All Chapters of SINFULLY HIS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

ElenaIt didn’t end. The silence in my head and in my ears. I hadn’t heard his voice for another two days, even after he had said he could come back soon.“Fuck, you’re a fast learner,” he had said with a chuckle that day. His witty comments rang in my heart as I darted my eyes over the book I was reading, not really understanding the words.A knock came on my door. It was definitely Celine.I had suspected her since she started asking too many questions, or rather, almost the same questions every day. But I could not confront her. Not yet.I opened the door, took the food from her hand, and shut the door before she could say anything.“Elena, what’s wrong?” she knocked on my door like she had been doing for the past few days. And whenever she did, she asked the same question about me and Rafael after pretending to care about how I was faring and coping with the new development. And I knew Enzo was listening from the dining table where he usually sat. Maybe he suspected her as I did.

Elena The look on his face tugged at my heart. My words cut deep, too deep. "I shouldn’t have said that," I slapped the warm water in the bathtub. Looking into my distorted reflection in the water, I curled up and sulked for as long as I could. When I was done sulking and felt like I didn’t totally hate myself anymore, I wanted to get dinner from Celine, but I opened the door to find a box sitting at my doorstep. I picked it up and took it to my room, anxiously opening it. It was a dress, a sky-blue dress with rhinestones adorning every crevice of it. The sleeves were made of net and flowed down. From the way it was made, it was an A-line wonder that glimmered in the lighting of my room. As I lifted it properly from the box, I saw a pair of silver heels and a jewellery box lying at the bottom. I knew who sent them, but so soon? When was the engagement ceremony? A knock suddenly came on my door, and before I could respond, the door was pushed open and the Don was standi

ElenaI stirred and sat up to meet the morning sun pouring into my room through the window.I had slept like a baby after what happened last night. Stretching, I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom. Rafael was back, and I knew he would be outside, and I couldn't wait to see him.After rushing through my morning routine, I hurried out.I took a deep breath to contain my excitement in case Celine saw us. But as I opened the door, it wasn't Rafael I saw at the dining table. It was Enzo.My rushing feet stopped themselves and I calmly walked to the dining where he was sitting."Hi," I said in a nervous sing-song voice, calling Enzo's attention. Though I think he noticed me, he didn't look or acknowledge me."Hi. Good morning." He only glanced at me for a second this time."Um, how are you?" I playfully slid into the seat opposite him."I'm fine," he deadpanned. He seemed to steal glances at me from the side of his eyes, like he knew I wanted something else and did not come here just

Elena "Who's there?" a voice barked. It was one of the few guards in the compound. He was behind Rafael, and thank goodness I was inches shorter. Rafael immediately held me to his chest, covering my face. "It's Canto." Rafael had turned slightly, enough for his face to show, but he still hid my face in his chest. The man must have recognized his voice. "Oh, Boss," he laughed, and I could hear his footsteps as he started approaching. "Don't come any closer," Rafael half-yelled. I couldn't see anything, my face buried in his chest, but the footsteps ceased. "Is there a problem?" "No, I'm just here with someone, and she can't be seen." "Wave," he whispered to me. I stuck my hand out and waved to him. "Ohh," he didn't seem quite convinced. "You know how these women can be, whining all the time." Rafael laughed, a dry and insincere sound. "Ahh, understood," he half-yelled and turned back, heading the other way. I could hear him chuckle as he disappeared into the darkness. "Wh

Elena After I took a bath and put on my swimwear—a pair of shorts and a bra—I rested on the hammock outside, letting the late afternoon sun kiss my skin in every place possible. I was reading a brochure that had been left on the cupboard for the guests. The beautiful places we could visit in Vaitape Village—the nearby village on the island—were all I cared about. I pushed Rafael and the Don to the farthest part of the back of my mind and let them stay there. I couldn’t keep worrying about what was going on. Until one of them said something, I wouldn’t know. So I let it rest until one of them did. A knock came on my door. I hadn’t ordered room service. The knock came a second time. I rolled my eyes and got out of the hammock, picking up my chiffon jacket that was part of the swimsuit and slinging it over my shoulders, covering my mostly exposed body. As I opened the door, I saw the face I expected but kind of dreaded seeing. Poking my head out of the door on both si