All Chapters of Corrupt Temptation: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

IVYThe sun, a brilliant gold orb in the morning sky, cast long, dramatic shadows across the bedroom. But for all its warmth and light, it couldn't fully dispel the chilling remnants of my nightmare. I sat up in bed, wrapped in the silk sheets, a single thought echoing in my mind, Willa. The fear had receded, but it had left behind a cold, hard certainty. The girl in my dream was not the sister I remembered. The hatred in her eyes was a tangible thing, a promise of a pain yet to come. I had to talk to Sloan. I had to tell him everything—the dreams, the feeling of dread, the premonition that my past was about to collide with my present in the most terrifying way possible.I was still sitting there, lost in my thoughts, when the door opened and Sloan stepped inside. He was dressed in a dark suit, his face a careful mask of control. But I could see the worry in his eyes, the subtle tension in his jaw. The last time we had spoken, I had been consumed by fear and anger, lashing out at hi

Author's pov.Ivette had barely left the kitchen, disappearing into the darkness of the left hallway like a whisper when Lily reappeared. Following her swift steps the younger maid returned from the pantry with a tiny jar of honey in her cautiously held hand. As she turned the corner she just managed to catch a glimpse of a brief dark silhouette that disappeared so fast that she thought it was a trick of the morning light. She was already focused on the current task—giving Ivy's tea the finishing delightful touch. Lily's brow furrowed in concentration she hurried to the silver tray. She took pride in her methodical approach and painstaking attention to detail. The kitchen door opened again just as she was ready to pour honey into the tiny fragile teapot. It was Sophia this time with a light hurried patter of her own footsteps. She appeared to be searching for a snack or a glass of water to start her day as she moved purposefully and looked around the room. Sophia's voice was cheer

IVY. “Sloan you’ve been holding my hand all day.” I uttered the words with a quiet chuckle. He made reassuring circles with his thumb on the back of my hand a motion that had grown accustomed to me over the previous few weeks. I rested my head on his shoulder and leaned into him as his cologne which smelled of sandalwood and something uniquely his filled the air around us. His presence was a continual source of strength even though my body still felt brittle and a little unsteady.“I can't help it.” he muttered in a low rumbling voice. “I'm unwilling to let go. Not for a single moment.” In the tender silence there was a gentle knock on the door. I said Come in and Sophia was there with a smile on her face as the door opened. She brought a big silver tray filled with my favorite things: a pot of freshly brewed coffee a colorful assortment of sliced fruits and golden brown toast. After a life that had been anything but normal lately the coffees aroma was a welcome comfort. Sophia

VICTOR The drive was long, an endless, monotonous stretch of highway that seemed to mirror the silence in the car. I didn't bother to tell her where we were going. There was no need. A pawn doesn't need to know the next move; it just needs to know it's being moved. Willa sat in the passenger seat, a small, quiet figure, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. I could feel her fear radiating off her in waves, a palpable energy that was both a little annoying and perfectly useful. Fear makes people compliant. It makes them desperate for a safe harbor, no matter how flimsy or dangerous that harbor might be.I watched the city lights fade into the rearview mirror, replaced by the deep, inky black of the countryside. The road narrowed, becoming a winding, unpaved track that cut through a dense forest. The facility was deliberately placed. Secluded, private, and difficult to find. We were a good two hours from the estate, and the isolation was exactly what I wanted.Finally, the trees part

WILLA.The tour of the "grand facility" was a chilling procession through a house of horrors disguised as a school. I walked through cold, echoing hallways, past doors that were either locked or ajar, revealing young people who looked more like ghosts than students. The grim reality of the place, with its stained walls and flickering lights, was a sharp contrast to the silky promises of Victor and Ivette.Finally, a guard led me to a small, nondescript door and pushed it open. "This is your room," he grunted, his face a hard mask. "It's a five-to-one, but you'll be getting it all to yourself, for now."I stepped inside and my heart sank. It was a concrete box. The room was small, with a single, small window high on one wall. A narrow bed with a thin mattress was pushed against the opposite wall. The floor was bare, a cold slab of cement, and the air was thick with the smell of mold and old fear. The guard left without another word, the heavy metal door clicking shut behind him with