Todos os capítulos de In the arms of two sins: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Elias's POV I stood back a few feet, giving her the space she needed. I watched her silhouette against the darkening sky. She looked so small, so fragile standing before her mother’s grave. My heart ached for her. I had spent so much of my life focused on power and control that I had forgotten what it felt like to simply mourn. When she finally turned around, her eyes were red and swollen, her face flushed like a child who had been crying for hours. She looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read—a mixture of gratitude, exhaustion, and something deeper. Before I could ask if she was okay, she didn't just walk to me, and launched herself into my arms. I stumbled back slightly from the force of it, my boots scuffing against the gravel path. I wrapped my arms around her instinctively, pulling her flush against my chest. She clung to me as if she were drowning and I was the only thing keeping her afloat. I didn't say a word. I just stood there, patting her hair and breathing

Elias’s POVI felt Mara’s hand leave mine immediately, as if she were terrified grandma would catch on. I looked at her, seeing her shift her gaze to another angle. I looked at grandma."When did you return?" I asked, still surprised .She opened her mouth to say something, her hand reaching out as she tried to take a step toward me, but then her body swayed. Her eyes rolled back slightly, and she stumbled."Grandma!" I surged forward, catching her by the elbows before she could hit the marble. I felt the frailty of her bones beneath her silk robe. I carefully guided her to a nearby armchair, lowering her into the velvet seat. "Don't stress yourself. You shouldn't be standing."She clutched my wrist, her breathing shallow. When she was finally calm, she spoke up. "I was looking for you, Elias. Yesterday... all day. I expected to see you. Where were you?"I didn't answer. I just adjusted the shawl over her shoulders.Margaret appeared from the hallway, carrying a silver tray that held

Andrea's POVI was standing in front of my mirror, fastening my diamond earrings, when the door to my room swung open. I didn’t need to turn around to know it was mother. Through the reflection of the mirror, I saw her troubled face, and I knew it was because of our conversation yesterday might."We need to talk," she said. Her voice was steady, but there was an edge to it that made my skin crawl.I let out a long, audible sigh, not even bothering to look at her directly. I picked up my second earring, focusing on the tiny clasp. "I’m not in the mood for one of your long talks, Mother. I have places to be.""This isn't a request, Andrea," she said, stepping further into the room. She stood right behind me, her eyes meeting mine in the glass. "Do you truly think I killed Philip? After everything I have done for this family, do you really believe I am capable of that?"I kept quiet, my fingers fumbling with the jewelry. I didn't want to answer her. I didn't want to look into the dark pi

Andrea's POV I stood in the center of Mara’s bedroom, the silence of the mansion pressing against my eardrums. I watched her as she slept, her chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic pace. She looked so peaceful, so untouched by the chaos she had caused in my life.I had never truly cared about Mara. To me, she was just Philip’s wife—a quiet, unremarkable girl who stayed in the background. But that changed the day I found out about her and David. The humiliation of knowing my fiancé had a history with her, that he had loved her first, was like a physical wound on my skin. I looked at her now and wondered what she had that I didn't. How did she do it? How did she make every man in my life fall for her so easily? Was I missing something? Was there some secret to her sweetness that I couldn't grasp?I stepped closer to the bed, my shadow stretching out over her blankets until it covered her completely. My eyes landed on the spare pillow resting beside her head. A dark, heavy though

Elias Pov I walked past the nurses' station, my footsteps heavy on the tiled floor. I didn't knock. I pushed the door to Dr. Dan’s office open and stepped inside, closing it softly behind me.Dr. Dan was sitting at his office desk, scribbling something on a chart. He looked up, and the color drained from his face instantly. He dropped his pen."Mr. Lawson... I didn't expect to see you," his voice cracked, the words trembling as they left his throat.I didn't answer. I walked to the chair opposite him and sat down. I leaned back, crossing my legs, and just watched him. I didn't blink. I didn't move. The silence stretched between us, thick and suffocating. Every second that passed made him more unsettled. He started to fidget with his tie, his eyes darting toward the door and then back to me."What... what brings you here, Elias? I heard the news about your grandmother. I am deeply—""How much were you paid to kill her?" I cut him off. My voice was dangerously calm, a flat monotone tha