Teach me to sin II (Sins of the past) のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Eloise sat curled up on the couch, eyes swollen and red, her hair slightly tangled from the storm she’d carried in with her. She looked like she’d been running from something—no, she looked like she was running from everything.Today, for the first time since she’d moved in with us, she didn’t seem like the sharp, confident girl who filled the house with snark and fire. She looked small. Breakable.It reminded me of me back when I was in Heldon. I hated it. Marilyn was beside her, rubbing her back gently, while Rita sat on the armrest, arms folded and eyes fierce, like she was ready to hunt down whoever had done this. “Eloise,” Marilyn said softly, “sweetheart, we need to know what happened. Just… tell us everything, from the start.” Eloise wiped her nose with the sleeve of her sweatshirt, her voice trembling at first. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I swear I didn’t. I—I was just walking back from the bathroom, and this boy, Teddy Greene, stopped me. He handed me a wallet and a

The moment I pushed through the gilded glass doors of “The Palace”, I could already feel my blood boiling. The air inside reeked of perfume, power, and arrogance—the signature scent of Heldon’s elite. Laughter and chatter echoed off the marble floors, and every eye seemed to flick my way when they saw me storming in like a thundercloud. Kiara Blaine and Angelo Bove were lounging on one of the velvet couches near the center, like they owned the place. Which, to be fair, they kind of did. Kiara was the picture of effortless superiority—perfect hair, perfect smirk, perfect everything. Angelo, sprawled beside her with his arm draped over the backrest, looked up lazily when I entered. “Well, well,” Angelo drawled, his grin slow and irritating. “If it isn’t Ruby Padre. You look like you’re about to murder someone. Should I alert security, or will you be disposing of the body yourself?” Kiara laughed softly, crossing one long leg over the other. “Careful, Angelo. Ruby’s got that loo

The night hums with that kind of quiet only the rich and well-insulated know. The air smells faintly of jasmine from the courtyard, and the lamp on the dresser casts a warm golden haze over Roana’s bare shoulder. My beloved wife.The reason that I have a reason to wake up in the morning and go to bed at sunset.The woman that I would slaughter villages and conquer countries for. She is a goddess. I kiss her shoulders and neck, mumbling words of praise.She’s tracing idle shapes against my chest, a soft, distracted smile on her lips. For the first time in weeks, everything feels still. No calls. No deals. No boardroom drama. Just my perfect wife and the gentle pulse of her heartbeat against mine.I run my hand across her chest and gently take one of her breast in my hand and squeeze. She moans as my thumb finds her nipple through the silk fabric.She moans into my ear and I feel my cock get hard. I let my hand run down her thigh. I run it up and down slowly while my mouth goes to

The cafeteria feels louder than usual — not because of the noise, but because every whisper feels aimed at me.It’s like I can feel their stares before I even look up. Heads tilt. Fingers point. Words travel in low, fast ripples, always followed by giggles or sneers.Aisha walks beside me, pretending not to notice, though I can see her jaw tightening. She keeps talking — about class, about how the chemistry teacher smells like burnt toast — anything to keep me from hearing what the others are saying.“Just ignore them,” she mutters under her breath. “They’ll get bored soon.”I nod, but my throat’s too tight to answer. Every step feels heavier than the last.I hated being accused of something that I had absolutely no idea about. How could someone be this cruel?It’s one thing to make fun of me and pick fights and it is a whole other thing to not only jeopardize my education but possibly land me in jail.But that was not the reason why this hurt so much.The drug situation hit way too

The day feels heavier than usual. Maybe it’s the quiet. Ever since Luca declared that I was “under his protection,” people have been too afraid to even look at me the wrong way. The whispers stopped, the glares disappeared—but the silence that replaced them is worse. It feels like a trap waiting to spring. I still felt like I had a huge target on my back. Why did this have to happen to me? How was I going to get out of this? I keep my head down in class, pretending to focus on the notes in front of me, though my mind keeps drifting. There’s this constant unease crawling under my skin. Like eyes are following me, waiting for me to trip again. Aisha leans over from her seat beside me, tapping her pen against my notebook. “You good? You’re doing that thing again,” she whispers. “What thing?” I mumble. “Spacing out and frowning like you’re plotting murder.” Maybe I was a planning to murder someone. Gabrielle Mane. I snort quietly, but it’s weak. “I’m just… think