All Chapters of Sinfully yours: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~Olivia~ His words hurt harder than they should have. I sat at the table sipping my juice, staring anywhere but at him. I’d expected something—anything. A glance. A comment. Even a sharp look to acknowledge what had happened last night. Or perhaps even kick my leg under the table. But Lucian didn’t look my way once. Every time I reached for my fork, it slipped from my fingers or scraped against the plate with a sound too loud for the quiet kitchen. Each shrill noise felt like it exposed me, like everyone could hear how unsteady I was inside. The letter mum had given me, was no where to be seen... like I'd list it yesterday, I checked where I'd kept it but it wasn't there like someone took it when I wasn't there.. “Hey,” Diane murmured softly beside me. “You good? You seem a little off.” Her eyes searched mine—not accusing, just curious. That somehow made it worse. “I’m fine,” I said quickly, nodding. Too quickly. “Just tired.” She didn’t look convinced, but she let it g

~Olivia~ Diane walked a little ahead of me, swinging her hair at her side, humming under her breath like nothing in the world could bother her. I envied that ease. That lightness. The way she seemed to exist without second-guessing every step. “You’re quiet,” she said suddenly, glancing back. “Like… suspiciously quiet.” “I’m fine,” I replied, reflexively. She stopped walking. I almost bumped into her. “That’s your third ‘I’m fine’ today,” Diane said, folding her arms. “And every time you say it, you look like you’re about to either cry or scream. So pick one.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. “Can we sit for a minute?” She studied my face, then nodded. “Yeah. My room. Now.” We got to her room, the silence was eerie, moonlight slipping through the windows, Diane plopped down dramatically, stretching her legs out. “Alright,” she said. “Talk.” I stared at my hands. They were twisting together in my lap like they didn’t know what to do either. “I feel weir

~Olivia~ I didn’t go home right away. I walked. Past streets I knew too well, past cafés filled with laughter that felt too loud, past shop windows reflecting a girl I barely recognized. My headphones stayed around my neck, unused. I didn’t trust music not to make everything worse. Rowan’s voice wouldn’t leave my head. This what you’ve been up to lately? I clenched my jaw and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets, nails digging into my palms. He didn’t get to do that. He didn’t get to see me unravel and act like he understood. He didn’t get to mock me like I hadn’t already been humiliating myself long before I stepped into that shop. But the worst part? He wasn’t wrong. I was frustrated. I was restless. I was spiraling. Lucian’s distance had carved something hollow inside me. It was subtle at first — the absence of his presence, the way the air felt less charged when he entered a room. No tension. No sharp glances. No moments that made my heart stutter. Just

~Olivia~I was still drying my hair when the sound of the door clicking echoed softly like someone stepped inside, I shoved it off thinking it was Diane ready to chit chat with me again like she always does when she's getting bored.So I turned off the dryer, setting it aside as I walked of of the bathroom only to find Lucian sitting at the corner of the room, half covered in the shadows like he belonged there—legs crossed. I stood a little surprised and half expecting him to be here. He stood up, pushing himself off the sofa making slow— painfully deliberate steps to me.My knees wobbled with ever step, but I forced myself not to show it. Straightening my spine, head raised in a defiant stare as I held his eyes, his on the other hand was lazy— Like he wasn't even trying, the ground bending to his will.“What do you want now?” I hissed, brows knitting together. He ignored me stepping even closer until he was right in front of me, but taller of course. “Why? Don't you like that I am fi

~Olivia~The house doesn’t settle after truths come out.I go out after sunset.Not to escape—but to remember.The air is cooler near the old café by the river. It’s where I used to come before everything became layered and sharp and complicated. Before I learned that silence could bruise worse than words.I don’t expect to see Rowan.That’s a lie.I always expect him.He’s leaning against his car like he hasn’t aged a day—hands in pockets, posture casual, smile already forming like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. Like time paused just long enough for him to step back into my life without consequence.“Still walk like you’re arguing with the ground,” he says.I stop short. “Still talk like you’re entitled to my attention?”He grins. Same grin. Dangerous because it knows me.“Missed you too.”I should leave.Instead, I cross my arms. “What do you want, Rowan?”He straightens, expression shifting—not serious, but quieter. “To see if you’re real.”I scoff. “That’s pathetic.”“Ye