Semua Bab CAPTIVE SINS: Bab 11 - Bab 17

The courtroom was elaborate and intimidating. High ceilings with ornate details. Dark wood paneling on the walls. A judge's bench elevated above everyone else, positioned to literally look down on the accused and the plaintiffs. Rows of seats for the gallery. A witness stand. A jury box. Everything designed to make you feel small and powerless.Dimitri sat in the audience seats, watching the court session unfold with calculated precision. Everything was going according to plan. The prosecutor was delivering his carefully fabricated arguments. The evidence was false. The witnesses were paid. The judge was controlled.His phone buzzed. A call from one of the men at his penthouse.He ignored it. Cut the call.He focused on the court, watching as everything aligned perfectly into place. His sub-head sat at the defendant's table, looking appropriately scared and contrite. The prosecutor was doing better than expected, his arguments so carefully constructed they seemed absolutely believable

Natasha opened her eyes at six in the morning. She couldn't believe she hadn't slept a single hour. The pain in her leg had stolen her sleep, denying her the mercy of unconsciousness. And it wasn't just the pain.It was the screaming.The faint, annoying screaming from somewhere in the penthouse. The sounds of fucking.. She knew exactly what they were doing. She knew exactly who he was with.Gosh, she was just so stupid for being deceived by him. Her heart had fluttered for nothing. Her hopes had been suddenly up when he carried her. When he was gentle with her. It was all just fake. She hated her heart for being so weak. For being so susceptible to a womanizer.The way he'd thrown the drugs on her lap. The way his face had turned cold and distant. She regretted every bit of that little feeling she'd had last night. She was never going to be wavered by him again. He was a jerk. And that whore was just so shameless.She shook her head and tried sitting up. The pain had reduced slightly

The next day, Natasha had the best sleep she'd had in days. Her leg was improving significantly. She could stand alone now, limping into the bathroom by herself. She did a proper bath, applied her body ointment, and was just finishing zipping up her top when her door suddenly opened.It was him."Hey," she said sharply. "Why do you never knock?"He looked at her silently, then closed the door.He knocked.Then he opened it again and raised an eyebrow."Are you satisfied now?" he asked.She rolled her eyes and scolded him. "You should form the habit of knocking. I'm a lady."He smirked. That annoying smirk that made her stomach flip.He wasn't dressed like he was going to work. His long hair was packed back neatly. He had earrings on. He looked so hot. So impossibly tall. So completely unfair.She shook her head and hoped he would leave. She couldn't even bear his presence right now."Are you not going to work?" she asked."I'll be staying home with you until you heal," he said.His ey

Dimitri got home late in the night looking completely stressed out. His mind was still in turmoil. The file. The impossible file. He wanted to believe it was fake. He wanted to believe there was no file anywhere. He'd destroyed it years ago. No one could use anything against him. Anyone who tried would be destroyed, close or distant.The maids collected his coat as he took the elevator to his room. His head turned toward Natasha's door. He wondered if she was asleep.The thought of her lit up his confused mind. He should check on her.He was about to take a step when her door opened.She was in her nightie. A sexy one at that.His eyes slowly fell down her body, tracing the soft curves outlined by the thin fabric. Her legs. He noticed she was standing quite well on it now. The healing was progressing.He looked back at her face.She was looking at him too."Are you okay?" she asked suddenly. Her voice sounded worried.Yeah, his appearance was probably wrong. His emotions were mixed up