All Chapters of Tempted By The Sweetest Sin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 81- Why Marry Him?

ERIC’S POV Sabrina’s eyes went wide the second the words left her mouth.“Fuck, Eric… you didn’t use a condom.”The room suddenly felt too quiet. My heart was still hammering from the orgasm, cock still twitching inside her, but now a different kind of heat crawled up my neck—guilt mixed with something sharper.I exhaled hard through my nose, hands still locked on her hips.“Shit,” I muttered. “I’m sorry, princess. I got carried away. You drive me fucking crazy—you know that, right?”She pouted—full lips pushed out, brows drawn together in that adorable way that always made me want to kiss her senseless. But right now there was real worry behind it.“I have the pills,” she mumbled, looking down at my chest. “I took one this morning. It’s… it’s fine. Probably.”I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Relief hit hard, loosening the knot in my chest.“Still,” I said, voice low. “I should’ve been more careful. Next time I will be. I promise.”She searched my face for a lon

Chapter 82- Safe In His Arms

SABRINA’S POV I woke up slowly, the kind of slow where your body remembers everything before your brain catches up. Warmth surrounded me—skin against skin, steady heartbeat under my cheek, one heavy arm draped across my waist like it belonged there. Eric. His breathing was deep and even, the sound of it rumbling through his chest into mine. For a second, I just lay there, letting myself feel safe. Then reality crept in. The note. The masked man. My father’s name scribbled on a scrap of paper like it meant something after all these years. I shifted carefully, trying not to wake him, but his arm tightened instinctively, pulling me closer. A small, sleepy sound escaped his throat and he nuzzled his face into my hair. “Where are you going?” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. My heart did that stupid flutter thing it always did around him. I pressed my lips to his collarbone—soft, quick—then whispered, “I need water.” He grumbled something incoherent but let me go, arm slidi

Chapter 83- You Must Be My Daughter

SABRINA’S POV The small restaurant smelled like burnt coffee and old grease. The kind of place that hadn’t been renovated since the nineties—faded red booths, sticky tabletops, a jukebox in the corner that probably hadn’t worked in years.I sat in the back booth, the one tucked against the wall with a clear view of the door. My hands were wrapped around a mug of coffee I hadn’t touched. The liquid had gone cold. My heart hadn’t.Every time the bell above the entrance jingled, my stomach flipped.I’d been here for almost forty minutes.Forty minutes of watching strangers walk in—truck drivers, tired moms with screaming toddlers, a couple of teenagers skipping class. None of them looked like the man I remembered.I didn’t even know if I’d recognize him.Twenty years is a long time. Faces change. Hair grays. Eyes get tired. The last clear memory I had was of him standing in our tiny living room, suitcase in hand, telling Mom he was “going to make things better.” Then the door closed. A

Chapter 84- Why Did You Come Back

SABRINA’S POV I stood there on the cracked sidewalk, frozen like my feet had grown roots into the concrete. The world around me blurred—the honk of a distant car, the chatter from inside the restaurant, the faint smell of greasy fries wafting out the door. All of it faded. All I could see was him.My father.He looked nothing like the man in my memories—the one with rumpled shirts and a five o’clock shadow, laughing as he tossed me in the air. This version was polished. Sharp. The suit hugged his frame like it was tailored just for him, dark charcoal with a subtle sheen that screamed money. His hair was neat, combed back with just enough product to hold the gray streaks in place. And his eyes—those brown eyes that mirrored mine—held a mix of hope and caution, like he was approaching a wild animal.His hand closed around mine—warm, steady, larger than I remembered. A gold ring on his pinky caught the light, flashing like a warning.‘You must be Sabrina, daughter.’My daughter. Like

Chapter 85- I Don't Need You

SABRINA’S POV I scoffed. The sound came out sharp, bitter, louder than I meant it to in the quiet diner. A few heads turned our way again, but I didn’t care. Not anymore. The anger that had been simmering under the surface since he’d walked in finally boiled over.“Make things right?” I echoed, leaning forward across the table. My voice shook, but I didn’t try to steady it. “After almost twenty years? You want me to believe you just suddenly decided to return to my life without any ulterior motive? And this—” I gestured around the dingy booth, the faded wallpaper peeling at the edges, the sticky menu propped against a napkin dispenser—“this is the place you decided we should meet? Some run-down diner in the middle of nowhere?”He looked taken aback for a second, like he hadn’t expected me to push back so hard. His mouth opened, then closed. He ran his fingers through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up just a little. It made him look more human—less like the polished stranger w

Chapter 86- Unexpected News

SABRINA’S POV I burst out of the diner door like it was on fire, the bell jingling behind me like some kind of mocking goodbye. The cold air slapped my face hard, snapping me out of the numb fog I’d been in. My legs carried me forward on autopilot, one foot in front of the other, away from that booth, away from him. My father. The word still felt foreign in my head, like it belonged to someone else’s story. Not mine. The sidewalk blurred under my feet as I walked—fast, faster than necessary. I didn’t look back. Couldn’t. If I did, I might see him standing there, watching me go, and that would make it all too real. Too painful. My chest ached like someone had punched a hole right through it, and every breath hurt. Why did I even go? Why did I let myself hope for even a second that this would be different? That he’d have some magic explanation that made the last twenty years okay? I reached the bus stop just as the number 12 pulled up, brakes hissing like an angry snake. I climbed on

Chapter 87-Time's Running Up

SABRINA’S POV The door to my apartment clicked shut behind me, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. The sound echoed in the empty hallway of my mind—final, like the slam of a book I never wanted to finish. I stood there for a minute, back against the wood, keys still clenched in my fist so tight the metal bit into my palm. Sunset. He’d given me until sunset. That was what—five, six hours? To pack up my entire life and… what? Vanish into the street like I’d never been here? My legs felt like lead as I pushed off the door and walked into the living room. The place looked smaller suddenly. The coffee table I’d found on the curb and sanded down myself. The stack of bills on the counter, half-paid, half-ignored. This was all I had. And now it was gone. Just like that. Tears burned hot behind my eyes again. I blinked them back hard. No. I had to think. Had to do something. But what? Where could I go? Hotels were too expensive—I barely had enough for next week’s groceries. Friends?

Chapter 88- Private Conversation

ERIC’S POV The office was dark except for the light from my laptop screen. Shadows stretched long across the walls, making the room feel smaller, heavier. I’d been staring at spreadsheets for hours—numbers that should have made sense but kept blurring together. My eyes burned. My head throbbed. I rubbed my temples and leaned back in the chair, the leather creaking under me.Marcus sat across from me, elbows on his knees, voice low like we were sharing secrets in a confessional.“Boss,” he said, “I think there’s something your mother isn’t telling you.”I froze. The air in the room shifted—thicker, colder.“What do you mean?” My voice came out rough. Tired.He rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating. “I don’t know exactly. Not yet. But I feel it. There’s something she’s hiding—something that would explain the doubt around your father’s death. It’s too clean. Too convenient. Your dad gets shot in a supposed random robbery, no witnesses, no prints, shooter never found. Then not even si

Chapter 89- Giving Her Space

ERIC’S POV The line went quiet after my question.“Sabrina,” I said again, softer this time, but the edge was still there. “Is that friend Frank?”Another beat of silenceI could hear her breathing—shallow, uneven—like she was trying to find the right words and couldn’t.When she finally spoke, her voice was small. Guilty.“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”The words landed like a fist to the chest.I closed my eyes for half a second, jaw locked so tight I felt the muscle jump under the skin.“You could have called me,” I said. Each word came out measured. Controlled. But underneath it was fire. “You could have called me, Sabrina. I would have dropped everything. You know that.”In the background I heard a voice—his voice.“What are we having tonight?”Frank.Casual. Comfortable. Like he belonged there.Like he belonged with her.My grip on the phone turned painful. Jealousy—hot, ugly, familiar—surged up my throat like acid. I pictured them: her sitting on his couch, eyes red from

Chapter 90- I Have To Make This Right

SABRINA’S POV I stared at the dark screen of my phone like it had personally betrayed me.The call had ended so abruptly the silence felt violent.I hit redial immediately—thumb shaking—before I could talk myself out of it. One ring. Two. Three. Straight to voicemail.Again.My stomach twisted into a cold, tight knot.He’d never done that before. Never hung up on me and then refused to pick up. Not once. Even when we fought—small arguments about nothing—he always called back within minutes. Always. A text. A “sorry I was an ass” voice note. Something.Nothing now.Just silence.I let the phone drop into my lap and pressed both hands to my face. My heart felt strange—heavy, bruised, like someone had squeezed it too hard and forgotten to let go.Frank’s voice floated in from the kitchen, casual, warm. “You okay in there?”I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Yeah.”I stood up from the couch on unsteady legs and walked toward the kitchen. The apartment smelled like garlic and tomatoes—h

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