In the arms of two sins의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

Elias POV The look on Mara’s face stayed with me after she walked past. Something in her eyes had changed. Jealousy? I couldn’t tell for sure. I stood there for a moment, frozen, then turned to Jacqueline. “What happened?” I asked roughly. “That look on her face… what did you say to her?” “She knows about Luke, she confronted me about him,” Jacqueline said. “I don’t know how she found out, but she knows about us.” My jaw tightened. “She can't find out yet. Not until this is over.” “Should we tell her everything?” “No,” I said quickly. “I’ll talk to her myself when this ends. I just hope she doesn’t ruin anything.” Back in my suite, I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Everything hit me at once—Mara’s kidnapping, the hostage, the scandal, the fake engagement. Too much, all at once. But I keep telling myself it would be over soon. It had been too long since I’d been around her. My heart ached to see her, to know how she's fairing. She was right when she sai

Elias POVBy the time I reached her, my fists were already flying. One of Volkov’s men went down with a crack to the jaw. Another staggered back when my elbow drove into his ribs. I didn’t think. I didn’t calculate. I moved on instinct—rage guiding every step.“How dare you!”One of them reached for me.Bad move.I slammed him into the wall hard enough to rattle the frame. He slid down, groaning. The last man barely had time to raise his hands before my fist met his face. He collapsed onto the carpet, blood already staining his lip.Jacqueline was frozen on the sofa, eyes wide, breath shaking. I crossed the room in two strides and pulled her into me, wrapping my arms around her like a shield.“It’s okay,” I said low and tight. “I’ve got you.”She clung to my jacket like she was drowning. And then Volkov’s voice cut through the room."Elias," Volkov said, his voice smooth as oil. "You’re making a mess of my floor."He stood in the doorway, calm and composed like he hadn’t just lost con

Mara's POVIt had been days since Elias has been away from home, and the house felt like it was filled with cold smoke. I stayed in my room or buried myself in work, trying to pretend he didn’t exist. He hadn't called. He hadn't checked on me. The man who had once looked at me with such intensity now acted like I was just a ghost haunting the hallways of his family home.I told myself I didn’t care. I told myself I was done. But today was the engagement party, and the lie finally crumbled.I told Camille I was sick, staying behind while the rest of them went to celebrate his union with Jacqueline. Being alone in the house was worse. Every corner reminded me of the night he arrived—of the way he looked, the way he smelled, and the secret we shared that was slowly poisoning me. It hurt. It hurt so much that I had spent the evening crying until my eyes burned. He was really doing it. He was moving on, tying himself to someone else, while I was left here trapped in the wreckage of the Law

Elia's POV "We found this tucked into his sleeve," the doctor said, handing me a small plastic evidence bag.I took the bag. Inside was a silver bracelet, simple but sturdy. I stared at it.Was this a clue Mark had died to protect? Or was it the signature of the person who had snuffed out his life? I didn't have the energy to guess. I simply slid it into my pocket and sat down on a nearby bench, my head in my hands. My fists were clenched so tight my knuckles turned white.Frustration consumed me. Every time I thought I was close to the truth, something strange happens. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I answered it without looking."Mr. Lawson?" a voice spoke. "The boy's awake." I checked the caller. It was the doctor in charge of Mark’s little brother—the boy who had been in the hospital for so long.My heart gave a painful thud. I had promised Mark I would look after that boy, but in the chaos of the last few weeks, I hadn't even visited. "Is everything okay?" I asked."He’s not full

Mara's POV "Shhh—" he murmured against my ear. His breath, a furnace of alcohol. His words were slurred, but the intent behind them was sharp enough to draw blood. "I've missed you—I've missed this, Mara.""You’re drunk," I gasped, trying to pry his hands wrapped around me, but he only tightened them more. "David, stop. Think about what you're doing. Think about Andrea."The mention of her name seemed to trigger something dark. With a low growl, he spun me around. The movement was so sudden, so violent, that my head spun. In the dim, silver light of the moon, David’s eyes were unrecognizable. Gone was the gentle boy from my past. In his place was a man unraveling, his pupils blown wide, his expression a twisted mask of grief and entitlement."Don't talk to me about Andrea," he hissed. "You know I came into the Lawson's family for you. You...Mara."Before I could draw breath to talk, he lunged. His mouth crashed onto mine in a kiss that wasn't a request—it was a forced claim. It taste