Semua Bab SINFUL LOVE: Bab 11 - Bab 15

Three days.That’s how long Aurora had been avoiding me.Three days of cold breakfasts, quiet hallways, and a tension I could feel through the walls of the mansion.She’d stop talking when I entered a room, leave a second before I did, and never look at me long enough for it to mean anything.Tonight, that silence was ending.I stood by the doorway of her room, pretending I wasn’t waiting. We were supposed to go to Matteo’s house—some team party that his father’s staff had set up in their villa outside Palermo. Everyone would be there: Valentina, Dario, the whole loud crowd that called itself a family.And her.The door opened.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.Aurora stepped out in a short black dress that didn’t belong to any world I could protect her from. Her hair was down, soft around her shoulders, eyes lined in a way that made her look older, untouchable.“You’re staring,” she said flatly.“Can you blame me?”“You should stop.”“I’ve tried.”Her mouth tightened, but she br

The text leaves my phone before I can stop myself.Look out your window.I don’t know what I expect. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. But when her light flickers on a few seconds later and I see her shadow move behind the curtain, it’s like every thought I’ve tried to bury claws its way back up.She pulls the curtain aside, and our eyes lock through the glass. Her face is soft, sleepy, confused and still, she looks like the only thing that’s real.“Aurora,” I whisper, barely audible. She shakes her head slowly, mouthing, What are you doing here?I motion for her to open the window. For a heartbeat, she hesitates. Then, with trembling hands, she unlatches it. The sound of the frame sliding open feels louder than it should.“What are you—Ricardo, you can’t be here,” she whispers.I push myself up and climb through before she can stop me. My shoes hit the floor with a dull thud, and for a second, all I can hear is her breathing.She’s in an oversized shirt, her hair loose around her face

The next morning feels heavier than usual.The house is quiet, but not peaceful — the kind of silence that hides tension beneath it.I sit at the breakfast table, staring at the untouched cup of coffee in front of me.Maria moves around the kitchen like always, humming under her breath, but even that feels forced. She keeps glancing toward the hallway like she’s expecting someone to walk in.He doesn’t.Ricardo hasn’t shown up. Not a word. Not even a message.I scroll through my phone again, pretending I’m checking the time. Nothing.Elena texts me some random meme about school drama, Chiara asks if I’m coming to class, but the one name I want to see isn’t there.I can still feel him , his touch, his breath, the way his voice went soft when he said my name. It’s like it’s imprinted under my skin. And now… nothing. Like he vanished.Maria clears her throat softly. “Miss Aurora? Should I bring your plate?”I blink. “No, I’m fine. I’m not really hungry.”She hesitates before nodding. “Mr