All Chapters of His Sinful Empire : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The auction house was the kind of place that reminded you just how much you loved beautiful things. With its high ceilings, cozy lighting, and the lively chatter of people who clearly had an eye for art and a bit of cash to spend, it had a vibe that was hard to resist.I got there early and snagged a seat in the middle... just the right spot to see everything without feeling too much like I was on display. Before long, Matteo found me.“Hey, I’m glad there’s a spot next to you,” he said, plopping down in the chair like he’d been invited.“I didn’t save it for you,” I shot back playfully.“I know,” he grinned. “But here I am anyway!”I glanced sideways at him. He looked sharp in a well-fitted dark suit and seemed genuinely into the catalog. I figured arguing about the seat wasn’t worth it when the auction was about to start. I had saved it for Dimitri, but he was running late.“Alright, fine,” I conceded with a smirk.Matteo smiled back and didn’t press it. We flipped through our catal

DIMITRI’S POV One month down. One more to go. That’s what I kept telling myself every morning when I woke up and every night, when I came home to an apartment that had Victoria in it and Giulia’s absence. One more month and the contract marriage ends quietly. One more month and I go to Giulia and tell things I'm not yet sure I would want her to know. One more month and I fix what I’ve spent the last thirty days breaking. One more month. I’d been saying it so long it had started to sound like something I was trying to convince myself of rather than something I actually believed. The call about my mother came in the afternoon. She was rushed to the hospital. Chest pains. Stable but they wanted her monitored. I was already grabbing my jacket when Victoria appeared in the doorway of the study. “I’ll come with you,” she said. “No.” “Dimitri—” “No Victoria.” I didn’t stop moving. “Stay here.” “She’s my mother in law—” “She’s not.” I turned to face her. “She’s

GIULIA’s POV The doorbell rang, interrupting my quiet evening. I reluctantly got up from the couch, feeling the soft fabric beneath me. I was still wearing Dimitri’s old white t-shirt, a shirt I had long ago claimed as my own. It fell just past my hips and felt incredibly comfortable. I hadn't changed since it was late and I was feeling relaxed. Matteo had texted me to say he was coming to pick up his jacket. I was a bit skeptical about giving him my number again, but I felt I had to reach out to him about the jacket he left behind when he followed me home after the auction. As I walked barefoot across the cool floor to the door, I felt a mix of anticipation and curiosity. “That was fast, Matteo,” I said as I opened the door, expecting to see my Matteo Instead, I saw Dimitri standing there. He looked tired and worn out. His tie was loose, and his shirt was slightly unbuttoned. He seemed drained, as if something heavy sat on his shoulders. “Dimitri,” I said, surprised.

Celeste The first thing I saw when I woke up was a flood of messages. Most of them came from the group chat Fiona had created before I left the hotel. I smiled immediately. Those women were impossible. Rachel had sent at least twenty messages overnight. Mia had complained about Rachel sending twenty messages overnight. Nora had reacted to all of them. And Fiona, somehow, had managed to keep the conversation on track. I was still smiling when a new message appeared. Fiona: Girls' party this weekend. Attendance is mandatory. A dozen replies followed instantly. I laughed. Then typed my own response. Me: I'm in. Almost immediately, reactions flooded in. Rachel: Yessss! Mia: Nobody escapes. Fiona: Good. We finally have a date. The discussion quickly turned into scheduling. After nearly fifteen minutes of debating everyone's availability, a date was finally chosen. Before the conversation could move on, Fiona tagged me. Fiona: How's the project? I smiled. M

Millie stood in front of the full-length mirror and turned slowly. The black evening gown hugged her figure perfectly. It wasn't the most expensive dress she owned, but it was the most strategic. Elegant enough to belong in a room full of investors and executives. Bold enough to ensure nobody forgot her. She adjusted one shoulder and studied her reflection carefully. Tonight mattered because she had finally received confirmation. Viktor was leaving the country to Italy. The moment she heard the news earlier that morning, her entire plan shifted. She needed money. A lot of it. And the quickest path to that money was standing directly in front of her. Throne. A small smile touched her lips. Poor man. He still thought she was helping him because she cared. Millie grabbed her purse and headed downstairs. Throne was already waiting. The moment he saw her, his eyes widened slightly. Wearing the dress he got her that opened half her body made his hair tick. "You look beautiful," h