All Chapters of In the arms of two sins: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

David's POV The evening of the wedding had finally arrived, draped in a heavy, cold fog that clung to the windows of the Lawson estate. For everyone else, this was the social event of the year. For me, It was more than just my wedding day; it was Mara’s birthday. I had spent every waking moment of the last few weeks planning a surprise for her—not a gift wrapped in ribbons, but the gift of freedom from the man who currently held her heart.I walked into the room. My white designer's suit lay on the bed. The room was a hive of activity. A team of makeup artists and stylists hovered over Andrea, preparing her. “I need to speak to my fiance.” she said to them, her voice tight. They all left immediately, leaving us alone in the room. She stood up, her silk white robe sweeping the floor. She walked toward me, with a smile on her lips. “Do you like them?” she asked, gesturing to the suite. “Everything was bought directly from Paris. That tuxedo is the only one of its kind from the brand

David's povI stepped into the bedroom, the heavy scent of Andrea’s expensive perfume now sour and suffocating. She was a heap of white silk on the floor, her bridal veil discarded.She didn't even look up at first. Her shoulders were shaking, the sounds she made more like a wounded animal than a woman. When she finally felt my presence, she lifted a face that was unrecognizable—smeared black ink, red splotches, and eyes that held a lifetime of hatred."Get out," she whispered, the words trembling.I didn't move. I took one step toward the bed, my mind already calculating how to gather my things and vanish. That was the spark. Andrea screamed—a raw, glass-shattering sound—and began grabbing anything within reach. Perfume bottles, crystal vases, heavy jewelry boxes. They flew through the air, shattering against the walls and at my feet. Sharp shards of glass rained down, biting into the leather of my shoes. If I hadn't been wearing a shoe, I would have been bleeding out on the carpet.

Mara's POV The hospital room was quiet when I finally opened my eyes. The smell of disinfectant made my stomach turn, a sharp reminder of where I was. A nurse came in shortly after, her face kind but firm. She told me I shouldn’t be moving around because I was still weak, but I wasn't listening.My head was spinning with everything that had happened in the boardroom. I remembered the way Elias looked at me—the desperation in his eyes—and then the world just went black just as I stepped out from the boardroom. I knew he was the one who had brought me here. I could almost feel his scent on my skin, and that thought alone made me want to run. I couldn't be near him. Not after the sight with Clara.I ignored the nurse's warnings, signed myself out against medical advice, and took a cab straight back to the hotel. I just wanted to hide under the covers and disappear. But David was sitting, waiting for me, just at the reception. He had two large shopping bags sitting on the floor next to h

Elias’s POVDays passed, and finally, I found myself sitting in my car across from a small, busy restaurant. My heart was pounding against my ribs, a slow, heavy rhythm that I couldn't control. I had faced billionaire investors and cut-throat rivals without blinking, but today, I was terrified. I was about to meet the man whose life my family had helped ruin—Mara’s father.I watched him through the passenger window. He was busy attending to customers, his movements quick but tired. I gripped the steering wheel so tight my knuckles turned white. "Relax," I told myself, taking a deep breath. But it didn't help.I waited until the lunch rush slowed down and the last few customers were leaving. When I saw him step outside to the sidewalk to catch some fresh air, I knew it was time. I stepped out of the car and walked toward him.He looked up as I approached, and the moment our eyes locked, he froze. He stumbled back a step, his face turning pale as if he had just seen a ghost.I was openi

Mara's POVA hand caught me firmly by the waist, steadying me before I could hit the floor. I gasped, my heart hammering against my ribs. I turned to the stranger who had helped me, my breath coming in short, jagged bursts."Thank you," I managed to whisper.The man nodded and moved on as Clara rushed over to me. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with a frantic kind of worry. "Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?" she asked, her hands hovering over my arms, checking for any signs of injury.“I'm fine," I said looking at her, and for a split second, I wanted to lean into her. But then the memory of the mansion—the sight of her in Elias’s arms—flashed through my mind. I stiffened, pulling my arm back and composing myself."Why do you even care?" I murmured, my voice cold. I grabbed my bag, ignored her reaching hand, and walked out of the cafe to the company, straight toward the elevator.As the metal doors slid shut, I leaned my head against the cool wall. My mind was a whirlwind of terr