Alle Kapitel von Saved by Sin: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 80

The car came to a gradual stop, yet the moment felt anything but calm, because everything around me seemed to move with a quiet urgency that had not yet faded from the chaos we had just escaped.Before I could fully gather my thoughts, Sasha was already stepping inside the car, her movements sharp and purposeful, while Dominic immediately stepped out, his presence shifting the air itself the moment he stood outside.“Nostra. They went south,” Sasha informed him without hesitation, her tone steady and controlled despite the tension that lingered beneath it.I remained seated, still processing the shock, my body heavy and unresponsive as the pain pulsed faintly through me, and all I could do was watch him.Dominic gave a brief nod, absorbing the information as though it had only confirmed what he had already expected, and then, slowly, he turned his attention back toward me.For a brief moment, his gaze held mine, and everything else seemed to fade into silence.“Do not worry,” he said,

New York, The city did not wait for anyone.New York moved the same way it always had—loud, relentless, indifferent to the weight people carried when they stepped into it. Cars flooded the streets in endless streams, horns cutting through the air while skyscrapers stretched high above like silent witnesses to everything that unfolded below.It was a city built on power, on ambition and on people who took what they wanted and never looked back.I stepped out of the car slowly, my heels meeting the pavement with a quiet, deliberate sound.The Smith Building stood before me; it was tall. Imposing. Untouchable.For years, it had belonged to someone else.Now—I was here to take it back.The glass doors reflected my image for a brief second before they slid open.Composed. Controlled.Unrecognizable from the girl who had once been pushed aside, silenced, overlooked.Good… Let them see the difference.Dominic stepped beside me, his presence steady, grounding without overshadowing.His hand b

For a moment, no one moved.The television continued to broadcast in the background, the reporter’s voice carrying far beyond the walls of the room, repeating fragments of truth that could no longer be taken back.Every word, every confession already released into the world.Michael’s gaze lingered on the camera in my hand before slowly lifting to meet my eyes.Then—He laughed. It was the kind of laugh that belonged to a man who had not yet lost that made me stare at him in disbelief.“You have always been far more dangerous than I gave you credit for,” he said, his tone almost conversational, as though we were discussing something trivial rather than the destruction of everything he had built.I did not lower the camera nor move.“And you have always been exactly what I thought you were,” I replied calmly. “A man who mistakes control for power.”Something flickered across his expression, though it vanished almost immediately.Dominic stood slightly ahead of me, his body positioned ju

The official report concluded that the explosion at the Smith Building had been caused by an electrical short circuit.It was a simple explanation. Clean, believable, and convenient enough for the public to accept without question.Gregori made sure of that.With careful precision, he altered the footage, reshaping the truth into something safer—something that would not invite further scrutiny. No gunfire. No ambush. No bloodshed.Just an unfortunate accident but for those who had been inside the building that day—They knew because they remembered the sound of bullets, the chaos, the fear, and yet, not a single one of them spoke. Instead, the news focused on something else entirely. On me.

— Two years later —Knock. Knock.“Come in,” I said, without looking up at first.The door of my office was opened, and I saw Sasha step inside, followed by Leonard. Both of them were holding documents, their expressions focused in a way that immediately told me this was something important.“Is this about the Dubai assets?” I asked, finally lifting my gaze toward them.Leonard nodded. “It is.”Sasha stepped closer and placed a folder in front of me before glancing up. “Did you know your mother owned several fashion stores across malls and commercial areas in Dubai?”I paused, then shook my head slowly.“I knew about the corporate side my father managed there,” I said, “but not this.”Leonard opened the file, guiding my attention to the documents Sasha had prepared.“It seems your uncle overlooked this entirely,” he explained. “Or perhaps he simply did not understand its value.”I leaned forward slightly, scanning the pages more carefully now.“The operations have been handled by som