All Chapters of SINFULLY HIS : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ElenaThe yellow polka-dotted sundress I wore danced in the strong ocean breeze as I walked into the rather large hut. I had my hair in a half-up, half-down style, with a yellow bow pinned to the back of my hair.I had rushed to take my bath and tried not to come late. So no, I had no makeup except my mascara and lip liner.And yes, my skin still felt a tad bit irritated after sleeping with my makeup on. My poor sensitive skin.The sides of the hut were all open, like half walls and not fully walled in. A large dining table sat in the center, and a few members of the famiglia were present.And some new faces—wives and cousins and sisters of the Don that I didn’t even know existed. I guess he was always the prodigal son Rafael had told me about, pushing away every member of his family.The only reasonable seat for me to take, even when there were empty seats, was the one by Rafael. On my other hand, and at the head of the table, was the Don. I was basically a stranger to the others, ev

Elena My eyes fluttered open to meet the dim lighting of the room, the light from his screen in sharp contrast and drawing my attention to the man I was lying next to. "How long was I out?" I glanced around, the room looking a bit darker. "Only for about an hour," he kissed my hair. "Oh." My body felt limp and heavy like I had been poured into the bed instead of lying in it. I rested my weight on my hands and pulled myself up, but immediately regretted it. "I don't think that's a good idea." He laughed. "Well, whose fault is it that I'm bedridden?" I glared at him playfully. "Not mine," he shrugged and carefully lifted my head from his chest like I was a baby. "Excuse you?" I sat up by myself to the best of my ability, resting half of my weight on my elbow. "I mean, it was...joint effort." He chuckled and pulled his trousers up to his waist. "Eww, don't say it like that." I laughed lightly, looking away from him. It was nice, it was wonderful—but I couldn't shake off the

Elena“Good morning.” Rafael’s voice floated through my ears, his face inches away from mine. He was propped on his elbow, his face resting on his palm above me.“Good morning.” A smile spread across my face, warm and wide.His smile was… sad.“What’s wrong?” My own smile faltered as I pushed myself up.“It’s nothing.” He sank back into the bed, staring at the ceiling.“You sure?” It was my turn to prop myself on my palm and inspect his face.“Yes, sure. I’ll just have to stay away until after the wedding.” He sighed.“Why?”“Just business as usual.” He caressed my cheek, letting me rest easy.“Well, I just think it’s all weird.” I shrugged, lying back on the bed.“What?”“I mean, back at home, the Don had everything to say and do about our relationship, but now I don’t even see him around. Isn’t it weird? Do you—” My hands shook as the thought crossed my mind. “Do you think he knows about us?”“Come on, that’s not possible.”“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t put anything past that—”“Well

Elena “You whore,” he yelled, with less surprise than I had expected, but his words—still heavy—cracked through the room, sharp and sudden, and my body reacted before my mind did. I tore myself out of Rafael’s arms, my heart thundering in my chest so hard it felt lodged at the base of my throat, choking me from the inside. “Fuck.” Rafael cursed under his breath, low and calm. Too calm. A bead of sweat slid down my forehead as the Don circled us slowly, deliberately—like a predator stalking his prey. “Putana.” He spat the word, and his hand shot out, fingers closing around my throat. Rafael lunged for him, trying to grab his arm. The Don snapped his head toward him. “Stay out of this, boy.” His voice shook the entire room. Rafael froze and pulled back. Pulled back? My stomach dropped. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His fists were clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening, jaw tight—but he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t doing anything. Why wasn’t he doing

ELENA "Whatever I did, I did to protect you. I did it so you could be free." I scoffed, not interrupting him as he continued. "Alex. He was on to us. The Don, he assured me that if I tried to seduce you and give him proof of your infidelity, he would only humiliate you in the famiglia and then he would divorce you, rendering you excommunicated. He promised that it would be better than"—he swallowed hard, averting his gaze—"killing you." His knuckles whitened from the squeeze he gave his palm. It did nothing to dissuade me. "And now? Am I free?" I squared my shoulders, standing up to meet his gaze. My wet clothes hung to my body like second skin. He bowed his head. "How am I even supposed to believe you?" I said in between clenched teeth, holding myself back from raising my voice. "I swear—" "I don't fucking care. You've already lied to me. If this was for my own good, why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me that he was onto us, that he wanted me dead? Why didn