Alle Kapitel von Saved by Sin: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

The moment Carlo spoke his name, everything changed. It was subtle at first, but I could feel the shift in the air. A quiet ripple moving through the restaurant that only those paying close attention would notice but I could feel it. The space around us tightened, as if something invisible had wrapped itself around the room, pulling everything into a fragile, dangerous stillness. People were staring, not openly, not boldly but carefully and cautiously. It was the kind of glances people gave when they sensed danger but did not want to be seen acknowledging it. Conversations softened into murmurs, the soft clinking of cutlery slowed, even the waiters moved differently now, their steps more careful, their eyes lowered, as if instinctively trying to avoid drawing attention. They knew or at least… they felt that something was wrong and whatever was happening at this table was not ordinary. And somehow, I was at the center of it. Ugh… I sat frozen in my chair, my fingers resti

We landed in Paris beneath a sky softened by pale gray clouds, the kind that seemed to blur the sharp edges of the city and give everything a quiet, distant beauty that most people would have found enchanting. For many, arriving in Paris would have meant excitement, romance, and wonder but for me, it meant work, another schedule and another role to perform. The days that followed passed in a continuous rhythm of flashing cameras, carefully arranged fittings, long hours beneath artificial lighting, and conversations that revolved endlessly around perfection, presentation, and image. I moved through it all with the practiced ease that had become second nature to me, smiling when required, speaking when necessary, and carrying myself with the calm confidence expected of someone known to the world as Bella Smith. And yet, despite everything, my mind was never truly present. It remained elsewhere… Caught in a moment that refused to release me. Milan. The restaurant. The gun. And

The man continued to look at me, his lips curved into a faint, mocking smile as if he found my current state far more entertaining than it should have been. “Looks like someone woke up in a rather unfortunate position,” he said casually, his tone light yet edged with quiet amusement. I exhaled slowly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face as I tried to steady both my breath and my thoughts, which still felt slightly disoriented from everything that had just happened. “I suppose that is one way to describe it,” I replied, my voice softer now as I glanced briefly around me before returning my gaze to him. “And… thank you. I truly did not realize where I was going.” He inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, as though my gratitude was neither surprising nor particularly significant to him, before shifting his posture and leaning back against the motorcycle behind him. Only then did I fully notice it. The machine stood there like an extension of him—large, sleek, a

For a long while, I did not speak. Instead, I focused entirely on the plate in front of me, allowing the quiet rhythm of cutting the steak, lifting each piece, and forcing myself to chew slowly to become a temporary escape from the storm of thoughts gathering inside my mind. The warmth of the food should have been comforting, and the flavor was undeniably good, far better than I had expected from a place like this, yet I found myself barely tasting any of it. My mind remained elsewhere. Caught between the unfamiliar world surrounding me and the questions that refused to settle. I had reached only halfway through the meal when I felt it again. His gaze. It was steady and unmoving. Almost intrusive in its persistence. I turned my head slightly, meeting his eyes just in time to see him roll them in quiet disapproval, as though something about me annoyed him, before he reached forward without asking and took my fork from my hand. With practiced ease, he cut another piece of stea

The motorcycle slowed gradually, the roaring engine fading into a low, steady hum before finally coming to a stop. I loosened my grip on him slightly, my fingers still curled into the fabric of his shirt as I took a slow breath, trying to steady the mix of emotions that had been building inside me since the moment he pulled me out of the car. For a few seconds, neither of us moved, then I lifted my head and froze when I see the view in front of me was breathtaking. We had stopped near a wide, open stretch of road overlooking one of the most iconic landmarks in the city, the golden structure of the bridge rising proudly against the horizon, its massive steel arches glowing softly beneath the fading light of evening. The sky above was painted in shades of orange and violet, the last light of the sun reflecting across the water below, creating a scene so beautiful it almost did not feel real. A quiet breath escaped me. “…It’s beautiful.” The words slipped out before I could s