Semua Bab His Favorite Sin: Bab 1 - Bab 5

Brinda's P.O.V “I can't believe it! I’m finally getting married to the man of my dreams!” I squealed with my lips wide open, spilling words of excitement. “Who could have thought that a nobody like me could find her missing rib? And now, look at me — the queen of them all!,” I intertwined my fingers. I grabbed onto the bedside table while my legs bounced on my bed like a giddy teenager, forgetting momentarily that I was a full-grown adult. But how could I not? Today was the happiest day of my life. A day I had only dared to dream of had now become my reality forever.I twirled around my room in my majestic, flawless white gown, singing my favorite song when I suddenly felt the weight of my heart in my chest. I felt the weight of the heart in my palm for a moment. Tears welled in my eyelids as my lips pressed together. “Oh, I wish my parents were alive to see their little princess walking down the aisle. But,” I whispered softly, “God knows best. I miss you both so much.”I stood b

Brinda's P.O.V As I kept walking on the lonely road, I hugged my arms tighter as the chilly wind pierced through me, every step dragging memories I couldn't outrun — some places I cried, others I screamed.”I reached out for my phone in my black purse while booking a cab, but my head kept screaming, “I need to get the fuck out of here,” I said, while banging my hand on my head. — — — —I kept glaring at the wooden building, rethinking every decision that led me here while bass vibrated through the floorboards and rattled my ribs — I closed my eyes for a second, letting it stitch something broken inside me back together. My heels clicked against the bar floor like I was ready to run, but the weight in my chest dragged me back — there was nowhere else to go. “Hey barman, get me the strongest drink you have — and be quick about it,” I said as tears streamed down my face. I muttered nonsense while disgusted eyes stared at me like I was crazy. The burn clawed down my throat like fire

Brinda's P. O. VJason paced the room like a man on edge, his steps tracing the same line over and over, like a scratched vinyl stuck on a chaotic loop. He looked like a psycho—no steering wheel, no brakes—just bottled rage spinning in circles.I watched him, my arms folded across my chest, silently daring him to explode.He paused, one hand rubbing his jaw like he could massage the truth out of it. His eyes lifted—sharp, unblinking—and locked on mine.“You should’ve told me,” he said flatly. But that look… that look could’ve stripped the paint off walls.I stepped forward, heart racing, fists clenching. “Do you fucking think I knew I was carrying your baby, Jason?” My voice cracked under the weight of unshed tears. “Seriously?”A beat of silence pulsed between us. He stared, lips drawn tight, chest heaving with unspoken words.Then he said the most absurd thing I’d ever heard in my life.“You’re coming with me. No child of mine is going to be born into that poverty-stricken life you’