บททั้งหมดของ In the arms of two sins: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Elias POVAs I entered the mansion, dinner was already served and everyone was seated. I went straight to the table and sat down as food was placed in front of me.I didn’t push it away, unlike I had done the past few days. I picked up my cutlery and began eating without comment. The first bite went down easily. The second followed. Before I realized it, the plate was almost empty.It struck me then that this was the first proper meal I had eaten since Mara was taken. Camille spoke at some point, something about Mara being found, about how worried she had been and how relieved she was now, but I only responded with a brief, “Yes.” I didn’t look up. My thoughts were elsewhere.Who was the culprit in this mansion?The question repeated itself over and over as I ate.Andrea?Jealousy clung to her like a second skin. It was obvious she despises Mara because of her past with David. But was she capable of something like this?The anonymous sender had gone as far as attempting to kill me

Mara's POVI thought it would take longer to save me.Before I passed out, before everything went dark, I caught a familiar scent through the fear and pain. I didn’t want to hope it was him. Hope would have hurt too much if I woke up and found myself still trapped with them.I told myself not to believe it.I told myself that if I opened my eyes, I would still be there.But when I did open them, the first person I saw was Elias.Not a memory. Not a dream. Him.The relief hit me so hard it almost hurt. He had really saved me. And not just that, he stayed. He watched me. He fed me. He even went as far as raising his voice at the doctors.This wasn’t the Elias who ignored me.This wasn’t the Elias who punished me with silence.This Elias noticed everything.And that scared me more than the kidnapping ever did.Because my heart reacted before my mind could stop it. Each small thing he did—his presence, his care, the way he refused to leave my side, made something dangerous grow inside my

Mara's POV“I didn’t mean to scare you,” David said softly, his eyes searching mine. “I just… I wanted to know you were okay.”My chest tightened. The sight of him beside my bed, so close, so real, left me breathless.“It’s fine,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.He shifted slightly, careful not to overwhelm me. “I was really scared when you were taken,” he admitted. “It was hard… seeing you like that. I thought I’d lost you.”Hearing him talk like this reminded me of the past. He had always been caring. It was frustrating why these memories chose this moment to resurface.I swallowed, curling my hands into the blanket. “You… shouldn’t be here,” I said softly, trying to change the subject without sounding harsh.His lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “And yet, here I am,” he said. “I had to see for myself that you were really okay.”I looked down. “Thank you,” I murmured.He leaned a little closer. “It’s not wrong for me to check on you, is it? I’ve always cared, Mara. You

Elias POV“I’m so sorry,” she says softly, bending down immediately—instinctively—to pick up the pieces herself.I turn back toward Camille just as I hear Mara’s breath hitch. The sound is faint, but it cuts straight through me. My eyes drop, and I see it—blood spilling from her hand, red against her skin. My body reacts before my mind does. I almost rush to her.Almost.But I didn't move.Margaret hurries forward at once, kneeling to help gather the broken glass from the floor as Mara straightens and turns away, already heading upstairs. She doesn’t look back.It must really hurt.I thought in my mind.The thought presses hard against my chest.Before Camille continued speaking, the front door opens.The private doctor for Mara arrives.Relief crashes through me as he approaches me. Thank Goodness.It was the only way out of this moment.“Excuse me, Mother. I’ll be back,” I muttered, already moving. I lead the doctor upstairs, my steps quick, my jaw tight. When we reach Mara’s roo

Mara's POV By the time we got back to the company, I convinced myself I was imagining things. That it was only the trauma, the shadows left behind from that night, that made me think I had caught a familiar scent in the crowd. I told myself I was fine. That I was just tired. That I was seeing ghosts in daylight. But even as the elevator doors opened, the feeling didn’t fade. It clung to me, quiet and persistent, whispering that I was missing something. When I reached my floor, I exhaled. Elias’s office was dark. Empty. Thank God. I turned my key, stepped into my office, and shut the door behind me. My pulse began to slow. I just needed to focus, to breathe, to get through the rest of the day without falling apart. I walked toward my desk, already reaching for the chair— “Why did you run when you saw me?” The voice behind me froze my blood. I turned sharply, my heart slamming against my ribs. He stood there, leaning against the doorframe, his leg crossed to the