Lahat ng Kabanata ng To Sin. To Moan. To Feel.: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Arya's POV.The silence in the dark room was unbelievable. Darkness lingered even though some light filtered in through a crack in the wall... it barely did anything to chase away the shadows inside me. I’d been here too long. Too long with nothing but my breath and my thoughts to keep me company.My eyes were sore from crying, and my wrists stung against the ropes, now slick with dried blood and sweat. I tried not to cry anymore...tears felt like a waste. But every time I remembered Lucas… every time I thought about him, about how he must be going out of his mind, my chest caved in again.Then I heard footsteps.That same gait. Slow, heavy, deliberate. My body went still. My heart paused for a second as the metal door groaned open.Martin.Ofcourse it's him. He didn’t look angry this time. His shoulders were slumped, his eyes… softer. Tired. Worn. Broken.He dragged a chair with a loud scrape across the dusty floor and sat in front of me. No mocking laughter. No bitter smirks. Just

Book two. My boyfriend's irresistible uncle.Blurb: Chloe was in love with her boyfriend, contented and happy. But what happens when, due to unavoidable circumstance, she bumps into his uncle? And surprisingly, felt a spark she has never felt with her boyfriend before? Will the obstacles and hurdles surrounding their spark let it blossom? Or would she protect the heart of her boyfriend at the expense of her own pleasure?Chapter One: Wrong Door, Right Temptation.Chloe's POV.I should’ve known I took a wrong turn.It was my first time visiting Hayes, my boyfriend.He had given me directions through the endless corridors of his family's estate, but I'd been distracted by the antique paintings and the richly decorated aesthetics. I opened the door I thought led to his room, only to find something else entirely.And someone else.My fingers were still on the doorknob when the bathroom door creaked open.Steam poured out like a slow moving cloud, wrapping around the figure that emerged.

Arya's POV. I had been tossing and turning for over an hour in the guest bedroom Hayes had shown me to. The sheets were soft. The room was perfectly cool. Everything should have been ideal for sleep... except my mind wouldn’t stop replaying him. Hardin. The way he looked at me across that candlelit table. Like I was the only thing worth seeing in a room full of everything. The air between us had felt electric... like a live wire was thrumming under my skin every time he spoke. It wasn’t just what he said. It was how he said it. Like we were in on some shared secret… like he could see through my composure and into the chaos I was desperately trying to hide. I groaned and buried my face into the pillow. I was a terrible person. Hayes had kissed me goodnight like everything was normal. Like I wasn’t about to combust from the heat someone else had caused. I cared about Hayes. I did. He is safe, sweet, good. But good wasn’t what had me wide awake at nearly 1 am, biting my li

Chloe's POV.The door clicked shut behind Hardin, and the silence that followed was deafening.I stood there, wrapped in nothing but a towel and guilt, staring at the space where he had just been... tall, confident, dangerous. My skin still tingled where his fingers had brushed my cheek, and even though I wanted to scrub away the feeling, part of me didn’t want to forget it. Part of me wanted to remember every godforsaken second of that encounter.I squeezed my eyes shut.“What is wrong with me?” I whispered into the still air.I was supposed to be getting dressed. Hayes was waiting downstairs, completely unaware that the woman he called his girlfriend had just been mere inches away from kissing his uncle. Again.And God… I wanted to. Every time Hardin looked at me like that, like I was something forbidden and precious at once, my chest tightened and my knees threatened to give out.But I didn’t give in.Not yet.I threw on my clothes in a hurry, opting for the simple black jeans and

Chloe's POV.I couldn’t breathe in my own apartment.Everything felt heavy.The air, my body, my thoughts. Especially my thoughts.The moment I opened my eyes this morning, I was still trembling from the dream. Last night.I didn’t dare describe it to anyone. God, I could barely admit it to myself. But it felt so real. The way his mouth moved on mine. The way his hands. I let out a groan, yanking my pillow over my face.“This is not happening,” I muttered into the fabric. “This is not me.”But it was. And it had been building for days. Since the moment I stepped into the wrong room and found Hardin standing there with nothing but a towel and that look in his eyes.I hadn’t seen Hayes since I left his house. I kept sending him quick excuses"Work's crazy", "Headache", "Need rest". I couldn’t face him. Not with the way my skin still remembered the way his uncle had looked at me like I was made of temptation and sin.I didn’t trust myself.And I definitely didn’t trust Hardin.Which is