Saint by Day,Sinner by Night

SERENAThe one day of the year meant for love, filled with chocolates, flowers, and streets drowned in red, became the day that the world I knew finally crumbled.I should have been at home, curled up on the couch with a book, pretending this day didn’t exist, like I’ve been doing for the past two years in my marriage. But instead, here I was storming down the spotless hallway of the five-star hotel, the slippers I wore made soft slaps against the glossy marble floor, my heart beating fast.Room 807. If you want to know what your husband is up to, see for yourself. The anonymous text I had received earlier replayed in my mind over and over, gluing itself to my brain, even though I hoped against all hope that it wasn’t true.My fingers clenched around my phone as I stopped in front of the door, my breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. Damian had told me he was working late, just like he did on every other day and previous Valentine’s Days. There was no way he was here. Not with her.T

MYLESI wasn’t supposed to care.That was the deal I made with myself a long time ago—no attachments, no emotional strings. Just power, clean lines, and the satisfaction of control. That was all I needed.I’d been with my ex without strings or expectations, until she suddenly wanted all those things. And because I couldn’t offer them, I ended it. Easy, clean, with less noise.And that was when my grandfather dropped the bombshell.“If you’re not married by the end of the year or at least engaged by the end of this one,” he said, his voice cracking like a stone, "then you’re out of all of this. The company, my will, everything. I might finally give it all away to your cousin, Rowland.”He said it like it meant nothing. Like he wasn’t threatening to take away the empire I’d built brick by brick. Voss Companies was mine in every way but name, and the old man knew exactly how to pull the rug out from under me.“Don’t give me that look,” he added, swirling his tea. “I won’t let my legacy f

Myles' POVThe darkness concealed my movements as I walked calmly and headed towards the door. The city was alive with blinding lights in the dead of the night, and cars of late travellers, and all but this particular region remained quiet.I knocked on the door in a rapid, rhythmic pattern. That was the password I knew would open the door now, so I stood back. The door finally unlocked from within with a loud click and slowly ground open.“Good evening, Boss.” The doorman nodded and stepped aside as I walked in.The neon lights within immediately illuminated my face. They revealed my outfit too, which consisted of a black leather jacket I wore over a black shirt with a flaming skull brightly illustrated on it.I wore fitted jeans over leather boots with a pair of brown leather gloves tucked into my waist, but what clearly stood out in my outfit was the leather belt around my waist. Not your regular belt, but one that carried my 12-shooter cattleman revolver and extra bullets.“Presid

Serena's POVI wanted to dismiss the thought of the man I'd seen right across the street, but the more I thought of it, the more it seemed weird. Was this one of Myles's doing? I couldn't help but wonder in silence.“Hey..” I heard Becca's voice and her steps as she made her way out of the kitchen into the living room. “What's going on? You're just...” She stopped when she saw Myles.This felt so awkward, but I figured I had to introduce them.“Myles, this is Becca, my roomie. Becca, this is...”“Myles Voss.” Becca cut me off before I could continue. “Everyone knows who he is! Why Is he here, though?” Even as she asked, her eyes flickered to the bouquet on the table and widened slightly.“Myles is...” I hesitated for a while. “He's my fiancé.” I finally blurted out, with the words sounding strange to my ears, though.Becca's jaw hung open in sheer surprise as she looked between me and Myles.Myles extended a hand out of courtesy.“Nice to meet you, Becca.” He muttered with his face set

Serena's POVI didn't know what I'd have done at that point. I was sure I had never heard that voice before, but the person happened to know my name.I put a hand over my eyes and squinted at the glaring lights. I could see about four chopper motorcycles with ape hanger bars, and there were people mounted on them.A normal person would have turned tail and fled. A normal person would have called for help as they fled for their life but I wasn't particularly normal, I admit that. I slowly began to approach the motorcycles and tried to get a better view of the men.“Who are you?!” I called. “How do you know who I am?” “That's as far as you can get, lady!” A deep voice growled from the men, and I came to an abrupt stop.If the motorcycles and the way they chose to stay in the shadow didn't spell out danger, the voice definitely did so, and I knew I was supposed to run, but surprisingly, I didn't.“Who are you?” I asked defiantly. “What do you want with me?!”There was a low chuckle and