Sinful Vows의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

"Norah, please can you choose from this design," Ethan said softly, his voice barely rising above the mellow hum inside the car.The car was gliding gently along a quiet boulevard, the wheels rolling in rhythm over the smooth city road, barely making a sound. The interior was bathed in the fading gold of the afternoon sun, the light slanting in from the tinted windows, casting elongated shadows across the plush leather seats. It felt like the calm before a storm.Ethan’s tone wasn’t forceful. It carried no command. Just a kind of quiet request, soft and intimate, the way someone speaks when they don’t want to make something feel heavy but still want it to be heard. His phone screen glowed in his hand, illuminating his features in a faint silver-blue hue. He tilted the screen toward Aria, bringing it closer so she could see the images better.Aria turned her head slowly, trying to mask the hesitation behind her eyes. Her gaze fell on the display, the images of gowns, elegant, extravaga

EthanThe Solara Height glass door opened, and it was Norah. No, it was not just Norah, it was like time stopped to acknowledge her entrance. Her steps were gentle but very commanding, her dress kissed her curves like it had been sewn by hands that understood royalty. The deep blue silk wrapped around her body as if it was afraid to wrinkle. Her heels clicked softly against the smooth marble floor, each step a rhythm that made the air still.From where I stood, leaning against the sleek body of the long black limousine, my eyes caught her the very second she stepped out. And I couldn’t move.My eyes shimmered in awe, not just because of how beautiful she looked, but because it felt like the world had delivered me something precious. I didn’t know if it was the moonlight or the golden lights of the entrance behind her, but she glowed. Her hair fell in waves, and her eyes sparkled with something that looked like mischief but smelled like pain. She walked like someone who had no fear, bu

AriaI brushed the hem of my dress as I exhaled with anger. My fingers trembled slightly, feeling the delicate threads that ran through the soft, satin fabric. The navy blue dress shimmered under the golden chandelier lights above, but my mind was far from admiring the elegance around me. My eyes stung, but not with tears, but with a kind of burn that comes when anger boils silently inside the heart. I touched my forehead, slowly, the way someone does when trying to ground themselves, to calm a storm that is gathering behind their eyes.What was wrong with Miriam? Why did she keep coming at me with such venom? I wasn’t sure anymore if she was just jealous or if there was something deeper, something darker that pushed her to follow me like a shadow at every step. Her words kept replaying in my head, sharp like glass. I could still see the way she smirked, like someone winning a game I didn’t even know I was part of. But thank goodness, Ethan had taken care of her. At least for now. Wha

“Ethan… look at me,” I said softly, as I reached out with my fingers to gently turn his face. My hand trembled a little, though I tried to hide it. His eyes met mine, and the moment froze for a second like the whole air in that study held its breath with us. I needed to distract him. I needed to pull him back to me.“This study with the beautiful light standing above us, it lured me in,” I said with a little smile, trying to keep it real. The golden lamp that hung from the ceiling cast a glow around us. It made the walls look older, richer, deeper. It was warm. Not like the rest of the cold Malcovich estate that always felt like it was filled with secrets.Ethan's eyes softened, his lips curved in a half-smile as he listened. My voice dropped lower, smoother, as I leaned just a little closer. “This bookshelf,” I whispered, reaching my hand back to gesture behind me, “with so much in it, tells more about your father than he could ever say aloud.”His brows lifted faintly. I saw the emo

"Get yourself busy, Miriam," I said with my gritted teeth, my voice came out slow but heavy with warning. I never wanted to draw attention. Why can't Miriam let me be. If she wants a problem, Ethan could give it to her. The Malcovichs know how to give wars to whoever needs one. If she wants loads of hugs, Ethan would gladly open his arm wide for her.With what Miriam was doing at a special party like this, I didn’t need to shout. I didn’t need to raise my hand or cause a scene, yet. But there was a storm already rising inside me. And Miriam… she was the lightning asking to be struck.Miriam stood just a few inches away from me, dressed in one of those glimmering red gowns that looked like it was stitched with lies and venom. Her dark red lipstick curled into a smirk that didn’t reach her eyes. Those eyes, oh, those eyes were busy pulling me apart. Like I was a thing she could dissect and discard.She tilted her head and said with a smug voice, “I know your type, Norah. I could see cle