บททั้งหมดของ His Sinful Desire: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

ERICA The disposable camera hung loosely from my wrist as we walked out of the store, Raffael’s words still echoing in my head: “The real fun begins now.” I wasn’t sure what his idea of fun was, but so far, I had to admit he’d done a good job of keeping things lighthearted. The thought made me smile as we strolled down the street, his presence steady beside me. We’d spent the morning walking through the city, and though the camera was supposed to be for me to capture things that caught my attention, I noticed Raffael was snapping pictures, too—mostly of me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I called him out once, playfully swatting at his hand as he clicked another sneaky shot. “You’re supposed to be capturing the scenery, not stalking me with that thing.” “I am capturing the scenery,” he replied with a smirk. “You just happen to be the most interesting part of it.” I scoffed but couldn’t stop the heat from rising to my cheeks. I turned my attention to the bustling streets, takin

Erica’s POV The venue was grand—too grand, honestly. It was the kind of place where everything screamed wealth, from the crystal chandeliers dripping light over the ballroom to the marble floors that clicked softly under expensive heels. A symphony of laughter, murmured conversations, and the clinking of glasses filled the air, mingling with the scent of perfume and champagne. It was elegant. Luxurious. Completely suffocating. I adjusted the thin strap of my dress and tried not to groan out loud as yet another person approached Raffael, shaking his hand and exchanging polite conversation. I had been standing next to him for what felt like forever, smiling at strangers, nodding at things I wasn’t even listening to, and pretending I wasn’t absolutely exhausted. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this. “Raffael,” I leaned in, keeping my voice low. “I need to sit down.” His grip on my waist tightened slightly. “Just a little longer, cara.” “No,” I pulled back slightly,

CLARISSA I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as I drove home, my foot pressing harder against the pedal than necessary. The spa day was supposed to clear my head, but it didn’t. I had spent hours in that place—hot stones pressing against my back, steam curling around my skin, soft hands massaging every tense muscle in my body—but nothing worked. No amount of heat, pressure, or forced relaxation could erase the thoughts swirling in my mind. Chloe’s murder. The accident. The way we disposed of her body like she was nothing. Like she never existed. Like she was just a problem that needed to disappear. My hands clenched against the leather steering wheel, my nails biting into my palms. I should feel relieved that the body was gone, that there was no evidence left behind. But instead, I felt trapped, suffocated under the weight of what we did. And now Raffael—relentless, ruthless, determined to find the killer. The irony of it all made my stomach

CLARISSA I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel, my eyes darting between the road and the phone on the passenger seat. Still no response. No text. No missed call. Nothing.I bit my lip, trying to push down the unease clawing at my chest. Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe Ray was fine. Maybe he was just busy.But then again, nothing had been fine for days now.My thoughts tangled in a mess of panic and uncertainty as I sped through the streets. I needed to see him. I needed to talk to him, to figure out what the hell we were going to do. Raffael’s men were getting too close. They were asking questions, digging into things they shouldn’t. And Ray… he had always been the one who knew how to handle things. He was the only person I could talk to about this.But now, he wasn’t picking up.I exhaled sharply, gripping the wheel tighter.What was I supposed to do if Ray wasn’t there? If something had happened?No. No, I couldn’t think like that. He was fine. He had to be. He was probab

ERICAI stared at him, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind struggling to process what I had just heard. The words still echoed in my ears, circling in my head like they couldn’t be real.Erica, I love you.No. No, he didn’t. He couldn’t.I blinked, swallowing hard as I tried to find the right words, but nothing came out. My throat felt tight, like something was lodged there, preventing me from speaking.Raffael watched me, his face unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes held something different tonight. Something I wasn’t used to seeing from him.Honesty.Vulnerability.I shook my head slightly, letting out a breathless laugh. “You don’t mean that.”His jaw clenched. “I do.”I forced another laugh, but it felt hollow, empty. “Raffael, come on. You don’t just—just say things like that.”His gaze never wavered. “I’m not just saying it.”I felt my stomach twist painfully. This had to be some kind of game. Some twisted joke. He was playing with me, just like he always did.“You’re lying,”