All Chapters of The Debt Of Sin: I’m sleeping with my husband son!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I made up my mind to talk things out with Roman. I mean if he isn’t the one sending the messages, then maybe he’s getting one himself. Or he might help to find who’s threatening me with what we did. But I had no idea I was walking into a trap.The office door was slightly ajar, the soft light spilling out into the corridor. I had come to deliver a stack of files as well, nothing more. It wasn’t like I was supposed to linger, just a simple drop-off, an innocent errand. But even in my routine, my mind was restless, spinning with memories of Roman, the night we’d shared in the penthouse, the heat of his touch, the stolen intimacy that should have been mine alone.I knocked lightly, a polite interruption, and pushed the door open just a crack.And then my world shattered.Roman.And Anastasia.He was leaning back against the edge of his desk, and she… she was draped over him, body pressed close, lips searching, hands moving where I had only dreamed of being. The moans, the low gasps, th

The world felt hollow when the news came. Viktor had been attacked. Shot. Someone had found him, targeted him, and left him bleeding in the streets. The details were vague, confusing, and terrifying. No one knew who had done it. No one knew why. And yet the instant I heard, a strange, cold surge of satisfaction passed through me, fleeting and guilty. A small part of me wanted him to die, to vanish from my life, to remove the weight he had always carried like a chain around my neck. The man who had made my existence unbearable, who had struck me, humiliated me, bound me to a life I had never chosen, was suddenly vulnerable. And it should have made me rejoice. It should have. But the moment was stolen by something I could not anticipate, a tether I could not sever.Because I went.Even though I wanted nothing more than to watch him crumble from a distance, I went. I went because he was still the man I had been forced to marry. I went because despite everything, someone had to ensure he

But the silence was not peaceful. It was thick with tension, with the weight of what had been, what could be, and what was still to come. My mind wandered unwillingly to the life we had been forced into together, the marriage that had begun with chains and cruelty. I thought of Roman, of the heat, the forbidden moments, the stolen kisses that had nothing to do with obligation and everything to do with desire. The contrast was unbearable. One man, cruel and violent, bound to me by law and family, lying helpless before me. Another man, untouchable in his own way, dangerous and thrilling, occupying my thoughts and igniting desires I had no right to indulge.I shook my head, trying to banish Roman from my thoughts, trying to focus on the man who needed me now. Viktor. The man I had married under duress. The man who had forced himself on me, who had treated me as property rather than a person. And yet, he was bleeding, dying, and I was the one who had to keep him alive.The nurse returned

Roman leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of his mouth, studying the case files like a predator circling its prey. “We need to think about motives. Who would benefit from this? Who would want Viktor out of the way?”I swallowed, my throat tight. “Business rivals, maybe. Or someone from outside the company, personal vendetta.” My mind flickered to the unknown sender, the messages I had received over the past weeks, warnings, threats, insinuations that someone else knew far too much about the things I had tried to bury. Could this be connected? Could the attack be just another thread in a larger web?Roman didn’t speak for a long moment. His gaze shifted to me again, and I caught that faint spark, the same one I had seen the first night, the same one that had ignited in the penthouse but it was buried, controlled, and dangerous. “We need to consider all possibilities,” he said finally. “No one is innocent. No one is untouchable. Not in this family, not in this business,

For a second, I don’t move.Then it comes again.Softer.More controlled.I swallow, forcing myself to move toward the door, each step heavier than the last.My hand hovers over the handle.Something in me already knows.I opened it.Roman is standing outside of the door. My breath catches before I can stop it. He looks… different.Not composed. Not distant.There’s tension in his shoulders, a tightness in his jaw that wasn’t there before. His eyes are darker, heavier, like something is weighing on him.For a moment, neither of us speaks.The air between us shifts instantly.Familiar.Dangerous.“You’ve been quiet,” he says finally.His voice is low.Measured.But there’s something beneath it.Something I can’t ignore.“So have you,” I reply, stepping aside slightly without thinking.He notices.Of course he does.His gaze flicks briefly to the space I’ve created, then back to my face, something unreadable passing through his eyes before he steps inside.The door closes behind him w