Alle Kapitel von Sinful Dragon.: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 10

Chapter Two Myra I had officially lost my mind. There was no other explanation for why I was standing inside one of the most expensive buildings in Manhattan at nearly midnight, staring through enormous windows at New York City glittering hundreds of feet below me. My appointment wasn’t until tomorrow. I knew that. The Dragon knew that. The confirmation on my phone definitely knew that. But tomorrow was no longer an option. Father had ruined that. Three hours earlier, I had been halfway down the staircase when I’d heard his voice coming from his study. “Tomorrow evening.” I stopped. My father’s office door had been partially open. Mother was inside with him. “You haven’t even told Myra,” she said quietly. “She doesn’t need to know until everything is settled.” “Angelo, she’s your daughter.” “And that is exactly why I will decide what is best for her.” My stomach had dropped. I knew that tone. I’d heard it when Katrina’s future had been decided. Business. Marriage

Chapter Four Myra At 8:57 p.m., I stood outside the Dragon’s door for the second time in less than twenty-four hours. Last night, I’d arrived desperate. Tonight, I was terrified. There was a difference. Last night I’d been running from my father. Tonight I’d come because I wanted Nicholas. Although I still didn’t know his name. The realization made me feel completely insane. I checked the time again. 8:58. My stomach twisted. I’d spent nearly an hour deciding what to wear, which was ridiculous considering what I believed would eventually happen to the clothes. I’d finally chosen a black dress I’d bought months ago and hidden in the back of my closet because Father would have called it inappropriate. It wasn’t outrageous. It simply hugged me in places my normal clothes didn’t. The neckline dipped enough to make me nervous. The hem stopped above my knees. For any other woman in Manhattan, it was probably just a dress. For me, it felt like rebellion stitched into fabri

Chapter Six Myra “I said no.” Damion Black stared at me as though I’d spoken a language he didn’t understand. Behind him, my father’s expression darkened. The sitting room suddenly felt smaller. Damion had asked to speak with me privately. I’d refused. Apparently that wasn’t how this meeting was supposed to go. “Sweetheart,” Father said, his voice carrying that quiet warning I’d known since childhood, “Damion is our guest.” “And?” Mother shifted nervously on the sofa. Katrina stood near the doorway, watching everything with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Fear, mostly. But underneath it? Pride. She was watching me do what neither of us had ever been brave enough to do. Fight back. Damion smiled. It was an attractive smile. That almost made it worse. There was nothing obviously frightening about him. He was handsome, wealthy and polished. He knew exactly how to behave in front of my parents. But his eyes betrayed him. Every time he looked at me, I felt measur

Chapter Eight Myra Twenty-one years. I stared at Katrina’s message until the words blurred. YOU’RE NOT HER BIOLOGICAL DAUGHTER. My entire life had been reduced to six words on a phone screen. “No.” Nicholas stood a few feet away. He hadn’t tried to touch me again. I appreciated that. I also hated it. I wanted him close. I wanted everyone far away. Apparently heartbreak made absolutely no sense. “Katrina could be wrong,” Nicholas said. “She’s not.” “You don’t know that.” “Yes, I do.” I looked at him. “My sister wouldn’t say something like this unless she knew.” Nicholas remained quiet. I paced across his living room. “My mother…” I stopped. Could I even call her that? Of course I could. She had raised me. Held me when I was sick. Brushed my hair. Comforted me after nightmares. She had been there for every birthday. Every Christmas. Every punishment Father handed down. Every time I cried because I wasn’t allowed to live like other girls. She was my mothe

Chapter Ten Myra I couldn’t sleep. That wasn’t surprising. I was lying in an unfamiliar bed, inside an apartment belonging to one of Nicholas’s mysterious friends, staring at a photograph that might contain the first image I’d ever seen of my biological mother. Perfect conditions for insomnia. Nicholas had fallen quiet after Katrina’s call. Not distant. Thinking. There was a difference with him. I was beginning to recognize it. He stood near the bedroom window with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, phone in one hand, staring down at the city. I’d been watching him for several minutes. “You’re doing it again.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Doing what?” “Trying to solve everything without me.” “I’m making sure nobody followed us.” “That’s not everything.” “No.” “Did you find anything about the ring?” “Not enough.” I waited. He didn’t elaborate. “Nicholas.” He sighed and placed his phone down. “I promised I wouldn’t give you guesses.” That stopped me. He remem