All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN SIN : Chapter 71 - Chapter 76

Edwin’s POVThe jet’s descent into London felt like falling into a new kind of gravity , not the physical pull of the earth, but the weight of everything we’d left behind in New York. Mom’s funeral was only six days ago. The photo leak was nine. Victor’s contract had been terminated, but the damage was still spreading like cracks in glass. Daniel sat beside me in the cream leather seat, his hand resting on my thigh, thumb stroking slow, absent circles over the fabric of my trousers. He hadn’t spoken much since we’d collapsed together in the private bedroom an hour earlier, bodies slick and trembling, the make-up sex leaving us both raw and quiet.I shifted in my seat, the ache between my legs a constant reminder of how desperately we’d needed each other. The way he’d fucked me slow and deep, whispering *I love you* against my skin like it was the only truth left in the world. The way I’d cried into his neck when the pleasure crashed through the grief. The way he’d held me afterward un

Edwin's POV The quiet hum of the office was almost deafening now, a stark contrast to the chaos raging inside me. I sat at my desk, the Meridian deck spread out before me like a battlefield I wasn’t ready to face. The papers bore the weight of secrets and lies, and every glance I cast toward my screen felt like a gamble, one that could reveal too much or nothing at all.I kept telling myself I had to stay calm, had to focus on the task at hand. But the truth was, my mind kept drifting back to Daniel. The look in his eyes when he’d confessed, to himself, or maybe even to me, about how he’d used me. That raw, vulnerable admission haunted me more than the threats, the rumors, the whispers. It was a mirror I hadn’t been prepared to see.The past few days had been a whirlwind of deception, betrayal, and raw emotion. Daniel’s words from the previous night kept echoing in my head: *I love you*. I’d never doubted his feelings, but now, amid the fallout, those words felt like both a balm and

Edwin's POV The sterile fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh, unflattering pallor over the plain, gray walls. I sat stiffly in the metal chair, feeling the cold bite of the unyielding surface through my clothes. Every breath I took was measured, deliberate, trying to mask the tremor in my hands, trying to seem calm, in control. But inside, my mind was racing.Two security officers entered silently, their movements precise and practiced. They wore plain black suits, faces unreadable, like masks carved from stone. I recognized the woman first, her sharp features, cold eyes that seemed to pierce straight through me. She carried a folder, thick and well-worn, as if it contained all the secrets they’d ever need. The other, a man whose gaze was just as calculating, hovered slightly behind her.She slid the folder across the cold table with deliberate care. My eyes flicked to the photograph on the top page, grainy, but unmistakably me, caught in a candid moment in the copy ro