All Chapters of In the arms of two sins: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DAVID’S POVMara pushed me away so hard I almost stumbled backward.“What is wrong with you?” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to slice into the cold night around us.I stared at her, my heartbeat pounding in my throat. “I’m telling you the truth, Mara. I don’t want the wedding. I don’t want her.”“I don’t care!” she fired back. “Why are you telling me that? Why—why would you say it to me?”“Because you’re the one I want,” I said quietly.Her face twisted—not with softness, but anger. Disbelief.“No. You don’t get to do this.”She shoved the drink I bought for her into my chest. “Take your drink. And take your… whatever this is. I’m not interested, David.”“Mara—”“No.”Her voice broke for a split-second before she hardened it again.“You can’t show up out of nowhere and start acting like we’re still together. We’re not. And whatever your wedding problems are, they are your problems. Not mine.”She turned and walked away so fast I could barely catch my breath.“Mara!” I called out.

Elias POVBusiness first. That was the mantra I repeated to myself as I sat in the glass-walled conference room, the morning sunlight reflecting off the polished surfaces, glinting faintly in the metal nameplates before me. But thinking about her was a mistake, one I kept making.Those thoughts weren’t harmless. They pulled me off balance.I didn’t need that.Still, my mind kept drifting back to her…wondering how she was holding up back there,wondering if she was fine.The investors from China, South Korea, and Dubai had come for a multibillion-dollar joint partnership. After tense negotiations, contracts and assurances, the deal was sealed, trillions in projected revenue, equity finalized, and the Dubai representative, Amira Al-Farouq, would accompany me to New York to oversee integration.The evening continued with a celebratory dinner. Soft chandelier light glimmered across the polished table, and the smell of roasted meats and rich sauces filled the air. I held a glass of red

Mara's POV The night air on the terrace was cool, but my skin felt hot. My pulse thudded painfully in my ears as I stepped closer. Camille stood with her arms crossed, her posture rigid, her gaze sharp enough to cut through stone. Elias sat beside her, lean and composed, legs crossed, expression icy and unreadable. He didn’t look at me. Not once. It was as if my presence wasn’t even registered. I swallowed hard and forced myself into the seat opposite them, gripping the armrests until my knuckles whitened. Camille’s voice broke the tense silence. “You’ve seen what’s online, I assume.” I nodded quietly. “Yes.” Just saying it aloud made it worse. Not just the scandal itself, but the weight of this conversation. Here. With him. Across from me. And he didn’t even glance in my direction. Camille exhaled sharply. “This scandal is becoming a disaster. Andrea has been hysterical. She believes you’ve been sneaking around with her fiancé. Mara, what exactly is going on between you and

David's POV Her scream didn’t come. Instead, Mara stiffened in my arms, trembling, her breath hitting my chest in quick, shaky bursts. I tightened my hold around her shoulders, anchoring her. “Mara,” I murmured, lowering my voice. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?” She shook her head, still pressed against me. “I’m… I’m fine. I didn’t see who it was, he was following me.” I glanced sharply toward the dark corner the shadow had disappeared into. They were gone. I exhaled and gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. “Hey… look at me.” She hesitated, then lifted her eyes. Vulnerable. Rattled. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” I said quietly. “I shouldn’t have brought you to a place like this at night.” Her fingers trembled. The fear was still on her skin. Come,” I said gently, placing a hand at the small of her back. “Let’s get out of here. You shouldn’t be walking alone at this hour.” She nodded slowly. We walked out o

Mara's POVI was halfway down the corridor toward my office when Richard stepped into my path, files tucked neatly against his chest.“Mrs. Lawson,” he said politely, slowing his pace to match mine. “I have a few documents that require your signature.”“Alright,” I replied with a nod. “Bring them in.”My office felt unusually quiet when I stepped inside. The glass wall reflected the rest of the floor, and instinctively, my gaze shifted to Elias’s office.Empty.He wasn’t there.I sat behind my desk, smoothing my gown as Richard entered and laid the files out carefully in front of me. He hesitated, then followed my line of sight.“Mr. Lawson stepped out earlier,” he said. “He’s in a meeting outside the company, with the Dubai lady.”The words settled heavily in my chest.My thoughts went straight to Amira.I kept my expression neutral, forcing composure over the sudden discomfort curling inside me. “I see. Thank you.”Richard nodded and turned to leave, closing the door softly behind h