บททั้งหมดของ Saint Or Sinner? : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Camila's Point Of View The morning light seeped through my curtains, spilling golden streaks across the floor, but it didn't warm me.It didn't soothe the ache buried deep in my chest. It was just another day, another morning where the weight of everything pressed down on me, making it hard to move, to breathe, to exist.I curled deeper into my blankets, my body heavy with exhaustion, though I'd barely slept.My thoughts had been relentless, circling back to the same tormenting memories—Luciano's voice, his touch, the way he looked at me as if I was his entire world. The way he shattered mine.I wasn't ready to face the world—not today, not yet. But for Kira, I had to.With a shaky breath, I forced myself to sit up, my feet touching the cold wooden floor.I stared at it blankly, as if waiting for it to swallow me whole.Outside my room, I could hear the muffled chatter of my sister and Ava. Their laughter was light, easy—so painfully distant from me. Like I was watching them from beh

Camila's Point Of ViewI had spent too many days drowning in my emotions, feeling lost in the aftermath of everything that happened. But today, I was done wallowing. I needed to take control of my life again.So, I got a new job.It wasn't glamorous: just a secretary position at a respectable firm. but it was mine.I wanted something stable, something that had nothing to do with him.The manager, a middle-aged woman named Mrs. Edwards, had been kind during my interview. She was impressed by my organization skills, quick thinking, and the designs I had created.She even suggested that I consider pursuing fashion design as an independent career. I simply smiled, appreciating the thought but knowing it wasn't my path—at least not right now.Maybe someday, but today, I needed something different.By the time I walked out of the office, I had an offer in my hands."You'll start next week," she had said, smiling warmly. "That should give you time to get everything in order."I nodded, gra

I arrived in Italy—Venice, to be precise.The city was breathtaking, a living postcard of narrow canals, grand bridges, and golden-hued buildings that seemed to hum with history.But beneath my admiration, a quiet apprehension coiled in my chest. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, shutting off the worry building up.The moment my phone switched on, Ava's name flashed across the screen.I huffed a laugh, shaking my head. She couldn't even wait for me to settle in before checking up on me.I didn't get chance to message her when a voice came. "Signora."I looked up to find a suited man holding up a card with my name on it.His voice was smooth, professional, the kind of person who had probably seen all types of people pass through this city.He moved quickly, helping me load my suitcase into the trunk with an effortless efficiency."Thank you," I murmured, sliding into the car.I handed him my phone, showing him the address Mr. Dae-seong, my new boss, had sent me.Mr. Dae-seong—a

It's been a week since I started working with Ms. Aurora, and to be honest, I regret agreeing to take on the role as a representative at Mr. Dae-Seong's request.Every day felt like a torturous exercise in patience and diplomacy—a constant battle against her arrogant attitude.I complained to Mr. Dae-Seong, but all he says is, "Be strong. That's just how she is," as if that were a sufficient excuse for her endless demands and dismissive behavior.I tried to understand, to find some redeeming quality in her actions, but it's like trying to find light in a black hole.The frustration builds, making it increasingly difficult to bite my tongue and swallow my anger. But I have to do this for Mr. Dae-Seong, for his sake, if not my own.My gaze drifts to the 110th file stacked on my desk—a mountain of paperwork I've been battling with all day.I was exhausted, my body aching from the relentless work.The best job I ever had was being Luciano's model. I received lavish perks—free spa treatmen

Pain shot through my head, a blinding white light flashing behind my eyelids. They felt heavy. I struggled, every muscle in my body protesting, and finally managed to pry them open. My vision swam, blurring the room into a hazy mess. I sat up, heart pounding. This wasn't my hotel suite. Where was I?The memories of the night flooded back, a blurred blend of images. The dinner, the champagne, the way he'd been watching me. His eyes, those dark, piercing eyes, seemed to hold a strange intensity.So Luciano really drugged me, and to think he had it planned with Ms. Aurora aggravated me more.I was about to fling back the covers and leave when the door slammed open.He stood there, a vision of raw power in his gray sweats, his chest and abs sculpted with tattoos, a dangerous, captivating display.His gaze landed on me, and a flicker of something dark passed over his usually Stoic features."I see you're awake. How are you feeling, Gem?"He climbed into the bed, his presence filling th