Semua Bab Ten Sinful Commandments : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lydia had never experienced silence this loud. She stood barefoot in Damian’s penthouse, her clothes half-torn, lips bruised from a kiss that felt more like a war than foreplay. Her skin still tingled, marked by his mouth, his hands, his teeth. Her body screamed for more, but her mind reeled. He hadn’t said a word since the message on her phone. They’re closer than you think. Trust no one. Damian poured himself a drink, the ice clinking like a countdown. His jaw was tense, eyes dark and unreadable as he leaned against the bar. Shirt unbuttoned. Chest rising slowly. Like he was fighting himself. “Say something,” she whispered, still breathless from what they’d just done—what they kept doing. “You shouldn’t have seen that message.” His voice was low, dangerous. “Who sent it?” “Wouldn’t I tell you if I knew?” she snapped, grabbing her coat. Her fingers shook. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said sharply, stalking toward her. “Not anymore.” She blinked. “What the hell does that mean?

Lydia didn’t sleep.Not after what she’d seen on the flash drive.Not after discovering that her own body, her own memories, had been tampered with like they were part of a twisted lab experiment.Her head was pounding. Her chest ached with betrayal.She stormed into Damian’s penthouse without a call or warning. The concierge didn’t dare stop her. Maybe they saw the fire in her eyes. Maybe Damian had already trained the world to move when she wanted to burn.He was sitting at the piano, shirtless, back muscles tensed as his fingers moved over ivory keys. The melody was haunting—like something composed for a funeral.“You lied to me,” she said, loud enough to kill the music.His hands stilled. Slowly, he turned on the bench to face her.“I did more than that,” Damian said. “And I won’t deny it.”“You filmed me. You erased things. You made me sign a contract I don’t remember.”She took a step closer, fury trembling in her voice. “You rewrote me.”“No.” He stood. “I unburied you.”She fl

Lydia’s breath hitched as Damian’s fingertips traced lazy patterns across her bare shoulder. The dim glow of the penthouse cast shadows that danced along the curves of her skin, pulling her deeper into the magnetic pull between them. Every nerve screamed for more—more touch, more heat, more of the dangerous promise in his eyes.But beneath the hunger, an ache lurked—questions she dared not voice. The secret Damian guarded, the stakes behind the Ten Sinful Commandments, and the dark consequences that waited for them both.“You have to choose, Lydia,” Damian murmured, voice rough, “Expose me… or save me.”Her pulse thundered, mind spinning. Could she trust him? Could she surrender fully when everything they’d built could shatter with one wrong move?A soft knock broke the moment. Damian’s jaw clenched as the door creaked open, revealing a woman with ice-blue eyes—Lucille. She smiled knowingly, a shadow of past whispered betrayals flickering in the air.“Time’s almost up,” Lucille said,

Lydia stood barefoot in the heart of Damian’s penthouse library, wrapped in his shirt, her body still marked from their last sinfully heated encounter. But now, everything felt… different.Rawer. Dangerous.“What do you mean the Commandments were your father’s?” she asked, voice hoarse, still winded from the truth.Damian stepped closer. Shirtless. His toned chest marked with faint old scars—one she hadn’t noticed before that curved near his ribs like a brand.“He created them as a system. A psychological framework,” he said. “He believed pleasure was the best way to control, manipulate… and eventually own someone.”Lydia’s stomach turned. “You used them on me.”“I thought I was using them.” He touched her jaw. “But it was always you in control, Lydia. You broke every rule, and I still begged for more.”She looked away, needing air, needing space—but he followed.“Then what happens now?” she whispered. “Now that we’ve broken every rule?”Damian’s eyes narrowed. “Now… the real game beg

The moment Lydia opened that envelope, the world tilted.Inside was a single note. Handwritten. Bold strokes that bled urgency and obsession:“Number 11 was never supposed to make it this far. But if you’re reading this… it means she did.Terminate. Or fall with her.”Her blood ran cold.She turned the paper over—nothing else. No signature, no date, just that brutal ultimatum.“Terminate…”Her name—her number—was part of something bigger. Something horrifying. Damian hadn’t just broken rules to keep her. He had rewritten them.And someone else had been watching.Lydia stood naked in the mirror, the faint marks of their night together painting her skin like bruised poetry. Her reflection wasn’t the same woman who walked into Damian’s office weeks ago.She wasn’t fragile anymore.She was dangerous.And dangerously in love.He appeared behind her, towel slung low on his hips, watching her quietly.“You opened it,” he said.“I did,” she replied. “And now you’re going to tell me who the he