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Chapter 10 — The Edge of the Sky

مؤلف: J. Cross
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-18 18:11:22

Bela

THE AIR on the rooftop terrace was crisper at night, stripped of the heavy, suffocating humidity that plagued the Milanese streets below.

Up here, surrounded by the meticulously manicured hedges and stone planters of Sebastian’s private garden, I could almost pretend the world was empty.

I leaned my forearms against the cold marble balustrade, tilting my head back to look at the stars. They were faint, nearly drowned out by the

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  • Master of Her Sins   Chapter 57 — Corridor of Sins

    SebTHE INTERMISSION bell chimed throughout the opera house.Hundreds of wealthy patrons poured out of their VIP boxes, spilling into the grand marble halls to sip champagne and talk about business.I walked beside Don Bernardo and Alessandra, nodding politely at syndicate leaders, but my mind was not on them.My eyes were searching the crowd for Bela.She had been sent backstage five minutes ago to return Alessandra’s silk wraps to the dressing room. As I stepped past the heavy velvet curtains into the dimly lit backstage corridor, I saw her.She stood near the tall wooden doors, her grey maid dress looking small against the gold walls. Standing right in front of her was Alejandro Vance.Alejandro was leaning in close. His hand was resting gently near her shoulder, his lips inches from her ear as he whispered to her.Bela looked terrified, her dark eyes wide, her lower lip trembling as s

  • Master of Her Sins   Chapter 56 — The Opera House Trap

    BelaTHE GRAND opera hall of La Scala glowed beneath enormous crystal chandeliers, their golden light spilling over six tiers of private VIP boxes wrapped in red velvet.The air smelled of expensive perfume, French champagne, and polished leather. Below, the orchestra played a slow, beautiful melody, but I felt as though I were standing inside an execution chamber.I stood two paces behind Alessandra in the Moretti VIP box, holding her heavy velvet coat and gold opera glasses.My simple gray maid dress made me feel painfully out of place among women dressed in sparkling silk gowns and dripping with diamonds.Beneath my high collar, my throat was still raw and bruised from Seb’s hands, hidden beneath a tightly wrapped cotton band.Alessandra sat in the front row wearing a bright red silk gown and expensive rubies.Beside her sat Seb.He wore a sleek black tuxedo and dark bow tie, looking e

  • Master of Her Sins   Chapter 55 — The Glass Balcony

    SebTHE FREEZING rain beat against the glass walls of the penthouse without mercy.It was eleven in the morning. Twelve stories above the streets of Milan, the wind roared across the open terrace, sending sheets of icy rain against the heavy glass railings.I stood near the living room, my dark suit jacket unbuttoned, my black pistol held tightly behind my back. My mind was still burning from last night.The poisoned scotch had sizzled on the hearth, and the terror in Bela’s eyes when she told me what Alessandra had done had stayed with me long after midnight.I had spent three hours putting Alessandra in her place.I hadn't killed her. Not yet.“Sebastian, what are you doing?” Alessandra had shrieked, backing away until her knees hit the edge of her plush velvet bed. “Get out of my room!”I hadn’t said a word. I had closed the distance in two lethal strides, grabbing her throat with one hand and shoving her back onto the mattress. With my other hand, I pressed the cold, steel barrel

  • Master of Her Sins   Chapter 54 — The Poisoned Cup

    BelaTHE PENTHOUSE was quiet at eleven at night.My thighs still ached with a dull, constant heat, a lingering reminder of how Seb had pinned me to the library desk hours ago, tearing Alejandro’s silk scarf from my throat and marking my skin with his blood and possessive rage.He had left me ruined on the dark mahogany wood, claiming my body with a dark, terrifying intensity that made my heart race even now.I stood in the dim service kitchen, my grey maid dress smoothed down over my knees, preparing Seb’s nightly tray.On the marble counter sat a heavy crystal decanter filled with aged scotch, a glass of ice water, and a single lowball crystal tumbler.As I was about to reach for the decanter, a faint shadow flickered in the doorway.I froze, stepping back into the shadow of the pantry frame.Alessandra slipped into the kitchen.She wore a red silk gown, her manicured feet making no sound against the tile. Her eyes were wide, glittering with a strange, unhinged light.She looked arou

  • Master of Her Sins   Chapter 53 — Marked in the Library

    SebTHE HEAVY outer doors of the penthouse clicked shut as Alejandro Vance stepped into the private elevator.The moment his footsteps vanished, the last thread of my control snapped into dust. Blood was still dripping from my right palm, warm and dark, where the shattered whiskey glass had sliced open my skin, but I felt no pain.All I saw was red.I crossed the hallway in long, lethal strides, marching straight into the quiet library.Bela was standing near the large mahogany reading desk, her back turned to me. She was still wearing the grey maid dress, but around her neck sat that dark blue silk scarf—Vance’s gift, resting over the bruises I had put on her skin.She had her fingers pressed against the fabric, her head tilted, looking out the floor-to-ceiling window with a faint, peaceful expression.She looked as if she were already dreaming of his villa in Geneva.I reached out, slammed the heavy oak library doors shut, and turned the brass lock with a sharp, heavy click.Bela ju

  • Master of Her Sins   Chapter 52 — A Thread of Silk

    BelaTHE PENTHOUSE was quiet in the late afternoon.Seb was locked inside his private office down the hall, holding a heavy phone call with his syndicate captains in Naples.I walked down the long library corridor carrying a duster and a wooden polishing box.My grey maid dress felt heavy against my tired legs. Underneath my high cotton collar, the skin on my neck still throve with the purple bite marks Seb had left on me, mixed with the yellowing bruises from Alessandra’s cruelty. My wrists were still tightly wrapped in white bandages.I stopped near the tall bookshelves, reaching up to dust the mahogany panels.Soft, quiet footsteps sounded behind me.I turned around quickly, my heart jumping into my throat. I expected to see Alessandra’s glaring eyes or Matteo’s tall frame.Instead, it was Alejandro Vance.He was walking down the library hall alone, his grey suit coat unbuttoned, holding a thin leather folder under his arm.When he saw me standing by the books, his handsome face so

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