blurred. Melted. Disappeared between midnight feedings, quiet laughter, sleepless nights, and mornings spent watching two tiny human beings slowly discover the world. And somehow, before I was ready to accept it an entire year had passed. A full year. Three hundred and sixty-five days since the night our son and daughter entered this world and changed everything. Three hundred and sixty-five days since I first held them in trembling arms and realized that the life I had once thought impossible had somehow become mine. And standing in the nursery doorway on a quiet Sunday morning, watching them now, it was hard to believe how much had changed. Our daughter, Isla, sat on the soft cream-colored rug,
Time moved differently after that night.At first, every day felt deliberate.Measured.Like the world itself was slowing down just enough to let me absorb the reality of everything that was happening.Then the weeks turned into months.And somewhere between doctor’s appointments, assembling cribs, arguing over baby names, and listening to Maui complain about how impossible it was to get comfortable enough to sleepeverything accelerated.The house changed.Our room changed.Our lives changed.And so did we.The first time we learned we were having twins, I nearly stopped breathing.I still remembered the exact moment.The dark ultrasound room.The soft glow of the monitor.The doctor smiling in a way that immediately made my stomach tighten.Then came the words that had completely shattered whatever calm I’d been pretending to have.“Well… there are two.”Two.I had stared at the screen like my brain had suddenly forgotten how to process language.Maui had laughed.Actually laughed.
The moment she said yes, everything inside me stilled. Not because the tension disappeared. If anything, it deepened. It settled low in my chest, heavy and consuming, pressing against every restraint I had left. But hearing her answer hearing the certainty in her voice did something to me. It grounded me. Because this wasn’t impulse. This wasn’t recklessness. This was her, looking at me with complete trust, choosing me with the same quiet certainty I had chosen her over and over again. And that mattered. More than the heat between us. More than the ache building under my skin. More than the part of me that wanted to stop thinking and lose myself in her completely. I held her gaze for a long moment, searching for even the slightest hesitation. There was none. Only softness. Only trust. Only Maui. My hand lifted slowly to her face, my thumb brushing against her cheek as I exhaled shakily. “Alright,” I murmured again, quieter this time. The word felt less like surrende
That night, after the proposal, we went home. And for the first time in a long time I felt… complete. There was a quiet kind of happiness settling inside me. not overwhelming. Just steady. As I drove us back home, my hand remained wrapped around Maui’s the entire time. I didn’t let go. Not once. The road stretched ahead of us, the city lights passing by in a blur, but my focus wasn’t on any of that. It was on her. On the warmth of her hand in mine. On the reality that everything had finally fallen into place. When we arrived at the house, I stepped out first and moved to her side immediately I helped her out of the car, my hand firm but gentle as I guided her inside. Neither of us spoke much. The silence between us wasn’t empty. It was full. We walked into the house and made our way upstairs, step by step. Until we finally reached our room. Once we were inside, I turned to her and hugged her, and she did the same. “Tired?” I asked her in a whis
After I informed my parents about everything, I began planning my proposal to Maui, and it took almost two weeks to complete every detail. From the grand event with only a limited number of guests, to the ring I personally ensured was worth every cent I spent on it, to the surprise I carefully arranged one that included her mother and her sibling everything had to be precise. Nothing could be left to chance. Even what I was going to say to her, I rehearsed in my mind repeatedly. Over and over again. Testing every word until I was certain that when the moment came, I would not hesitate. When the day finally arrived, I could feel the weight of it in my chest. I told Maui we were simply going out for dinner. Nothing special. It was just a normal night. She had no idea what was waiting for her. When we arrived at the venue, everything appeared normal. Nothing out of place. Nothing that would raise suspicion at first glance. But I could clearly see the puzzled look on her fac
Kael’s POV Five years. That’s how long it has been since Ava walked out of my life. Some people say time heals everything. They’re wrong. Time doesn’t heal guilt. It doesn’t erase regret. And it certainly doesn’t silence the echo of the moment you realize you destroyed the one person who lov
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Ava’s POV Five years taught me how to live without looking back. Not because I forgot. But because I chose not to let memory dictate my future. My mornings are no longer haunted by regret or what-ifs. I wake up to sunlight pouring through penthouse windows, to calendars packed with meetings, to







