Lahat ng Kabanata ng SINFUL INDULGENCE 3: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

I freeze in my seat as I glue my eyes on the TV screen, drops of sweat trickling down my temples. How long have these people been following me? And who the hell had taken these photos? Is it Kim's men or James'? I watch in horror as photos after photos roll on the screen. And I can still vividly remember when that kissing happened. Although I didn't initiate the kiss, Ella would still take that as an act of cheating because the damn reporter has stated the date. And how does Kim react to this news? Will he hurt Yen? How will she defend herself? Because I am sure this would be a significant blow to their marriage. I turn to look at Dr. Mitch, who has now walked over to my side. Her eyes are on the screen, her right hand resting at the edge of the desk. "Zed – " "According to the source who chooses to be anonymous, Mr. Zed Ramos was seen several times coming in and out of the office of Dr. Vergara…" Now, every cell under my skin has trem

Zed's POV The surroundings have already turned dark when I finally look around. However, the streetlamps nearby reflect some shreds of silver light, illuminating the immense darkness that swallows my place. I had been drowning in my miseries, slumping in the corner with my back on the wall. Who knows I'd end up like this? I have motivated thousands of brokenhearted, given hope to millions. Yet I am even finding it hard to drag my body inside the house. A moment later, my phone rings. I glance at the screen to see the caller's name, and I see Ara's. "What the hell, Zed?! My finger is already getting numb from pressing on your doorbell. Where are you?" "Just here on the terrace." "I'm also here outside. Open the gate!" "No. Call Ella and ask for the code," I tell her. I'm just too lazy to get up and open the door for her. I toss back the phone, and I'm glad that Ara seems to cooperate. I close my

A chilling breeze sweeps across the terrace, sending our skin into goosebumps. Ara raises her arms and folds them tightly across her chest. She grits her teeth and looks at me; her body starts quivering.“Zed, it's getting too cold here. Can we get inside, please?”Seeing that she’s not kidding, I drag my body from the floor and force myself to stand up. Ara immediately offers her hand, and I accept it. It may be shameful to show weakness, but I stopped fighting against my pride and allowed her to help me get into my room.“Zed, this is not good. Please fight,” she says after we almost stumble forward because I hit a piece of furniture in a corner.“I’m good, Ar. I’ll just have to sleep away. It’s been several days since I had a good sleep,” I tell her the truth.Ever since Ella left, sleep has eluded me. The loneliness and the pain of her betrayal in marrying Dennis have gnawed up my battered heart. And now the news of Yen getting punished for things Kim will never understand adds up

Ella's POV   Maezy walks into the room in a matching black dress and stiletto. Her neckline shows quite a large portion of her cleavage, as though only her nipples are covered. The hemline of her skirt also falls a few inches below the edge of her panties, making her look like a slut entering a bar. Groomed with heavy makeup, I can never picture how she looks with a clean face. And the more I can't imagine how she became Kim's mistress with her seductive aura. "Miss Maezy, thanks for coming," I greet her with a smile. "Anything for James," she smirks, her left brow arching higher than the other. It's Thursday once again, the day the fake guard at Kim's prison goes on duty. And I can't wait to tell him about my progress. Thus, I called Maezy, and we agreed to meet at a coffee shop. "When is your due date?" she asks, looking at my bump. "It's at the end of the month." I run my hand immediately to my

“Made from finest silk fabrics, this gown is embellished with 1000 diamonds. But this is not the most expensive wedding gown. Kate Middleton’s sparkling wedding tiara alone had 1000 diamonds.” Zed’s face pulls into a stern frown. “Are you meeting me just to show that off? Damn you, Dennis! I admit I can never afford a lavish bridal gown as you do, but believe me, the beauty of the wedding lies not in the expensive gown a bride wears, but the weight of the affection she carries in her heart.” I raise my head this time and peer at these men squarely. I may not have met Dennis yet, the one they call Mr. D, but I heard many things about him from Yen. She even calls him eccentric. And judging from what I am seeing now, he looks far more bizarre than how Yen describes him. How can a man in his right mind calls an ex-fiancé just to show off? “I’m seeing you because I want to ask for your suggestion.” Mr. D shrugs like he doesn’t care about Zed’s reaction. I