Todos los capítulos de In the arms of two sins: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Elias PovThe glass walls of my office felt like they were closing in. I sat behind my desk, my eyes tracking the digital clock on the wall. Every second that ticked by was a second Margaret was lying in that hospital bed, and a second my mother was pacing the halls of our home like a caged animal.The phone on my desk buzzed. It was the lead surgeon in charge of Margret."She’s stable, Mr. Lawson," the doctor said. "The transfusion took well. Her vitals are strong, and she’s resting. We’ll keep her under observation, but the immediate danger has passed."I exhaled, a long, shaky breath. "Thank you, Doctor. Keep a guard at her door. No one goes in but medical staff."I hung up and leaned back, rubbing my temples. Camille’s words from the night before kept looping in my brain like a broken record. *She stabbed herself. She did it to frame me.* It sounded like the desperate lie of a woman caught red-handed. Why would a girl like Margaret, who had nothing but her job, try to take her own

Margret's PovI opened my eyes to a ceiling that was far too white and lights that stung like needles. The air was thick with the smell of antiseptic. I tried to shift my weight, but a flare of pain ripped through my midsection, forcing a gasp out of me."Careful now," a nurse said, appearing at my bedside. She was busy checking a monitor, her face a mask of professional boredom. "That’s a deep wound. Don't try to sit up. I’ll go tell the doctor you’re finally with us."She vanished before I could ask a single question. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my breath coming in shallow hitches. The pain in my tummy was a dull, throbbing roar, but my mind was moving fast. Elias. He actually did it. He brought me here.A slow, cold heat spread through my chest. If I was here, Andrea had to be here too. I needed to find her. That girl was a loose end, a ticking time bomb that could ruin everything I’d built. I had to get to her first. I had to make sure she never spoke again.The thought

Elias PovThe air in the doctor’s office was thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee. I sat across from the doctor, my hands onthe two arm rest of my chair, my leg crossed, waiting. When the door finally opened, Detective Miller stepped inside.He didn't waste time. After a brief nod to both of us, he pulled up a chair and sat down. "You said it was urgent, Mr. Lawson. What have you got?"I looked at him, my voice steady despite the storm raging in my chest. "There is someone you’ll be arresting soon. This person has killed many innocent people. She’s attempted murder on my sister, and she’s a threat to everyone I care about."The detective raised an eyebrow, pulling out a notepad. "Who are we talking about?""Margaret," I said, the name feeling like poison in my mouth. "Our head maid."Miller paused, his pen hovering over the paper. "A maid? You're telling me a maid is responsible for the string of deaths surrounding your family?""She isn't just a maid," I snapped at him

Mara's PovThe sun decided it was the right day to punish me. It was a physical weight on my shoulders, pressing down with a dry heat that made the pavement shimmer. I sat on the edge of the curb, in front of the house, my shadow shrinking as the hours ticked by. This was the third day. The neighbors had stopped staring; now, I was just part of the landscape, a girl in a long coat who refused to give up.My skin felt tight, and my throat was like sandpaper, but I didn't budge. I couldn't. This house—this silent, peeling house—held the only bridge back to the truth. Just as I was beginning to feel lightheaded, the heavy thud of a bolt sliding back echoed through the quiet street. I scrambled to my feet, my joints stiff and aching. The door creaked open just a few inches, and Claudia’s weary face appeared in the gap. She looked at me, then at the empty street, her brow furrowed in a mix of irritation and pity."You really don't give up, do you?" she sighed, her voice thin.I stepped fo

David's Pov The sound of the door slamming in my face was final. I stood on that porch for a long time, staring at the door, waiting for my heart to stop its frantic hammering against my ribs. But the silence that followed was worse than the shouting. It was cold. She was serious—I had finally pushed her to a point where I was a stranger to her.I walked back to my car, my legs feeling like lead. The drive home was a blur of streetlights and shadows, but my mind was stuck in a loop. I kept seeing Mara’s eyes—the way they had turned from soft and trusting to jagged glass. She was right. Every word she threw at me was a needle I had sharpened myself.I didn't sleep that night. I couldn't. I sat in my darkened living room, the only light coming from the moon bleeding through the curtains. I thought about every time I had found out a piece of the puzzle. Every time I realized Margaret was behind everything. I had held those secrets out of my own selfishness, thinking I was being smart. I