All Chapters of Tempted By The Sweetest Sin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

SABRINA’S POV I stood outside the restaurant, back pressed against the brick wall, arms folded tight across my chest like that could keep everything inside from spilling out.M eyes kept flicking to the street every time a black car slowed down, heart jumping into my throat thinking it was him.Eric.I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About last night. About the way he’d looked at me when he said “You’ll be my wife. For real.” The way his voice had dropped—low, rough, certain—like he’d already decided our future and was just waiting for me to catch up. The way he’d fucked me until I couldn’t think straight, until the only word left in my head was yes.I could still feel him.Everywhere.Inside me. On my skin. In the ache between my legs when I shifted my weight. In the faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had dug in. In the soreness of my throat from moaning his name over and over. My body remembered him even when my mind tried to focus on work—taking orders, pouring coffee,

SABRINA’S POV Two people were standing in the living room.Waiting.Tina and Diana.Tina’s arms were crossed, lips pressed into a thin line. Diana stood beside her—perfect blonde hair, perfect dress, perfect sneer already forming on her perfect face.The air in the room turned thick. Hostile.Eric froze beside me. His hand tightened on my back—protective, possessive.“What are you doing here?” His voice was low. Dangerous.Tina scoffed. “I’m your sister. I should be asking you what that whore standing beside you is doing here.”The word hit like a slap.Eric stepped forward instantly—half in front of me, body blocking me from their view.“Don’t you dare talk to my fiancée like that,” he said, voice ice-cold.Diana’s laugh was sharp. Cruel.“Fiancée?” She stepped forward, eyes glittering. “You can’t marry her. I’m the one you’re supposed to marry.”My heart slammed against my ribs.Eric’s body went rigid.“I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks,” he said slowly, every word delib

SABRINA’S POV“You don’t have to cry because of him, princess.”Eric’s voice was softer now. The anger from earlier was gone. It was just him and me in the car, the city passing by outside the window.I hadn’t even realized I was crying until he reached over and wiped the tear sliding down my cheek with his thumb.“I’m not crying because I still love him,” I whispered quickly, needing him to know that. “It’s just… it’s painful.”He kept his eyes on the road, but his jaw tightened slightly. “Painful how?”I let out a shaky breath and leaned back in my seat. “It’s painful that my best friend turned out to be a scumbag.” My voice cracked. “And I was just blind to it all these years because I loved him.”The words tasted bitter.For so long I thought loyalty meant staying. I thought love meant waiting. I thought if I just held on long enough, he would finally see me.How stupid.Eric’s hand squeezed my thigh gently. Warm. Solid. Real.“But you love me now,” he said.There was no arrogance

SABRINA’S POVI got home late.Later than I ever had before.The restaurant had closed hours ago, but I stayed behind pretending to clean tables that were already clean. Folding napkins that didn’t need folding. Wiping counters that were already shining.Anything to avoid thinking.Anything to avoid going home and facing him.Because once I saw Eric’s face, I knew I would break.His mother’s words wouldn’t stop replaying in my head.‘You’ll ruin his future.’‘If you love him, you’ll let him go.’The drive to the penthouse felt longer than usual. The city lights blurred through the windshield, and my mind kept spinning in circles.What if she was right?What if loving me cost him everything?By the time I reached the building, my chest felt tight and heavy.I took the elevator up slowly, staring at my reflection in the mirrored walls.I looked exhausted.Small.Not built for his world.The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped into the quiet hallway. My heart was racing.When I unloc

SABRINA’S POVThe silence after Frank’s words felt heavy.Like the air itself had thickened.Eric’s hand tightened around mine, warm and steady, but I could feel the tension running through him. His body had gone still beside me. Controlled. Alert.Grandma looked between the two of them, confusion slowly replacing the warmth that had filled the room just seconds ago.Then, unexpectedly, she smiled.“Frank,” she said gently, “have you met Sabrina’s fiancé?”The word hung in the air.Fiancé.Frank stepped fully into the living room and closed the door behind him.The click sounded louder than it should have.His eyes never left Eric.Not even for a second.And the tension between them felt… familiar.Like this wasn’t the first time they had looked at each other like that.Grandma frowned.“Is something wrong?” she asked, looking between them.Frank didn’t answer immediately.He walked closer.Slow.Measured.And when he spoke, his voice was tight with anger.“Grandma… that man right the