All Chapters of The Debt Of Sin: I’m sleeping with my husband son!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I froze the moment I stepped into the corridor. Roman was there, leaning against the wall with that infuriating calm he always carried, the kind that could make anyone feel small and exposed at the same time. His eyes, sharp and calculating, landed on me immediately, like he had been waiting for this exact confrontation, like he had been circling it in his mind for hours, days, maybe weeks. I swallowed, forcing myself to appear unaffected, though my pulse thundered in my ears.“You’re blocking the way,” I said finally, voice clipped and steady, though I could feel the tension coiling in my stomach.He raised a brow slowly, the faintest smirk ghosting over his lips. “I didn’t realize you were in such a hurry.”“Oh, I’m not.” I forced a laugh, though it didn’t reach my eyes. “I just… prefer not lingering in corridors with men I don’t know.”“You hardly seem like a stranger,” he said quietly, and the faint edge in his tone made me stiffen.“I am. A stranger. That’s exactly what I am. And

Weeks had passed since that night. The night in the corridor, the night Roman had stormed back, the night he had pinned me against the wall and kissed me with a fury that left me breathless, trembling, and utterly disoriented. Weeks in which he had vanished, leaving me alone with the echo of his voice, the weight of his hands, and the memory of the way he had claimed me with both anger and care.I couldn’t tell myself I didn’t miss him. And yet, when I tried to define what I felt, the words refused to form. I wasn’t sure if I hated him or if I hated myself for remembering. I wasn’t sure if I longed to see him again or if I feared it more than anything. There was only the constant, simmering tension that coiled in my chest whenever I thought of him, a storm beneath the careful mask I wore for Viktor.Viktor. He was… predictable, in comparison. He had no idea what had transpired between Roman and me. He was content to control, to dominate, to expect obedience, and I had learned quickly

I reach the hallway before my steps falter.The silence out here is worse. Louder in a way that presses against my ears, against my chest. My pulse refuses to slow, still racing from the way he said my name, from the way he looked at me like he could see straight through every lie I forced out of my mouth.Keep walking.Don’t stop.Don’t think.My fingers curl into my palms as I move faster, like distance alone can fix whatever just happened. Like if I get far enough, I can pretend I didn’t feel anything. That the tension wasn’t real. That he wasn’t real.I almost make it.Almost.Then a hand clamps around my wrist.Firm. Unyielding.A sharp gasp leaves me as I’m yanked backward, my body slamming lightly against the wall. The impact knocks the air from my lungs, my heart lurching violently in my chest.Roman.He cages me in before I can recover, one hand still wrapped around my wrist, the other braced beside my head. The space between us disappears instantly, filled with heat and some

I forced myself to retreat quietly, moving toward the hallway. I needed air, space, anything to escape the heat radiating between them. And I knew, even as I left, that the storm had only just begun.The room tilts.The floor beneath me feels unstable, like it’s made of shifting sand. My head spins, the walls bending inward, closing me off, pressing against my temples. I take a slow breath, trying to steady myself, but the light, Anastasia’s presence, Viktor’s subtle dominance, Roman’s dark gaze it’s all too much. My chest tightens, stomach twisting.“Elena?” Roman’s voice cuts through the haze, sharp and concerned. His hand brushes mine, firm, grounding, and I feel a jolt run straight to the pit of me.I try to speak, but my lips refuse to form words. The room tilts again. My knees buckle. My vision blurs. And then… nothing.I wake or rather, fall into darkness.When I open my eyes, the world is soft, muted, like everything is underwater. Shapes move, indistinct at first, until my me

Being allowed to go to the company felt like a small victory. I tried to savor it, even for a moment. The idea that Viktor was finally loosening the leash, even slightly, made the air feel lighter, the sky a little brighter. But as soon as I stepped into the familiar lobby, I realized the leash hadn’t been removed. It had only been extended.Every instruction from my father, every warning Viktor had drilled into me, echoed in my mind: behave, don’t step out of line, don’t provoke him. Every step I took toward my desk, every file I signed, every conversation I had was under the weight of those invisible chains.And then there was Roman.It seemed like fate or cruel irony that our paths crossed again so soon. I was carrying a stack of papers down the hall, carefully balancing them as I tried to keep my composure, when I almost collided with him.“Watch where you’re going,” he said, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. His dark eyes, sharp and knowing, bore into me like he could read every