All Chapters of In the arms of two sins: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Mara's PovI stared at Elias, my chest tight with a frustration that felt like it was going to choke me. "You know nothing," I said, my voice low and trembling. "Stop trying to draw conclusions and stop making me out to be the villain of this story. I am finally calm, and I don't want to get pissed off again. Just let me breathe.""I'm just saying it doesn't give you the right to treat your father that way, Mara," he countered. He took a step toward me, his shadow stretching across my desk. "Do you remember what you told me? When I was angry at Dr. Dan, you were the one who advised me not to be cruel. You told me that holding onto that kind of hate only poisons the person carrying it. Why is it different for you?""Because—" I snapped, my composure finally slipping. But I couldn't find the right words to use. "Because my father didn't just 'make a mistake.' He calculated my value and decided his happiness was worth more than my happiness. You have no idea what it feels like to be bet

Mara's PovThe screen of my phone lit up with a text from Richard, saying he wants to see me and talk things out. Promising he'll not hide a single detail from me.I stared at the text, then at the grave of Elena Scott. I didn't reply. I didn't even move. I just looked at the dates on the headstone again. I took a photo of the headstone and walked away, leaving the cemetery. When I finally reached my bedroom at the mansion, I pushed the door open and stopped. Andrea was there again. I almost flinched, my hand tightening on the doorknob. She was sitting on the sofa in my room. The cold, distant version of her from the hallway was gone. She was back to being the terrified girl who had cornered me days ago."What are you doing here, Andrea?" I asked, closing the door."Did you tell him?" she asked immediately. Her voice was thin. "Did you tell Halter?"I realized I had completely forgotten "I forgot," I said, though it was more that I didn't know if I should trust her. "I've not been

Mara's PovI searched for hours, but didn't see anything. Giving up was my last option. Finally, in the bottom drawer of a cabinet, I found it. I flipped through the pages. Most were typed, professional documents with standard background checks. But when I reached Margaret’s file, I stopped. Her name at the top was Margaret Scott.Unlike the others, her page was covered in handwritten notes. The ink was faded, but the handwriting was unmistakably Philip’s. He had been investigating her. There were scribbles in the margins—dates, names of small towns, and a series of question marks next to her start date. I looked at her age. She was twenty-eight. I looked at her mother’s name in the emergency contact section: **Elena Scott**. Philip had been digging into Margaret’s life, and shortly after, he ended up dead.I looked at the address listed for her family home. It was a small village deep in the woods of upstate New York, about a two-hour journey from the city. I pulled out my phon

Elias Pov I stood by the hospital entrance, the cold air biting at my face as I watched her walk inside. I had texted her the address an hour ago, but seeing her actually arrive made the weight in my chest feel heavier. Mara didn't look at me as she passed. She was already crying, her shoulders shaking under her coat, her eyes fixed on the sliding glass doors as if to check if the news was true. I followed her to the morgue. When we entered the room where Richard’s body lay, the sound that came out of her was raw. It wasn't a scream; it was a broken sob that filled the room. He wasn't shot. There were no stab wounds, no signs of a struggle. But the lead doctor had pulled me aside earlier to deliver the news: they had detected a specific toxin in his bloodstream. It was a fast-acting chemical that mimicked a massive cardiac event. Looking at Richard’s pale skin, I felt a chill of recognition. It was too similar to the way Philip had looked in those final hours."Mara," I said softl

Margret’s PovI stood by the kitchen, watching as Elias sprinted up and down searching for her. A small smile spread across my face. Finally, Mara was out of the picture. Whether she had run away or collapsed in a ditch didn't matter to me; she was no longer breathing down my neck."What’s got you looking so bright, Margaret?" one of the younger maids asked as she hauled a tray toward the sink. "He is losing his mind out there, and you look like you just won the lottery.""It’s just my lucky day, Sarah," I said, my voice smooth. "Something good just happened to me."I didn't pay attention to their questions and talk. I went back to my cooking, stirring a pot of light vegetable broth. The steam rose in my face, warm and humid. As I stirred, I thought about how long I had waited for this silence. No one was originally supposed to get hurt besides George Lawson. He was the one who my revenge was for. He was the target. And I had succeeded there—the "accident" that took him out was my m