All Chapters of The Sin Etched in Her Soul: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Genevieve’s POV:I walked quickly scurrying past the way too big crowd of people, my rugged heavy breaths making it look as if I had just come after running a marathon. I wiped the sweat dripping off my forehead from the back of my hand as I took a glance at my watch; 8:15 ‘late’ With a huge sigh I made my legs move faster, if that was even possible. I looked down to see what I actually was wearing, a cream frilly blouse with pearls and blue boot cut jeans, seriously? I thought. No one dressed like this anymore, but once again I didn’t care what I wore. Who would believe I was the wife of Jaxon Black? A smile as large as the ones they show in those toothpaste commercials etched on my face at the thought of my husband. I didn’t think anyone would believe that, that good looking handsome was all mine! Now even more determined to get home quickly and be with him, I walked, more like sprinting.Finally, I spotted the beautiful white mansion, standing as tall and sturdy as its master; my

Genevieve’s POV: I woke up with a start, drenched in cold sweat, my clothes stuck to my body and I couldn’t help but shake all over. I glanced towards the alarm clock beside my bed to see that it was 2 in the morning. Jaxon wasn’t home yet; the left side of the bed was still cold and empty. My hand lingered on his pillow and my heart ached at his absence. I still remember those days when Jaxon wouldn’t even sleep with me on the same bed, the exact words he said and I quote was that ‘he was repulsed to even stand near me. I was thankful when his father made him sleep in the same bed with me as the constant nightmares of my parents car accident couldn’t allow me to sleep peacefully.I had forgiven him for those words a long time ago, I understood that he was forced into this marriage against his consent; the one thing Jaxon Black hated was to lose control. I remember when I was 10 and my best friend had broken my favorite doll I was furious, even swore to never talk to her, but that

Jaxon’s POV: The exhilaration and adrenaline inside the room was as addicting as a casino, this was what I loved about gambling, the thrill of the game could make you rub your hands in delight. This was what I called my sheer happiness or my sanity. In my opinion three things can calm a man; a woman who keeps him happy, getting drunk or in my case gambling your wits out. People often term gambling as a path to catastrophe, but what could be more catastrophic than my unhappy life, I laughed at the irony.I relished gambling, it made me feel powerful and in control, today was no different. The key to my addiction is that I never lose; Jaxon Edward Black never lost a single game since the past two years.I stretched my legs apart, comfortably easing my back on the couch and confidently gazed around the table, smirking at those who seemed slightly nervous observing me. The only person who dared to stare back without a flinch was sitting right across from me. Antonio De Luca, he was a ma