All Chapters of Saved by Sin: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It was well past midnight by the time we arrived at the hotel. San Francisco did not sleep the way other cities did. Even at this hour, the streets carried a quiet, steady pulse of life. Lights glowed from distant buildings, cars passed occasionally along the wide roads, and the faint echo of movement lingered in the air like a city that refused to fully rest. The motorcycle slowed gradually beneath us, the powerful engine easing into a low, controlled hum before finally coming to a stop near the entrance of the hotel. I exhaled slowly, only then realizing how tense my body had been during the ride. Carefully, I removed my hands from around him, though my fingers lingered for a brief second longer than necessary before I forced myself to let go. I stepped down from the motorcycle, adjusting my balance as my heels met the ground. Bethany stood near the ent

The next morning, I made a decision. Not something small. Not something temporary. But something that would change everything. After everything that had happened the night before, after the fear that still lingered beneath my skin and the quiet humiliation that refused to fade from my thoughts, I realized something I could no longer ignore. If I continued living like this—Nothing would ever change. So I reached for my phone. After a brief moment of hesitation, I called Bethany. “I think I need more rest today since I have no schedule,” I said, keeping my voice steady, controlled, as though nothing had shifted inside me. “We can go out tomorrow.” There was a short pause on the other end of the line. Then— “Of course,” she replied calmly. “I will adjust t

Gregori did not waste time. The moment we stepped out of the chaos of the café, he guided me toward a sleek black Rolls-Royce waiting just across the street, its engine already running as if everything had been prepared in advance. The driver stepped out immediately to open the door, his movements efficient and silent, and within seconds I found myself seated inside the car, the door closing behind me with a soft, final click that seemed to shut the outside world away. The interior was quiet. Too quiet. A sharp contrast to the chaos we had just left behind. Before I could fully process everything, the car began to move, gliding smoothly through the street as though nothing unusual had happened at all. Gregori reached forward and handed me a bottle of water. “Drink,” he

“We have just received news that the internationally renowned model, Belvania—also known as Bella Smith—was involved in an accident yesterday while walking in San Francisco. According to reports, a motorcyclist attempted to snatch her bag, and when she resisted, he struck her, causing her to fall and sustain injuries. She is currently receiving treatment at a local hospital. Authorities are investigating the incident, and we hope the suspect will be caught soon. As a result, her scheduled photoshoot has been postponed.”The television continued to play softly in the background, the reporter’s voice calm and composed, as if what had happened to me was nothing more than another passing story.I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.A quiet sigh escaped my lips.“Ugh…” I murmured softly, brushing my fingers lightly against my cheek where the faint bruise remained. “I’m really sorry we had to postpone the photoshoot this week.”Behind me, Bethany shook her head immediate

(**Ivan Dominic Point of View**)The sound of metal tightening into place echoed quietly through the garage as I adjusted the final bolt on my motorcycle, my movements steady and precise, guided by muscle memory built over years of working with machines that demanded control, attention, and discipline. The familiar scent of oil and gasoline lingered heavily in the air, blending with the faint metallic tang that never truly left this place, a place that had become more than just a workspace over the years, but something closer to a refuge where everything followed rules I understood.I stepped back slightly, wiping my hands with a cloth as my gaze moved over the structure of the bike, checking every detail with the same careful focus I always applied, because machines did not forgive carelessness, and neither did the world I lived in.That was when I heard it.The low, smooth sound of an expensive engine pulling up outside the garage, the kind of sound that carried quiet authority wit