All Chapters of Tempted By The Sweetest Sin: Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

SABRINA’S POV The entire shift felt like walking on broken glass.Every time the bell above the diner door jingled, my heart jumped—half expecting Eric to walk in early, half terrified it would be his mother again. Or Tina. Or Diana. Or anyone else ready to remind me I didn’t belong.I kept wiping the same spot on the counter even after it gleamed. My hands moved on autopilot. Smile. Take order. Refill coffee. Repeat. But my mind was miles away.Eric had said it casually last night while we lay tangled in the sheets, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare back.“We’ll go see my parents this weekend.”I’d nodded then. Whispered “okay.” Let him kiss me again until I forgot how to breathe.But now?Now the word weekend felt like a countdown.I knew what waited for me there.His mother's calm, cutting voice.Tina’s cold stare.Diana’s rage.And Eric’s step father—Jonathan—who wanted Diana as a daughter-in-law because she came with the right last name, the right connections, the rig

SABRINA’S POV“I’ll… think about it.”The words felt fragile leaving my mouth, like glass that could shatter if anyone touched them. The woman’s shoulders dropped in relief —not happiness, not exactly…but relief that I hadn’t said no. That I hadn’t run.A small, tired smile touched her lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.She turned toward Gina, reaching for her hand. Gina’s fingers slipped into hers instantly, like she needed something to hold on to.“We’ll give you a moment with him,” the woman said gently.Gina looked at me, her eyes red, hopeful, nervous — like she didn’t know if she was allowed to hope. I nodded, but I couldn’t speak.They walked past me quietly. The door opened. Closed.And just like that, it was silent.The kind of silence that presses against your ears. The machines kept beeping — slow, steady, mechanical. Proof he was still here. Proof he might not be for long.I stood there, frozen.I didn’t know how to move. I didn’t know how to be a daughter in this moment. I

SABRINA’S POVThe taxi dropped me off in front of a tall iron gate that looked like it belonged in a movie about old money.I paid the driver with shaking hands, stepped out, and stood there staring at the house beyond the bars.Big.White.Perfect.The kind of house that never had leaky faucets or peeling paint or arguments about rent.My stomach twisted so hard I almost turned around and ran.But I didn’t.I pressed the intercom button.A soft voice answered almost immediately.“Miss Sabrina?”“Yes.”The gate clicked open.I walked through.The driveway was long—too long. Gravel crunched under my sneakers. Trees lined both sides, manicured and silent. The house grew bigger with every step until it loomed over me like it was judging my jeans and hoodie.The front door opened before I reached it.A woman in a crisp black uniform—maid, I guessed—smiled politely.“Miss Sabrina. Welcome. This way, please.”I followed her inside.The foyer was massive—marble floors, high ceilings, a chand