Todos los capítulos de His Sinful Empire : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

He made eggs. Simple and nothing fancy. I sat at the table in my robe and watched him move around the kitchen and tried not to think about the woman in heels who’d left too quickly to be any cleaning lady I’d ever seen. I let it go. For now. He set the plate in front of me and sat across from me and we ate the way we’d done everything since last night… quietly, without filling the silence just to fill it. I’d forgotten that was possible with someone. Dimitri always needed the silence occupied. Music, conversation, the television on in the background. He didn’t know how to just sit. Luca sat like silence was somewhere he lived. I looked around the room. Then out the window at the grounds outside. The house was modest from the outside but inside everything was chosen carefully. Nothing cheap. Nothing careless. “Your uncle,” I said. “He must be doing very well for himself.” Luca looked up. “I mean this place.” I gestured vaguely. “The car you drive. A gardener’s salary doe

AUTHOR’S POV The slap came before she could finish the sentence. Gia’s head snapped to the side. She didn’t make a sound. She’d learned a long time ago that making a sound only made it worse. “How did you pay your mother’s medical bills.” Marco Santoro’s voice was very calm. That was the thing about him, he was always calmest when he was most dangerous. “You’ve been stealing from me.” Gia straightened. Touched her cheek once. Looked at him directly. “How would I steal from you when you’re the most stingy man alive.” The second slap was harder than the first. “Watch your tone.” He stepped closer. “Young lady.” The room was small. Two of his men stood by the door saying nothing, looking at nothing, the way men in his world learned to make themselves invisible when the boss was displeased. The door opened. A third man entered and handed Marco a paper without a word. Marco looked down at it. His expression didn’t change immediately. That was how you knew it was bad, wh

NINA's POV I woke up gradually, feeling a turmoil that kept me from truly waking up. My body was heavy, my head foggy, as if sleep had only skimmed the surface, leaving everything else untouched. For a moment, I lay still, staring at the ceiling and listening intently. The house was silent—too silent. Then I saw him. Enzo was on the couch. He wasn’t lying down. He rarely did. He sat upright, one arm resting on his knee, head tilted slightly forward, eyes closed but face tense like he tolerated sleep rather than trusting it. Even when unconscious, he looked like a man ready for a fight. I wondered how long he’d been there, if he’d watched me sleep, or if he’d been waiting. My chest tightened. Carefully, I slipped out of bed, the sheets made soft sounds as I moved. My bare feet touched the cold floor, grounding me. I didn’t look at him again as I stepped out of the bedroom. I just needed the morning air… some space. A few seconds where I wasn’t under his gaze. I took th

Nina’s POV I was standing at the terrace when I heard a voice behind me. “Nice view.” I stiffened slightly before turning around. Nico. “Nico,” I said, surprised. “You’re… here.” He smiled, easy and friendly. “I’ve been pretty busy.” I nodded and forced a smile of my own. “When I heard my brother brought you here,” he continued, leaning casually against the railing, “I was quite surprised.” I let out a small scoff. “Surprised?” “Well,” he said lightly, “you two must make a pretty cute couple.” The words hit harder than they should have. I laughed once, it was brief and humorless. “What?” Nico asked, studying me more closely now. “Isn’t he treating you right?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I looked down at the floor, my fingers curling around the cold stone of the railing. Silence between us, and I hated how much it showed. “You look…” Nico paused. I glanced up. “Beautiful,” he finished. For a second, I didn’t know what to do with that. Compliments fro

NINA’S POV I was half asleep on the couch when the door opened. “Hey hey.” I opened one eye. Giulia stood in the doorway looking more like herself than she had in days. Something lighter in her face. I sat up. “How are you?” “No.” She crossed the room and dropped beside me. “I’m asking you that.” “I’m fine.” She gave me that look. “Surviving,” I corrected. “Better.” She tucked her legs under her. “Dimitri is at the hotel. He said he’ll wait until I’m ready.” Something soft moved across her face when she said his name. “But before any of that—” she grabbed my hand. “Tonight. You and me. Girls night.” “Giulia—” “I have the perfect dress for you.” “I don’t think—” “Nina.” No room for argument. “When was the last time you did something just for yourself? Something that had nothing to do with Enzo or any of it?” I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. “Exactly,” she said. “Get up.” She had taste. I’d give her that. The dress was deep green, simple, the kind