Todos os capítulos de Sinful desires.: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

This is all my fault. This is all my fault. I whispered that over and over again, the words scraping against my throat until they felt raw and heavy. I curled my feet up tighter against my chest, hugging my knees so hard my knuckles ached, as if somehow I could fold myself small enough to disappear completely. The room was pitch dark, the curtains drawn tight against the afternoon light that tried to sneak in around the edges. I had locked myself in here the moment Mom slammed the door behind her after catching us—Marcus and me—together in his living room. The image kept replaying in my head: her wide eyes, the sharp intake of breath, the way her face twisted from shock to something colder, something like disgust. I couldn’t bear to face her. I couldn’t bear to face him either, not yet. Not when every second that passed made the weight of what I’d done press harder on my chest.The silence in the room was suffocating, broken only by the distant hum of the house and the occasional

“So, tell me, were you fucking him while we were still married?”She froze for a fraction of a second when the question landed. That tiny pause was all the confirmation I needed. Then she recovered, faking a delicate cough into her fist.“I wasn’t.”“Hmm.” I nodded once, slow. Truthfully, I didn’t care whether she had or hadn’t. The marriage had been dead long before Elias ever looked at me the way he did. But the legal grounds were still useful. Abandonment. Leaving the marital home without notice. Denying me conjugal rights for months. There were plenty of angles if I wanted to play dirty.I leaned forward slightly, resting my forearms on the table. “I’ll give you fifty thousand dollars. We sign the papers today and get this over with. What do you say?”Gloria leaned back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other with a smug little smile that made my jaw tighten. “No. I don’t think you realize the gravity of what you did. I can sue you for manipulating my son. For sleeping with

Marcus pov.“Where are you taking me to?” Elias asked even as he slid into the passenger seat without hesitation.I shut the driver’s door and turned to look at him, one brow raised. “What have I told you about questioning me, baby?”His eyes flickered for a few seconds—caught between the urge to challenge me and the smarter instinct to back down. I simply waited, patient, letting the silence stretch while the engine idled.“Sorry,” he finally murmured. Color crept into his cheeks as he lowered his gaze.“Good choice.”A small, mischievous smile tugged at his mouth. “Why? Would you have put me over the steering wheel and spanked me as punishment?”I started the car, pulling out into traffic. “It’s not a punishment if you’re going to enjoy it.”“Joke’s on you,” he said, settling back against the seat. “I enjoy every single one of your punishments. You need to level up. Can’t have you slacking on me.” He glanced sideways, eyes glittering. “It’s no surprise, though. You’re getting old.”

Elias pov.“Open the second one,” he said.I stared at him suspiciously, eyes narrowing. “It’s not like… an engagement ring or something, is it? I’m too young to get married.”Marcus’s mouth curved. “Not too young to seduce me?”“No,” I grinned, and reached for the second covered dish.I lifted the cloche. Inside, just like the first, was another folder. This one was thicker. Across the front, in clean black letters, were the words:Property Deeds.I froze.“No fucking way.”I dropped it back onto the plate like it had burned me. He was giving me property. Actual property. And I was fucking nineteen.“Marcus—” My voice came out thinner than I wanted. “What the hell is this?”He didn’t look away. If anything, his expression grew calmer, more certain.“It’s exactly what it looks like,” he said quietly. “I’m nineteen,” I said, almost to myself. “You can’t just… give me everything.”Marcus leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His voice dropped, low and steady, the way it alw

Dad, Leon’s mom, Leon, and I sat around the dinner table, the clink of cutlery too loud in the silence. I pushed rice around my plate, barely tasting it.My mind wouldn’t stop replaying it—him in his room, hand wrapped around himself, head tipped back. The way his breath had hitched. The way he’d said my name when he came.Damn.I swallowed hard. What the hell was wrong with me? You don’t think about your brother like that. Stepbrother, my mind corrected weakly, like that made it better. It didn’t.I stole a glance at him.Leon was staring down at his plate like it had personally offended him. He hadn’t looked at me once since it happened. Three hours. Not a single glance. Not even by accident.Good.And yet… it stung.“Are you both fighting?” his mom asked suddenly, dropping her fork onto her plate. The sound made me flinch. She looked between us, brows pulled together.I forced a smile. Four years. She’d been here four years now. I’d had every reason to hate her when she first move