Semua Bab CANA'S SIN: Bab 21 - Bab 30

ADORA’S P.O.V“You’re my wife, and it’s your duty to serve me in bed,” El Cana said, his voice was calm, just as usual, but it was filled with something that made my skin crawl. He sat back in his chair, with one leg crossed over the other, as if we were having a normal conversation. His eyes trailed over me carelessly, and then he added, “I must compliment you, though… You have a really nice body.”A heavy lump formed in my throat. My chest tightened, and I could feel my face growing hot, not from shyness, but from anger.“You monster,” I spat, my voice shaking with rage. “How dare you say that to me!” I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, trying to steady myself. Every word he said made me feel sick inside. What annoyed me the most was how he avoided my questions, as if my pain was a joke to him.He giggled softly, leaning forward with a smirk that made my stomach twist. “Now that’s the spirit,” he said. “That’s exactly what I mean.” His tone was sharp but playful, like he e

EL’S P.O.V“Sir Don… Sir El… breakfast is ready.”Nana’s voice pulled both of us from our conversation. She stood behind us, her hands neatly folded, her head slightly bowed. After saying the words, she quietly turned and left.Don raised his mug again and took another slow sip of coffee. “You’re really not going to pick?” he asked, lifting one eyebrow. He waited for an answer, but I didn’t give him one. I kept my eyes on the ground; I couldn’t help the storm that stirred up in my mind, all because of this call.“There’s a lot to put in place now, Don,” I finally said, my voice coming out cold and flat. “And you know that. There’s no need for me to pick this call. We both know why she left.”I scoffed under my breath, shaking my head. “I wonder why she’s calling now of all times.”The phone continued buzzing in Don’s hand, the screen glowing with her name… a name I'd forgotten since she forced this seat on me.“I’m going to eat,” I said as I started walking away. “You can pick the cal

ADORA’S ’S P.O.VI walked into the kitchen with Nana right behind me.The moment I stepped inside, I stopped and stared.The kitchen was huge, far bigger than anything I had ever seen. It wasn’t just larger than my home kitchen… it was bigger than most of the local restaurants I used to eat in. The room looked more like a cooking hall than a normal kitchen.Everything was arranged neatly. Pots hung in perfect rows.Several maids rushed around the room. Each one held plates, bowls, knives, or ingredients. Everyone looked busy, moving fast, whispering orders, preparing dishes I didn’t even recognize. Their eyes didn’t meet mine, but I saw how they glanced at me from the corner of their vision, curious yet afraid.“My lady…”I stopped immediately as my whole body became stiff.My eyes rolled sharply back to Nana, giving a cold and angry look, full of everything I felt but couldn’t say out loud. The anger rose in my chest before I even spoke.“Sorry… Adorable,” she corrected herself quick

ADORA’S P.O.V“Leave me alone!” I gasped, my voice cracked like dry earth while I spoke, my head moved to the other side in a futile bid; I needed to escape. The air felt thick as I was suffocating, as I fought to draw breath into lungs that burned with panic. His eyes were dark, and scanned my face like a predator. The corners of his mouth twisted, twisting his features into something almost amused, as if my desperation was his private entertainment.His hands were unyielding, clamped around my waist as he pulled me against him. I could feel the heat of his body coming through my clothes, invading every inch of space I desperately wanted to reclaim. His fingers dug into my skin just enough to bruise. His strokes sent unwanted shivers up my spine, revulsion mixed with a traitorous spark I hated myself for feeling. He leaned in closer, his breath was hot against my ear, whispering words I couldn't quite make out over the thunder of my heartbeat. Every twist of my body, every push a

DON’S P.O.V“You’ll have my head, brother?”The words came out like venom, slow and burning.I locked my eyes on his, fury pouring out of me in waves.“Tell me, brother, you’ll prove to everyone you’re the head of the table?How can I forget that?”I spat the last part, voice cracking like a whip.My chest rose and fell hard.El’s face was stone cold.Only his eyes moved, black, unblinking, and full of storm.“Control yourself!”Nana’s voice cut between us, sharp and desperate.She planted herself dead center, her petite arms spread wide like a mother breaking up a playground brawl.Her apron was twisted.Her bun is half-undone.She looked ready to cry, but her hands stayed firm, one on my chest, one on El’s.“Both of you, enough!”El didn’t look at her; he didn’t move at all.His hands curled slowly; I could see his knuckles cracking.“Leave now,” he said, his voice was low, deadly, and calm, “before I forget you’re my brother.”The words hung in the air.Forget? As if he could.But