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Sinful Vows의 모든 챕터: 챕터 91 - 챕터 100

101 챕터

A Dangerous Crossroads

“Everything I’m doing with Ethan is strictly business, Emily. The proposal he did was way beyond what I imagined. I even called Marcus to help with what to do when he came this morning but Marcus gave an order to go with him. What do you have me do Emily?"” I said, my voice a quiet whisper. I leaned closer to her across the small coffee shop table, my eyes pleading with her to believe me.“Don’t you trust me, Emily? It's bad trying not to believe me someone you've known since childhood days” I knew the words were a lie. I knew my mind was already loving Ethan, a part of my soul that was betraying the very core of my being. But I needed her to believe me. I needed her to see the strong, ruthless Aria I had been, not the weak, conflicted woman I was becoming.Emily just stared at me, her eyes, usually so full of warmth and laughter, now cold and hard. She was trying to believe me, trying to see the old Aria, the one she had trained and molded and loved. But the diamond ring on my finge

The Blindfold

Everywhere was just silent after talking with Ethan on the phone. The words of my best friend, Emily, still rang in my ears, a loud, clear warning that I should stay away from him. But the advice was useless, a meaningless whisper in the face of my heart’s desperate longing. He had been calling throughout the morning, his voice a low, melodic hum that made my skin tingle. He was in Belgium for a board meeting, a meeting that I knew was important, but he still made time for me.“Good morning, my love,” he had said, his voice a low, sweet rumble that made my heart flutter. “I just finished the first meeting, and you’re the first person on my mind. I can’t stop thinking about you. Did you sleep well without me?”I smiled, a genuine, happy smile that had nothing to do with my mission, nothing to do with revenge. “I did, Ethan. Thank you for calling.”“Only thank you?” he had asked, his voice laced with a playful, teasing tone. “Just a thank you for a man who is miles away from you and thi

The Devil's Crucible

“Marcus, what's wrong?” I said, the words a quiet whisper that trembled on my lips. I knew I had to sound strong, composed, in control. He might sense weakness, and if he did, he would do worse. I didn't want to show any fear. Not now. Not ever. My mind was a storm of conflicting emotions, a mix of fear, anger, and a deep, profound sadness. He wasn't even looking at me. His eyes were fixed on the door behind me.“Get me the office phone,” he said, his voice a low, cold rumble. One of his guards, a massive man with a face like chiseled granite, stepped forward and handed him the phone. I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as he dialed Anna’s extension.“Anna,” he said, his voice now a smooth, professional tone, a stark contrast to the menace he had shown me. “I want you to send an email to all the staff. Tell them they have a day off today. Tell them there will be a bonus for them and that they should rest. We want to work on something in the company, so everyone should take a res

The Slums of Fortune

Just one chug of beer. Miriam lifted the brown glass bottle to her lips, the bitter, cheap liquid burning its way down her throat. The taste was vile, but it was a perfect match for her mood.She wasn’t used to being in a place like this, the slums of the city, a place of noise, dirt, and desperation. She was an outsider, a princess in a grimy, forgotten kingdom. The hood of her expensive sweater was pulled low over her head, and her eyes, normally framed by perfectly manicured brows, were hidden behind large, dark sunglasses.It was night, but she didn’t want to make the mistake of seeing someone she knew, or worse, someone recognizing her. She was a ghost in the shadows, waiting for the private investigator. Grace had told her that the PI had something big, something that would make her very happy, something that would end this nightmare with Norah once and for all.The PI had insisted on meeting her here, a place where no one would look for a Malcovich. He was a man of the shadows,

A Serpent's Laughter

"Welcome to the slums, rich kid?" Vanessa said, her voice a low, raspy chuckle that was almost swallowed by the street noise. She was choking on laughter, a harsh, dry sound that mirrored the desperation of the night.Her eyes, filled with a cruel amusement, were fixed on the sight of Miriam, who had stumbled and fallen inside the tiny, grimy wine shop. Miriam was a crumpled heap of expensive fabric and raw terror, shivering like a cold kitten thrown out into a storm. The fear in her eyes was a sight to behold, a stark, exhilarating contrast to the contempt she had shown just moments before.Miriam was scrambling, trying to get to her feet, but her legs felt like jelly. She was shaking so badly that she couldn't stand. She had a new fear now, a cold, icy dread that had nothing to do with Vanessa. She looked at Vanessa, her eyes wide and pleading. “Did you see that?” she cried out, her voice a terrified gasp. “Somebody call the cops! They just killed him!” Her breath was coming in shor

The Phoenix In The Ashes

I opened my eyes. The world was a spinning vortex of pain, a maelstrom of agony that had no beginning and no end. My body was a battlefield of bruises, a map of purple and black that stretched from my shoulders down to my legs. Now, i was in my old apartment in the slums, a place I had thought and vowed I wouldn’t come to see again. The air was thick with the smell of mold and despair, and the light that filtered through the grimy window was a pale, sickly yellow.I was lying on the thin, lumpy mattress, my body a cold, shivering wreck. I was only wearing my bra and pants, my clothes ripped away from me in a brutal display of power. A deep, bone-chilling cold had settled into my soul, a cold that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. I felt it in my bones, a cold that had come to stay.I tried to sit up, but a fresh wave of pain shot through my body, and I cried out, a small, pathetic whimper that was swallowed by the silence. My body was a mass of broken bones and bruis

A Serpent's Twisted Grace

"Why do you have to ask me such baseless questions? You know who did it."The words escaped my lips in a whisper of pure venom, a hiss of pain and rage. I tried to push myself up from the hard, unforgiving floor, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. A fresh wave of white-hot agony shot through my ribs, and I cried out, a broken, pathetic sound that was so unlike the woman I had become. I slumped back down, my body trembling, tears of frustration and helplessness welling in my eyes. The old, dusty floorboards seemed to mock me, the familiar scent of decay and lost dreams filling my lungs. This was my reality now, a brutal reminder of the world I had fought so hard to escape.Emily’s face, which had been a mask of shock, twisted into a look of anguished fury. Her eyes, usually so warm and full of life, were now a raging storm of anger and pain. She knelt down beside me, her hands hovering, afraid to touch the wreckage that was my body.“Aria, please,” she begged, her voice a ra

A Lingering Phantom

Days blur into an endless cycle of pain and despair. I lay on the thin mattress, staring at the water-stained ceiling. The pain was a constant, throbbing hum beneath my skin, it was a deep ache that had settled into my bones and refused to let go. Every breath was a shallow, and painful gasp, it was a reminder of the brutality I had endured. My body was no longer my own, it was a cage of agony.My mind, however, was a battlefield of a different kind. It replayed my moments with Ethan, a cruel paradox of kindness and my mission of revenge. The memory of his face, that was so open and honest, was a phantom that haunted my waking moments.I could almost feel his hands in my hair, his lips against mine, and the phantom sensations were so real that they were almost more painful than my physical wounds. I tried to build a wall of hate, telling myself he was the enemy, a Malcovich bloodline, but his image persisted, a phantom of kindness in my memory. I felt a consuming loneliness, trapped b

A Promise in the Dark

"You don't get it, Emily, I just don't want my coming back to be suspicious to Ethan."The words tasted like ash in my mouth, but they were the truth. I never needed him to wonder, to doubt. I never wanted him to feel the same gnawing uncertainty that had become my constant companion. I needed him to know that the woman he thought he knew, the one he called Norah, was nothing but the truth. It was a cruel necessity, a way to protect the shards of my heart that still clung to the memory of him.Emily's face, a mask of concern for so long, softened into a look of profound relief. A small, sad smile touched her lips, a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. She sat on the edge of the mattress, the springs groaning in protest. The room was small and airless, smelling of damp concrete and old dust. It was a far cry from the luxurious life I had been living, and it was a harsh reminder of where I had come from."I know," she said, her voice a low murmur. "I know. It's the only way this wor

The Ghost of the Past

"What does Miriam have to do with it?"The question hung in the stale air between us, a puzzle piece that didn't seem to fit. Miriam. The name itself was a bitter taste in my mouth, a reminder of the kind of life I had left behind. She was the princess, the society darling who had always seen me as her rival for Ethan's attention. Even before I had infiltrated his life as "Norah," Miriam had been a constant, buzzing mosquito in the background, her jealousy a sharp, pointed thing. The idea of her being involved in something so brutal, so... street, was hard to wrap my head around.I took a slow, painful sip of the coffee Emily had made for me. It was bitter, just like everything else. The warmth was a small comfort against the cold, hollow ache in my bones. I didn't care about Freddie's death. I told myself that.He was a snake, a man who profited from other people's misery. He had been sniffing around people's past for years, a persistent pest trying to dig up people's secrets. A part

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