All Chapters of A DEAL OF SIN: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The car stopped in front of his penthouse. The driver stepped out, walked around, and opened the door for her. As she got out, he bowed politely before getting back into the car and driving away, leaving her all alone outside the towering building. Her phone buzzed with a soft ting. She pulled it out slowly, already knowing who it was. Her eyes scanned the screen... it was a message. Just a series of numbers: the digits to unlock the penthouse. She stood there for a moment, her hand gripping her purse and the hem of her dress tightly. Then, taking a deep breath, she stepped forward and pressed the digits gently on the keypad. A soft click echoed, and the door slowly opened. The silence inside greeted her like a thick fog. She stepped inside, and the door closed behind her with a muted thud. This time, she came here on her own. Not like last time. Last time, she had been dragged here... unconscious. She could still remember waking up and realizing where she was. How she had tried t

“You may have forgotten you’re married, Zayren… but I haven’t. I can’t forget that,” she said coldly. He struggled to move, trying to get up, but she raised her hand to stop him. “If you try to stand, I swear I’ll walk out and won’t come back,” she warned. He immediately shook his head and nodded weakly. “Okay… I won’t. Just stay. Please.” Without saying another word, she turned and walked into another room. Her mind was still caught in the storm of everything that happened. She rested her hand gently on her stomach, her heart aching. Only she knew how much courage it took to decide to never carry a child… and yet Zayren hadn’t let her go through with it. She hated him for stopping her... but somewhere, deep down, a small part of her was… relieved. Maybe even thankful. But that didn’t erase the sin he was trying to drag her into. How could she live with herself if she gave in... when he belonged to someone else? If she agreed to what he wanted, she knew she'd be killing her own

“Trust me, my love. I would never hurt you.” He spoke softly, but she gritted her teeth in response. “Stop acting like you’re not hurting me right now,” she snapped. “And don’t expect me to trust you... not after what you did to me.” This time, she didn’t hold back. She spat the truth in his face, raw and unfiltered. “Just do what you want and don’t... ” “Shhh.” He silenced her by covering her mouth with his hand, pressing his body firmly against hers. She gasped, feeling how hard he was. The weight of his desire only added to her turmoil. “Can you forget everything… just for tonight, Sarang?” he whispered. “I know it’s not easy for you. Believe me, it’s not easy for me either.” She hissed, trying to push his hand away from her mouth, desperate to scream at him that nothing... nothing... could make her forget how deeply he had wounded her… and how cruelly he continued to do so. But then, out of nowhere, he murmured, “I’m sorry I didn’t buy you another pair of goggles.” She fr

“Doctor, what are the results?” he asked, voice eager. The doctor paused, glancing briefly at Sarang, who kept her head lowered. Something about the silence made his stomach twist. He looked at her more closely and noticed she was holding something in her hand. He reached out, gently taking it from her fingers. It was the pregnancy test kit. Sarang didn’t say anything, just watched him quietly... his trembling hands, the hopeful gleam in his eyes as he read the result. And then his smile faded. “Sarang, that... ” he began, but was interrupted by the doctor’s calm voice. “She is not pregnant, Mr. Kim.” For a second, he didn’t say anything. Then he looked at Sarang again, concern flooding his face. “So… is there a problem? Is she alright?” he asked quickly. The doctor gave a reassuring smile. “Mrs. Kim is perfectly fine. It’s likely just fatigue. Make sure she eats well and rests enough... she’ll recover in no time.” The doctor picked up her purse. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

“And if you even think about doing anything, I’ll divorce you.” Slowly, Jiyeon turned to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. “What?” she breathed, staring at him. “You can’t just divorce me like that!” she shouted, but he began walking toward her, calm and dangerous. “I can, Jiyeon,” he said firmly. “Just like you manipulated my family into forcing me to marry you. Now that you’ve lost the child... no one can stop me anymore.” She didn’t know what to say. “So if you want to be Mrs. Kim Zayren,” he said coldly, “then don’t dare to come between me and Sarang. I know what I should do to her!” Suddenly, Jiyeon’s eyes widened as the meaning behind his words hit her. No... he wasn’t cheating on her. He was taking revenge on Sarang now. He should be hating Sarang... because she took the life of his unborn child. That’s what Jiyeon always wanted. She always wanted him to hate that filthy girl who had no class, who never deserved him. Never. But this… this wasn’t how she expected