All Chapters of Saint Or Sinner? : Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

~Luciano~"I think we got a head on who it is" Russo walked in with a serious look on his face.I looked up from my laptop waiting for him to continue. "I suspect lago Othello" the name was enough to make my blood run cold and I clenched my jaw angrily."How? I thought he stopped the business" I seethed out."Exactly Luciano, he used that as an excuse so no one will ever think or suspect if he does anything. And he knows about her already, he met her at the party that night."I clenched my fist and banged the table."Hire more body guards for her and we have to get him before he does anything" he stiffly nodded. Lago Othello caused us so much pain in the past and it's time to put an end to him."One more thing Don" I raised a brow at him."I don't think Dylan Chris is entirely good" that caught my attention. "Why?" "I didn't see anything about him but from all Ava told me I think he is too good to be true"."Ava? What did she say?" I inquired."She told me about his long time feelin

I woke up feeling unusually refreshed, the warmth of the sun creeping through the curtains and casting a soft glow around the room.I slipped into a robe, tied my hair into a messy ponytail, and made my way to the kitchen, anticipating a quiet morning alone. But when I entered, Damon was already there, bustling around."Bonjour, chef," I greeted, my voice light and teasing as I leaned against the doorway.Damon spun around, flashing that trademark smile of his."Bonjour, mademoiselle," he replied, his French accent smooth and comforting, like a melody I'd started to adore.The past few days with Damon had been a blur of laughter, good food, and a few lessons in French. Nothing too serious, just enough for me to pick up a few greetings and the five magic words I'd heard so many times.I stretched, then glanced at him, still trying to wake up fully. "So, what's for breakfast today?"Damon raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "I don't know, you decide."I groaned dramatically, crossing

The sprawling mansion felt like a damn maze, and my patience was hanging by a thread. I'd been searching for Luciano for what felt like hours, my frustration mounting with every wrong turn and dead end.Where the hell did he expect me to find him in a place this massive?Storming back to the kitchen, I shoved the door open, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor."Damon," I snapped, my voice laced with irritation. "Where the hell is your boss?"The man barely flinched, continuing to wipe his knife with the precision of someone who had all the time in the world. Finally, he glanced up at me with mild amusement."He should be in his study."I exhaled sharply, my fingers curling into fists. "And where the hell is that?"Damon sighed, dropping the knife onto the cutting board before wiping his hands on a cloth. "Come on, I'll show you."I followed him through the dimly lit hallway, my footsteps echoing against the marble floors. The further we walked, the quieter the mansio

We all sat on the black sofa in Luciano's office, silence resting thickly between us until he finally spoke."Ava," he called.She stood immediately. "Yes, Don.""You said something about Dylan Chris being connected to Lago Othello?"Lago Othello? Dylan?Confusion tightened my chest. My brows furrowed as questions swirled in my head.What has Ava really been hiding?I said nothing—just kept still, waiting for her to speak."Yes, Don.""I need you to explain why you think that."She poked the inside of her cheek with her tongue, hesitating for a moment before finally speaking."The day after Camila left for Italy, I had to drop Kira off at Dylan's place—I was going to be out of town for the week. I thought he wasn't home, so I was about to send him a text, letting him know Kira would be staying. But then I heard his voice coming from his bedroom."She paused, looking conflicted. "I know I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but... he was speaking in Italian. That caught me off guard. He's Eng