Semua Bab Saint by Day,Sinner by Night: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Serena's POVThe liquid of the wine sloshed slightly as I strode toward Naomi and Damian. The feel of Myles’ ring on my finger was the only reminder that I had the power to do what I wanted as the pretend wife of Myles Voss. But right now, I wasn’t Serena Lancaster, dutiful contract wife. I was Serena Lancaster, scorned by Damian!Naomi’s eyes flicked up as I approached and her lips twisting into that practiced smile, the one that had fooled me into thinking she was my best friend.“Serena,” she purred, tilting her head. “You look radiant. Let's hope this look stays to hide the not so good look beneath it.” She said sarcastically.The sweetness in her voice was poison, and I refused to swallow it. “Funny,” I said, my voice dripping with venom. “I don’t remember sending you an invitation.”Damian stiffened with his gaze darting between us like a man caught in crossfire. “Serena, come on… Do we have to do this? You, Myles…”“Oh?” I cut him off, taking a deliberate sip of my wine. “Did

Serena's POV“You'll be fine, Mrs Voss. We are here to protect you.” Theo said soothingly. Or at least that was what he said was his name.The man was twice as old as Myles but had introduced himself as a friend of Myles. Some strange friends, Myles kept huh? But the man question weighing heavily on my mind even when we drove back home was, who the hell were those people?!We were not at the Voss family house, and neither were we at my apartment. We were at a two-step bungalow, simple-looking yet expensive. I knew one or two things about architectural design, and due to the designs, I could tell this was quite an expensive house.The moment had arrived, and Theo had issued orders to the rest of the men to set up a perimeter and to stay 'frosty' or whatever the hell that was. Theo in question looked sharp and moved with an agility that preceded his age. There was something about him that made me feel he was in the military or something like that.“Who were those people?” I asked skepti

Myles's POV“Can I at least get out of this fucking Wedding gown?” She asked rather rudely after a moment's silence between us.“Upstairs..” I gestured towards the stairs. “You have a fully stacked wardrobe there with all the necessities.”I saw her eyes narrow skeptically.“Yes, this is where we'll be staying.” I nodded, answering the question I knew was just beginning to form on her lips. “Just bought the house. Married now, so like any other Voss, I'm free to live outside the family house.”“Are we…” She hesitated. “Are we going to be sleeping together? Like in the same room?”“No.” I snapped. That was sharper than I had intended to but her question annoyed me somehow. We'd discussed this time and time again that we were both going to sleep in different rooms, and it was there in the damn contract she signed. Why was she bringing it up again?“You have the second floor all to yourself. I have the ground floor. Like I said, you'll find all that you need up there. I'll do my best to

Myles's POVEmployees shuffled from foot to foot, with some bowing their heads like children caught in mischief. I silently glared at them, waiting for the mastermind to give themselves up.“I brought up the idea.” Naomi suddenly stepped forward nervously.“We... we did.” Damian joined her, looking just as nervous. “It was actually our idea.”I fixed my gaze intensively on them while they cowered nervously in fear.“With all the chaos going on, with the company's reputation at risk and only moments away from being tarnished, you had the time to plan this? What is it? A celebration for a wedding that almost turned to a blood bath?!” I growled.“We... we're sorry..” Damian stuttered. “We thought it would be a good way to ease off all the stress of the past few days.”“By celebrating when we should be putting on our war faces?!” I snapped.“We're sorry, Mr Voss,” Naomi said in a small voice. “It… It's never going to happen again.”“You're damn right, it's never going to happen again,” I

Myles's POVI woke up very early, earlier than usual and left the house before Serena could wake up. I could say the reason why I fled the house so early was just to get out before she woke up, but the reason was different. I had a court hearing to attend.I finally stepped through the doors of the courthouse with a briefcase in hand like a weapon waiting to be drawn. My Italian shoes echoed across the polished floor as I walked past security and entered the courtroom where it would all play out.The press had shown up in droves. Cameras were stationed outside. Reporters were whispering my name with the same breath they used for blood and scandal gists. They weren’t here for the legal nuances of property law. They were here for the spectacle. For the righteous crusader attorney vs. the gleaming monster in a thousand-dollar suit.I spotted Murphy Murdock seated in the gallery just behind his legal bulldog…Sterling King.King was everything his name suggested. He was suave, slippery, s