All Chapters of Teach me to sin II (Sins of the past): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I didn’t know what felt better — watching the truth finally come out, or watching the faces of the people who had spent weeks treating Eloise like dirt crumble in real time. The headmistress’s office was too small for this much tension. You could practically feel the air crackling — all that fake politeness burning away. I sat stiffly on one of the cushioned chairs, with Eloise in the middle and Rita on my right. Ruby Padre stood near the front desk, phone still in hand, having just played the recording that ended the whole debate. Teddy’s voice had been trembling, Bree’s even worse. They confessed everything — the setup, the lies, the fake messages, how they’d been told to make Eloise look like the villain. The whole thing echoed in my head like a bad song you couldn’t unhear. And now, silence. The parents of Teddy and Bree sat across from us, pale and desperate. They looked like they were about to cry — and honestly, good. Their kids had almost destroyed someone’s life fo

The auditorium smelled like floor polish and anxiety.Rows of students filled the seats, their chatter a low hum that barely covered the tension in the air. On stage, the teachers sat stiffly in their chairs, pretending this was just another Monday assembly. It wasn’t.Everyone knew why we were here.I stood near the podium, heart thudding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My palms were clammy, and the fabric of my uniform skirt suddenly felt too tight.The headmistress adjusted her microphone, cleared her throat, and gave me a smile that looked like it had been ironed onto her face. “Good morning, students,” she began, voice echoing across the hall. “We’ve gathered today to address a matter of grave importance—one that concerns the integrity of this institution and the character of one of our own.”The room quieted instantly. You could’ve heard a pin drop.I spotted Aisha sitting near the back, watching me. She gave me a little nod — that subtle, confident “you’ve got this” k

The room smells like smoke and cheap perfume and the kind of sweat you can’t wash off with any soap. Two naked bodies are tangled at the edge of my mattress, warm like leftovers that don’t matter. I don’t bother to guess their names. Names are for people who matter. These are temporary. Useful and forgettable. That’s the way I prefer it. I reach for a cigarette with fingers that still tremble from an old hunger that no amount of money can fill. I take the first drag slow, because pain that’s controlled tastes better than pain that surprises you. Kaylie slides into my head like a splinter. Kaylie — that whore who took my stash and disappeared. Ten thousand dollars worth of crack. Not cash. Not a stack of receipts. Product. Lines you sell, deals you front, pieces you hand to men who count loyalty like currency. She took my leverage. She took the thing that let me make other men bend and called it hers. I let the anger grow cold and flat, because hot anger gets

The day has been strangely quiet. Ever since Ruby’s evidence cleared my name, the atmosphere in class has shifted. The looks I get now are softer—cautious, almost guilty. Nobody dares whisper about me anymore, not when Luca made that declaration in the cafeteria, not when Ruby Padre herself took my side. Still, the silence feels heavy. Like everyone’s pretending it’s over when deep down, they’re still wondering what kind of girl I really am. Aisha sits beside me, talking in bursts of excitement. “I still can’t believe it,” she says, spinning her pen between her fingers. “You’re officially cleared. You have no idea how close I was to throwing hands with half this class.” I smile faintly, keeping my gaze on my notebook. “You almost did.” She grins, bumping my shoulder. “You’re damn right I did. And Ruby Padre, of all people, helping you? Girl, that’s huge. People are calling it the biggest plot twist in Heldon High history.” I roll my eyes, but my lips tug upward. “It’s not

The scent of jasmine polish and hot wax hung thick in the air. I could feel the warmth from the paraffin bath seep through the towels around my legs, but it did nothing to ease the annoyance pulsing at the back of my skull. Lindsay was beside me, one manicured hand holding her phone while the other lazily dangled over the armrest. Her blonde hair fell in perfect, effortless waves, glimmering in the afternoon light pouring through the glass dome of the Palace salon. Pretty bitch. The Palace wasn’t really a palace—just what we called the mansion the Heldon royals used when they wanted to “relax.” Ten bedrooms, three jacuzzis, and a pool shaped like a crescent moon. You couldn’t walk three steps without bumping into someone with too much money and too little personality. I tried to focus on the mint tea someone had placed beside me, but it didn’t work. All I could think about was *her*. Eloise. That stupid girl and her wide-eyed, lost-lamb routine. The way everyone h