Lahat ng Kabanata ng Midnight Sins: A Spicy Compilation: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

The tension in the office suite was thick, but for all the wrong reasons. Freya had spent the morning feeling guilty about the hallway explosion, wanting to bridge the gap with more than just sweat and bruises. She had a bag of his favorite takeout and a bouquet of dark lilies, her heart light for the first time in days.She didn't knock. She never had to. But as the heavy oak door swung inward, the scene before her felt like a physical blow to the solar plexus.Callum was seated at his desk, but he wasn't alone. His assistant, a woman whose ambition was as sharp as her stiletto heels, was leaned over him. Her blouse was unbuttoned low enough to reveal the lace of her bra, her breasts practically spilling onto the mahogany surface, inches from Callum's face. Her hand was resting firmly on his shoulder, her thumb stroking the shell of his ear. Callum wasn't pushing her away; he was looking right at the display, his eyes hooded and unreadable.The bag of food hit the floor with a wet, h

The corner office of Blackwood Holdings felt like a tomb of glass and steel at six in the evening. Gideon stood on the plush rug, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the rain streak down the windows of the skyscraper. On the sprawling mahogany desk lay a single document in a leather folder-his employment contract. It was more than a job; for Gideon, it was a lifeline to a world of power he could only touch from the periphery.The door clicked shut, the sound heavy and final. Sloane walked in, her heels clicking like a metronome. she didn't look at him at first; she walked to the bar and poured a finger of neat bourbon. She was the archetype of corporate lethalness: sharp-featured, dressed in a suit that cost more than Gideon's car, and possessed of a gaze that could strip a man of his dignity in seconds."Sit, Gideon," she commanded, not looking back.He sat in the low leather chair, feeling small. Sloane finally turned, leaning against her desk, the contract folder under her

The lighting in the basement studio was soft, filtered through high-end softboxes that made the mahogany furniture and velvet curtains look expensive. For Jade, this was a business, a high-stakes digital empire built on the fantasy of things that were supposed to be off-limits. Across from her, checking the audio levels on the wireless mic clipped to his t-shirt, was Kael.They weren't blood, but the law said they were family. For three years, since their parents had married, they had lived under the same roof, sharing holiday dinners and awkward morning coffee, all while hiding the electric hum that vibrated between them every time they were in the same room. Today was supposed to be a "collab"-a scripted scene for their joint premium channel where they played into the very taboo their subscribers craved."Are you ready for this?" Kael asked, his voice low. He didn't look at the camera; he looked at Jade. He was wearing a tight grey t-shirt that showed the corded muscle of his arms,

The air in the car on the way home was thick enough to choke on. Kael gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white, his jaw set in a rigid line. Beside him, Jade stared out the window, her chest heaving with suppressed fury.The dinner had been a disaster. To appease their mother's suspicions, they had agreed to a double date. Kael had brought a girl from his track team, and Jade was stuck with Mark, a polite but boring guy from her lit class."You were practically sitting in his lap, Jade," Kael spat, the silence finally breaking. "I saw him touch your knee. And you didn't move. You just smiled at him like a little brat.""Oh, shut up, Kael!" Jade whipped her head around, her eyes flashing. "What was I supposed to do? Pull away and make it obvious? You were the one leaning in every time that girl laughed at your stupid jokes. You looked like you were enjoying the attention a little too much.""It's called acting. Something you're clearly getting too good at," he growled

The sun filtered through the pine trees, casting long, mocking streaks of light across the breakfast table. The smell of bacon and fresh coffee filled the cabin, a domestic scene that felt nauseatingly normal compared to the depravity of the night before.Kael sat across from Miller, who had been invited for "pancakes and coffee" by their father. Miller looked refreshed, grinning at Jade as she emerged from the stairs, her movements stiff and her eyes hooded. Kael's hand was in his pocket, his thumb resting on the dial of a small, sleek remote he'd retrieved from his nightstand."Sleep well, Jade?" Miller asked, his eyes roaming over her face. "You disappeared pretty fast last night.""I was... tired," Jade managed, sliding into the chair Kael had kicked out for her-the one directly between him and Miller.Kael smiled, a cold, predatory expression. "She was exhausted. Worn out, really." He looked at Jade, his thumb clicking the remote to the lowest setting.The vibration was a low,