Todos los capítulos de Sinful Vows: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Reading the trending news online at we chat it says, "CEO Of Malcovichs corporation with his fiancée linked up with his cousin." I tilted my head, reading the headline again and again, hoping maybe it would change or blink and vanish, but it didn’t. It stayed right there in bold black letters, mocking Miriam.The comments were flooding in faster than my thumb could scroll. Hundreds of hearts. Thousands of laughing faces. Endless paragraphs of people praising Norah. They loved her. They adored her. They called her a goddess. A perfect match for Ethan Malcovich. Some even wrote that she looked like royalty, with her elegant neck, long lashes, and the curve of her hips.But they didn’t know the truth. They didn’t know the fire burning in my chest. They didn’t know the kind of woman she was. Or maybe, they didn’t know who I truly was. The girl behind the makeup. The woman behind the smile. The fury behind the calm.I clicked off my phone and tossed it back into my purse without blinking.

Ethan and I stepped out of the restaurant immediately Dan came and notified us that he had arrived. He gave a respectful nod, his voice was low and formal, "Sir, I’m here."I turned slightly, looking at Ethan. He didn’t look surprised, not even the slightest bit. His expression was calm, too calm, like nothing had just happened in there. Like Miriam hadn’t made a scene or shouted about her overtime in front of the rich diners. Like I hadn’t just witnessed a storm unfold and pass through like it was part of a movie I never auditioned for. I blinked slowly, realizing he must have texted Dan right in the middle of it. Maybe while Miriam slammed her hands on the table, or when he made that comment about it being Sunday. He never lost control.That pinched something inside me. Not pain. Not quite fearful either. But something odd. Like a question I hadn’t found the courage to ask yet. Who are you really, Ethan Malcovich?He offered me his arm as we walked toward the sleek black Lamborghini

Kissing Ethan was always I that initiated it just to cover up but now Ethan is kissing me? Not the usual hungrily, kind of kiss and wild sex he gives when I flirt too much. This one was real. Deep. The kind of kiss that carries meaning. Emotion. That kind of kiss that speaks without needing words.And it scared me.My eyes flinched open as my hands gently found his chest, trying to create a space between us. I didn't push him roughly, but I didn’t want him thinking I wanted more either. This was going out of plan. This kiss is making me think out of plan. It's Way out of it. I'm with him here to make Ethan trust me, to pull him in gently until he was so wrapped up in me, that he couldn’t see my intentions. But this? This rush? It was scary.It was not supposed to go this way. Maybe he still sees me as his dead girlfriend. Maybe that’s what this is all about.My breath became shallow, and I gently pulled my lips away from his. My voice came low, almost cracked, "Ethan."He pulled back

Ethan bought me a diamond bracelet? My eyes shimmered under the diamond bracelet, wide and stunned like I was staring at something stolen from the stars. It was already evening, but the sparkle still shone so bright it almost blinded me. The sky behind us had melted into hues of deep orange and purple, the last light of the day dipping into the sea, and yet this bracelet still danced like it carried the sun inside it."Stretch your hand, Norah," Ethan said, his voice smooth like the sea breeze that kissed our wet skin. He stood so close, his chest rising and falling slowly, watching me with eyes that carried no guilt, only a hunger that I couldn’t understand.I hesitated. My body was tense. My fingers stiffened beside me. I didn’t want to take it. I didn’t want to feel it. I didn’t want anything from the Malcovichs. Not gifts. Not smiles. Not kindness. Not love. I wanted nothing but justice and the truth, but at that moment, everything was starting to blur. He looked at me like I mean

Ethan hasn't seen me for weeks, not that he hasn’t called or texted. He had tried so many times. Every single day. Sometimes twice a day. Sometimes late at night. But I kept ignoring him. I wasn’t ready to let what happened at Dansea Beach come back to haunt me again. The kiss. The bracelet. The way his words nearly melted everything I’d built inside me. I needed space. I needed silence. I needed to remember why I came this far in the first place.And so, for the last few weeks, I’ve been hiding. And I haven't heard from Marcus concerning the cameras he delivered.And I have been hiding behind busy work schedules, hiding behind site inspections, hiding behind emails and long phone calls. Being a project manager has its demands, and luckily for me, the new urban housing project with the Malcovich was moving into full swing. I buried myself in deadlines, in permit approvals, in numbers, bricks, steel, cement mixes. Anna had even stepped in to help with the internal reviews, especially w