All Chapters of Sinful Desires: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Miguel huddled in the corner of the dark closet, his small body trembling. The men had shoved him in here after rushing through the hallways. Something about gunfire on the lower levels had made them pause."Stay quiet or I'll shut you up myself," one of them had growled before slamming the door.Miguel pulled his knees to his chest, trying to stop the tears. He wanted his mommy. He wanted to go home.Outside, he heard the men arguing."Santiago was supposed to meet us here," the first guard said. "We can't move the kid without backup.""Xavier wants him on that helicopter now!" the second guard snapped."You wanna walk through a firefight carrying a screaming kid? Be my guest."Heavy footsteps approached. Miguel held his breath."Where's Santiago?" a new voice asked.Miguel recognized it. Thomas. One of Uncle Xavier's men who sometimes brought him food. He wasn't as mean as the others."Don't know. He's not answering his radio," the first guard replied. "We're waiting for—"A sudden

Victor's boots pounded against the metal stairs as he raced upward. His lungs burned, his muscles screamed, but he kept going. Nothing would stop him from reaching Miguel.The sounds of battle echoed from below—gunshots, shouting, explosions—but all Victor could hear was his own heartbeat thundering in his ears.Hold on, son. I'm coming.He reached a landing and paused, pressing his back against the wall as he heard footsteps above. Two of Xavier's guards were coming down, weapons at the ready. Victor steadied his breathing, waiting.The moment the first guard rounded the corner, Victor struck. His gun fired once, twice. The guard dropped without a sound. The second guard barely had time to raise his weapon before Victor's bullet found his chest.Blood trickled down Victor's arm from a bullet graze, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear gripping his heart. Fear of being too late. Fear of losing the son he'd only just discovered.He continued up the stairs, his movements swift

The roof access door crashed open again, the sound echoing across the rooftop like a gunshot.Victor's heart skipped a beat. Time seemed to slow down as Selena stumbled through the doorway, her face bruised with purple and yellow marks, her dark hair tangled around her shoulders like a storm cloud. Despite everything—the betrayal, the years of pain—his chest tightened at the sight of her. She was still beautiful, still the woman who haunted his dreams."Selena," he whispered, the name catching in his throat.Xavier's laugh cut through the tension, sharp as a knife. "Perfect timing!" he called out, his eyes gleaming with cruel delight. "Tell Victor the truth about us, Selena. Tell him how eagerly you came to my bed after I shot him."Victor felt each word like a physical blow, but kept his face blank. He couldn't show weakness. Not now. Not with Xavier's gun still pointed at his head.Selena's eyes locked on Xavier, hatred burning in their depths like fire. She moved forward slowly, he

The helicopter blades slowed as they landed at Victor's estate. The night had been long. Too long. Bodies had been cleaned up, loose ends tied, and wounds patched. Victor carried a sleeping Miguel in his arms, the boy's small head resting against his shoulder. Each breath from his son felt like a miracle—a child he hadn't known existed just weeks ago. Behind him, Selena limped up the marble steps of the mansion, her face still bearing the marks of Xavier's cruelty. Thomas helped her walk, his own shoulder bandaged where the bullet had torn through. "Put her in the east wing," Victor told Gerald without looking at Selena. "She'll have everything she needs there." Something flashed across Selena's face—pain, understanding, resignation. She said nothing as Gerald led her away, her eyes lingering on Miguel's sleeping form. Victor stood in the grand foyer, his son in his arms, watching her disappear down the hallway. The space between them felt like miles. --- Three days passed in st

Maria's fingers trembled as she held Jordan's limp hand. The steady beep of hospital machines filled the sterile room. She hadn't left his side in three days. "You idiot," she whispered, her thumb tracing circles on his bruised knuckles. "You just had to play the hero." Jordan lay still, his face swollen and discolored. Tubes ran into his arms. A breathing mask covered his nose and mouth. The doctors had been clear—his chances weren't good. Broken ribs. Internal bleeding. Severe dehydration. His body had finally given out the moment they'd reached safety. Maria closed her eyes, the memory washing over her again. That second kiss. The way his arms had wrapped around her, pulling her close like she was his anchor in a storm. Then his eyes rolling back, his body crumpling to the ground. "Don't you dare die on me," she said. "Not after everything." A knock on the door made her look up. Gerald stood there, his side bandaged beneath his shirt. "How's our boy?" he asked, moving slowly i