All Chapters of In the arms of two sins: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Elias POV I was already in my office when morning came. Sleep had been pointless. I made sure she didn't stress while sleeping. Richard knocked before entering, Amira right behind him. He placed a file on my desk, murmured something about schedules, then excused himself, leaving us alone. Amira smiled as she took a seat across from me, crossing her legs with deliberate ease. She launched straight into business—Dubai investors, numbers, timelines, expectations. I nodded when required, responded when necessary, but my attention kept drifting. Was she awake? Had she rested like I told them to make sure she did? I had sent clothes up to the suite before dawn. Comfortable ones. Shoes. Breakfast. Instructions for her not to leave yet. To rest. Why do I care so much? “Mr. Lawson” Amira’s voice pulled me back. “You’ve been quiet,” she said lightly. “That’s not like you.” I glanced at her. “Apologies. Continue.” She did, but after a moment, she stopped again, studyin

Mara's POVI wasn’t expecting to see him in my office.The door had barely closed behind me before my gaze locked on the tall figure standing near my desk, his back half-turned, one hand braced against the glass wall as though he’d been pacing.For a second, I simply stood there.“What are you doing here?” The question stayed lodged in my throat, refusing to come out.My pulse stumbled, heat rushing to my face without warning. My mind betrayed me, drifting to the suite. To the way his eyes had lingered when he’d seen me bare and unguarded. My skin felt suddenly exposed again, as though memory alone could strip me.He turned at the sound of my movement.For the briefest moment, something unreadable crossed his face. Surprise. Tension. Guilt—maybe. Then it vanished, replaced by that familiar, controlled mask.“I…” he began, then stopped.I crossed my arms slowly, grounding myself. “You were saying?”He cleared his throat, glancing around as though the walls might offer him an answer. “I

David's POVMy room felt too quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against my ears until my own thoughts grew louder than they should. I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, replaying Elias’ words at the table over and over again. The way his voice had cut through the room when he said Mara was missing. The door opened softly behind me.Andrea stepped inside, closing it with care. She paused when she saw me sitting in the dark, sensing something was wrong before I ever said a word.“What’s the problem?” she asked cautiously. “Is it still about Mara?”I stood, slow and deliberate, turning to face her, needing to confront the suspicion that had taken root in my mind the moment Elias broke the news.“Andrea,” I said, my voice low and strained, “please. I need the truth from you.”Her brows pulled together. “What are you talking about?” She said, confusion flickering across her face. “What’s wrong with you?”I took a step toward her. Then another. The distance betwee

Mara's POVThe first thing I noticed was the silence.Not the empty kind, but the kind that settled differently—heavier, unfamiliar. The air felt colder. Thicker. The ground beneath me no longer vibrated the way it had before.They had moved me.I didn’t need to see to know that much.My eyes were still covered, the cloth tight against my skin, pressing darkness into me. My wrists ached where they were tied, my legs stiff and numb from being bound for too long. Every movement sent a dull pain crawling up my limbs.I swallowed, my throat dry.I hadn’t eaten since they took me.My head tilted slightly when I heard voices nearby—low, unbothered. Men. More than one.“…told you she’s all over the news now,” one of them said.Another scoffed. “Boss warned him. Said not to let the police get involved.”“And he still did,” the first replied. “If anything happens now, it’s on him.”I stilled.Him.My chest tightened.They weren’t talking about just anyone.Was it Elias they were talking about?

David's POVI was halfway into my room when I saw Andrea standing by the bed, my phone in her hand. She startled when she saw me, fingers jerking as if she’d been burned. Her eyes darted down to the screen, then back to me—too quick, too guilty.“What are you doing?” I asked, already moving toward her.“Nothing,” she said too fast. “I was just doing something with your phone.”I reached her in two strides and snatched it from her hand.She tried to grab it back. “David, wait…”The screen was still lit. I glanced at it and saw a call log. A recent call log. And it looked like she was trying to delete it.My blood went cold.“Who called me?” I demanded.“No one,” she said, stammering now. “It’s probably spam. You don’t need to…”Immediately, the phone rang.The same number.Andrea lunged for my arm. “Don’t answer that.”I shoved her hand away and hit accept.“Hello?”At first, there was nothing.Just static. Breathing.Then—“Let me go!”The scream tore through the line, raw and panicke