Semua Bab Sinful Escape : Bab 51 - Bab 59

Chapter 10 - A Beautiful WeaponSERA'S POVThe low hum of jazz filtered through the penthouse suite. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I poured wine into two glasses, wearing a silk robe that clung to every curve. Across from me sat Damien Kerrick, one of Ethan’s most trusted financial advisors. A man with weak principles, expensive tastes, and a predictable weakness for beautiful women.I was all of those things tonight.He smiled like he’d already won, like he had any idea what game he was playing. I slid the glass across the table, leaned forward just enough to show a glimpse of the black lace beneath the robe, and watched him swallow hard."To secrets," I said, raising my glass.He chuckled. "And to the women who keep them well."Idiot.Ten minutes later, he was in my bed, drunk on my body and lust. He didn’t notice when I slipped out of his arms, didn’t stir as I padded across the room and opened his briefcase.Passwords were no match for me. I had memorized the sequ

Chapter 12: Mind Games and Melted SteelSERA'S POVEverything about Raven screamed control—flawless smiles, pristine heels, that constant click of confidence whenever she walked into a room. But even queens could crumble. And tonight, I wanted to see her crack.I started small. An anonymous gift box on her desk—a perfume she once gifted me. A faint trace of jasmine that lingered in the air like a ghost. Then, the note:"You smell like regret."No name. No signature.I watched from a distance, sipping wine behind tinted glass as Raven tore open the box and paled. Her fingers trembled, and for a moment, the facade cracked. She clutched the note as if it might bite her.Phase one: complete.I began planting more signs. A lipstick she couldn’t find in months suddenly reappeared on her dressing table. A song i loved playing echoed at an art gallery Raven frequented. My favorite move? Having her receive a bouquet of black lilies—My favorite flower—the exact ones Raven had banned after the f

Chapter 14 – Echoes of the Past and Tastes of the ForbiddenRAVEN’S POVThe rain outside echoed through the tall windows, creating a haunting rhythm against the glass. Everything about the estate felt colder lately—especially Ethan. He had become distant. His kisses were shallow, his touches rehearsed, and his eyes... they were always somewhere else.Tonight, I was restless.I wandered into the old study—a place I rarely visited. It was filled with relics of the past: dusty books, portraits, and things better left untouched. I didn’t come here for nostalgia. I came here because something felt off. Like a whisper trailing my every step.A creaking floorboard beneath the rug caught my attention. Curious, I pulled the rug aside and found a loose wooden plank. Beneath it, tucked in a dust-covered box, was a journal.It was old. The leather cover cracked, pages curled at the edges.I flipped it open. The handwriting was elegant, almost obsessive. Names. Dates. Sketches. But what caught my

Chapter 16 – Fractured Trust and Caged Fire POV – Sera (as Arianna Vale)The money trail had to be perfect. Not flashy. Not sloppy. Just subtle enough to raise suspicion and ruin everything.I spent weeks threading it together—fake vendor names, altered invoices, redirected payments, all planted inside one of Ethan’s lesser-known subsidiaries. Virexon Industries. The same company he barely touched anymore, except for the fact it still linked to his name.And now, it was time for it to burn.I sat alone in Leon’s private study, the soft glow from the screen painting golden patterns across the floor. I hit send on the anonymous tip to the Financial Crimes Task Force. Another copy, encrypted, went to a journalist I once seduced three years ago—just enough charm to keep him hungry for more.Ethan Carter would be accused of laundering money through his own firm by sunrise. And it would be Raven who'd get blamed first.I leaned back in the chair and let the silence wash over me. Clean. Eff

Chapter 18: I’m Coming For What’s MineSERAThe city never slept, and neither did I. Not tonight.My gloved fingers moved with practiced grace as I typed a line into a burner phone, the screen casting a faint glow against my smirk."I’m coming for what’s mine."I hit send.The message was brief, sharp, and calculated—a direct shot into Raven’s carefully curated world. She wouldn’t know who sent it. But it would hit her like a whisper from a ghost. The ghost of the woman she thought she destroyed.My heels echoed in the darkness as I stepped out of the black car, my long coat flowing behind me like a shadow. The air was thick with industrial fumes. Ahead of me stood one of Ethan Carter's distribution warehouses—empty now, thanks to the false shipment delays I’d arranged. Delays no one could trace back to me.Inside it were traces of illegal shipping logs. Fake invoices. Shell companies. All connected to Ethan. All ripe for ruin.I exhaled slowly, dragging a thin silver lighter from my