Semua Bab CANA'S SIN: Bab 1 - Bab 8

ADORA’S P.O.V"You never know, your Mr. Right might just be sitting at the strip side tonight, or maybe the pool side… just imagine him,” Nichole said, waving her right hand over the air as she demonstrated, but her left hand still gripped my hand as we passed through the noisy crowd. “Rich, hot, and dangerous. Just your type." Nichole shouted, her face immediately turned to look at me"That's your type, Nikki. Not mine." I shouted back in reply.The lights that rotated from the chandelier fell on my face in different colours. The hall was filled with lots of people, some singing, some dancing, some laughing at the whispers they told themselves.“Adora, what are you looking at?” Nichole asked. She had paused when I did. But I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t get my eyes off what had caught it.“Girl, come on… don’t tell me you have your eye on those fools making out over there.” Her hands rapped together below her breast, folding themselves.I could see Jeff holding a lady’s waist. I wasn

ADORA’S P.O.V“El-Cana?”I stared at him in disbelief, my eyes sizing him from head to toe. I couldn’t look away from him. Just like Don, his suit looked expensive. The men around him stood still; there was silence, and their faces were hard, as if they had a problem with me. No one even breathed too loudly. It felt like they were all waiting for his next word.“We have been waiting for you, Princess.”Waiting for me? I felt a bit confused. My eyes fell on Dad, who sat all cold and not saying a word at all. His grumpy face fell; he couldn’t look at me.“What do you mean by waiting for me?”I felt a bit of confusion; maybe there was a form of mistake, I could feel it inside. Something wasn’t right at all. I could still remember not too long ago how he had grabbed my waist, the way he had spoken to me, so intimate like he could see through me, and just now again, he was acting all cool and not knowing. All mean and cold. I couldn’t help the memory of the previous hours.How was I suppos

EL’S P.O.V“You want to know what crime your beloved father committed?” I asked, my tone turning cold and hollow. “You want to know why I’m here, why your name is now tied to mine?”She nodded slightly, tears falling at the corner of her pretty eyes. I could feel the urge to wipe them away, but no. She was bait, even though she was very young and beautiful. And worse, she happens to be the daughter of a sorted enemy.“Your father,” I said with my fist folding, the paper in my hands rumpled slowly, my jaw tightened as I bit my teeth, “murdered my mother.”The words hung heavy in the room; it was thick like smoke had clouded everywhere. My eyes turned to Damon, who made a broken sound, his face nodding in the opposite direction, as if he was denying.“He killed her years ago,” I continued, my voice deep with restrained rage. “But the council is kind enough, even though it has demanded blood for blood.” I paused, “When the laws of the mafia gave him two choices, to die or to give someth

El's P.O.VYes, I took her.And I had never felt more fulfilled since I first sat on the throne of blood, since I took over the table as the Mafia Lord. For years, I had dreamed of this moment. I had planned every detail, every breath, every punishment for that miserable fool who dared to slit my mother’s throat like she was nothing.And now, his punishment stood right before me, trembling, furious, helpless.“Handle my bride with care!” I barked from behind, my voice sharp enough to slice through the night air.“I’ll never do what you want! You better let me go!” she screamed, her voice shaking but loud, filled with pure defiance.I didn’t even flinch. Her words didn’t pierce me at all. That anger, that stubborn fire in her eyes, it reminded me of something I’d long forgotten, something alive and untamed.Her soft, pale arms struggled against my men’s grip, but their hold was firm. She kicked, twisted, and shouted, her dress brushing against the gravel as she fought. Strands of her h