All Chapters of A Sinful Night: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ALEXANDER POVI gripped the file containing the documents in my house as I stormed into the large hall. The security were going to stop me as I rushed past them but once they recognized that I was the chairman’s son, they intently pulled back and allowed me through. I stopped in the middle of the room, just looking about. The hall was quickly starting to fill up with people and a thought came to my head.Do you really wanna do this?Even as the thought came, I quickly shook it away, allowing only Isabella’s words to break through. She had warned me—Lucas was going to kill me. She’d said it back then, but I was too caught up in my own mind to believe her. He really had wanted to end me, probably aiming for something far worse than what he managed to achieve. And now that he couldn’t, ruining me was the next best thing. Hasn’t he done enough? All those years of torture, the lies he spread about me—weren’t they enough? Did he really need to do more? These were the thoughts that swarmed m

LUCAS POV“What the fuck is this?” Edward yelled as he brandished the papers in my face. “What does this say about you, huh? You’ve been stealing from me? Me?!”I held my tongue. It was interesting that he had chosen to hold his anger all through the drive and now that we’re back in his office, he decided to let it all out. He had some self-control, and that was all I could think about. Alexander was brave for coming up that stage and throwing those papers in my face. I thought it was funny even, but I didn’t think Edward was going to take it seriously. He liked statistics and carefully analyzed paper, and that was exactly what Alex had shown him.“Aren’t you going to talk? Aren’t you going to defend yourself?” He threw more questions at me.I opened my mouth then closed it. What was I going to say? That it was a lie and that the papers meant nothing? He was going to look into it regardless and then he would know I’m lying. He would know I’ve been lying all these years and pinning the

LUCAS POVIt was a lie, I kept telling myself as I walked out of Aunt Maeve’s house and drove straight to Edward’s. He was lying to me, and I was going to call him out on his bullshit. It didn’t matter if Aunt Maeve claimed it was true—what did she know, anyway? She’d been absent for most of my life, only to show up now with that pitying face, telling me Edward wasn’t my father. I didn’t believe her. If it were true, she wouldn’t have agreed so easily when I asked. She could have lied, could have called my bluff to protect me from the truth. She could have called Edward herself to scold him for even suggesting it. She could have soothed my ego. But she didn’t.She is not your mother, the voice in my head rang out. Only a mother would act that way.I shook the voice away. It was a lie. It was a goddamn lie.And the hospital?They were lying too. What were the odds that a woman was just trying to adopt a child right in my presence? It was an act that they were putting on. Edward had def

MADISON POVGuilt raked through me. Deep seated guilt that was so strong, I could barely breathe. I wanted Alexander. That was no news. I think everyone who came in contact with me would know Alex from the way I talk about him. I was in love with him.Or at least I thought I was.This thing I was doing with Lucas is messing up with my head. Now I begin to sit and think, to wonder if it’s all worth it after all. Do I really need to fight for Alexander’s love, knowing that I was not the one he’s after? Knowing that he’s in love with someone else probably the same way I’m in love with him. Do I still need to go after him?But you’re so close, Lucas’ voice echoed in my head. You’re so close, Madison. You can have whatever you want. Just join forces with me. Work with me.I sighed and plopped down on my bed. The very bed that was desecrated with us having sex. The very bed I wanted Alex and I to have the most time in.You can have whatever you want.Just work with me.Alex is yours.Alex.

ALEXANDER POVI was packing my things into a box when the door of my office opened, and my father walked in.He looked older, more tired than I remembered, his shoulders stooped as though the weight of time had finally caught up with him. But his presence brought back memories I had long buried—nights spent pleading for understanding, days of being ignored in favor of Lucas."Alexander," he started, his voice strained, hesitant.I didn’t look up as he spoke and I continued packing my things. "What do you want this time?""I came to talk," he said, stepping closer. “You haven’t come home in a long while, considering that you’re the one who exposed Lucas to me. I wanted us to talk about that.”I finally raised my head, meeting his eyes. "Talk?" A bitter laugh escaped me. "You should’ve done that years ago. When I was growing up, begging you to believe me. But no—you chose Lucas. Always Lucas. And now you want to talk about him and how he has betrayed you and your company?”Sighing, I fo