All Chapters of FATED to SIN, BOUND by TIME: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Soraya’s POV“I am so damn tired,” I muttered the moment I stepped into the house, dropping my bag by the door. My feet ached, and my body felt like jelly. I was ready to collapse straight onto the couch.Before I could even take another step, I froze.Mom came rushing toward me, her hair loose and her night robe hanging carelessly off her shoulders. Her face looked pale, worried, and sleepless.I frowned and glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s past three in the morning,” I mumbled. “Why are you awake?”But as soon as the words left my mouth, a cold rush of panic swept through me. Her expression wasn’t just tired—it was fearful.My heart started pounding. “Mom, did something happen? Who’s hurt? Were you robbed?” I asked, my voice rising with each question.She shook her head quickly, her lips trembling. “I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice cracking.That tone alone made my stomach twist. I rushed to her side and gently grabbed her shoulders, trying to steady both of us.“Mom,

Evelyn’s POVI walked out of the office with a headache and felt completely drained.Ever since that talk yesterday, Soraya had refused to come down for dinner or even speak to anyone. I’d had to pretend everything was fine, lying to Arielle and saying Soraya was just stressed from work so she wouldn’t bother her.Cassian must’ve noticed my mood because he tried to cheer me up, but I couldn’t bring myself to laugh. This was the first time I had ever raised my voice at Soraya, and it left a heavy ache in my chest.First, it was Arielle who disliked Cassian silently — now it was Soraya openly disrespecting him, saying cruel things to make me hate him.“What’s up with you? Trouble in paradise already, darling?” Charity asked, appearing beside me as I headed for my car.“I just have a headache,” I said, trying to keep my tone light as I unlocked the door.She touched my shoulder gently. “Did my charm fail you? Is that why you’re in such a mood?”I turned to her, meeting her eyes seriously

Cassian's POV I stood there helplessly, watching Arielle stare at Evelyn for what felt like the longest minute of my life. Her eyes were swollen, her lashes clumped from tears that hadn’t even dried yet. And all I could think was—I did that. I pushed her to this edge.Arielle finally looked at me, and the moment our gazes met, I already knew. I could see the war in her eyes, the guilt tearing through her, the love she tried pretending wasn’t there… and the loyalty she could never abandon. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what she was going to pick. I’d known since the day I fell for her that if it ever came down to family versus me, she would always choose them.“Arielle, I asked you a question,” Evelyn said sharply. “Him or us?”Arielle flinched. Her hand moved instinctively toward mine—just a small reach, barely a breath of movement—but it shocked me. It meant she was considering me. Even here. Even now. Even with everyone watching.But Soraya cut in before that moment could become anything

Cassian’s POV I folded another shirt and tossed it into the suitcase, trying to keep my hands busy because my mind was a mess I couldn’t control. My chest felt tight, and every breath hurt like I was forcing it through a cracked rib. I sniffed hard and blinked through the blur in my eyes, pretending the sting was from the bright lights and not from the fact that I was breaking apart.My phone was off, not because I wanted distance — but because I didn’t trust myself. I could already imagine it: her name lighting up the screen and me grabbing my keys like a desperate man, driving all the way back just to hold her, to wipe her tears, and apologize for every wrong moment that led us to this point. I was afraid of myself, of my weakness around her. One call and I’d crumble.When the door opened with a soft creak, I stiffened immediately.“Cassian,” Slash’s voice filled the room.I let out a breath and kept packing. I didn’t turn because I didn't want him to see the state I was in.“Oh, s

Soraya’s POV“I should just swallow my pride and talk to her,” I told Mom quietly.She let out a long, tired huff and sank onto her bed, as if she didn’t even have the strength left to argue.“What makes you think she’ll give in? It’s been almost a month.” Her voice wasn’t angry, just defeated.And I understood why.Ever since Cassian left, the house felt like someone had sucked the air out of it. We still moved around, still breathed, but none of us really felt alive. Arielle didn’t fight, yell, or complain. She greeted us but didn’t talk. She kept to her room every single day. When Mom begged her to eat with us, she simply stopped eating. Two days, then three… until Mom backed off out of fear.Her collarbone was sticking out now. Her wrists looked smaller and her pajamas hung on her like they belonged to someone else.And the worst part? When the house got quiet, we could hear her crying—sobs that carried through the walls no matter how much she tried to hide them.Mom cried too