Semua Bab Capitulate Into Sinful Desires : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Elara’s POVI told myself I wouldn’t think about him before today.That I would walk into this session calm, prepared, and unaffected.But the moment I stepped into the counseling room and saw him already seated, leaning back like he had all the time in the world, I knew I had lied to myself.My steps slowed for just a second.Just enough for him to notice.I took in on his outfit. He was wearing a black sleeve shirt tucked in on his pants black pants I admire the fabric of the shirt but then something else drew out my attention which shouldn't have.Staring at the first two to three buttons on his shirt slightly exposing the lump on his Goozle. I swallowed hard fully taking in his broad chest showing of. Did he do it intentionally?.His gaze lifted immediately, locking onto mine with that same quiet intensity that made my chest feel tight.And then… he smiled.Not wide, not obvious.Just enough to make it worse.I swallowed and forced myself to keep walking, closing the door behind

Elara’s POVFor a moment, no one moved.The air in the room felt heavy, like it had been pulled too tight and might snap at any second. My heart was still racing, my breath uneven, my body betraying me in ways I didn’t understand anymore.Sister Annette stood at the door, her eyes fixed on us.On me.On him.On the space between us that wasn’t nearly enough to hide what had just happened.I couldn’t speak.I couldn’t even breathe properly.But then, something shifted in her expression.The shock didn’t disappear… but it changed softly.Turned into something else understanding.Slowly, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her.The quiet click echoed louder than it should have.“Elara…” she said, her voice low and careful.I swallowed hard, my fingers trembling slightly where they rested near him. I wanted to move. I wanted to step away. But my body felt stuck between fear and something far more than dangerous.“I…” My voice came out weak. “It’s not...”She raised her hand gent

Adrian’s POVI didn’t go back to my room.Didn’t feel like it.Didn’t feel like doing anything normal, not after that.Instead, I stayed in the car for a while after leaving the church grounds, one hand resting lazily on the steering wheel while the other tapped slowly against my thigh.My mind wasn’t quiet.It hadn’t been quiet since her."Elara".I let her name sit in my head for a second longer than necessary, my jaw tightening slightly as I replayed everything that had happened.The way she came back. That was the part that stuck.Not the hesitation, not the fear, not even the way she tried to act like she still had control.It was the fact that she walked back in on her own.A slow smirk tugged at my lips.“She chose it, real this time.”The words came out low, almost thoughtful, because that changed everything.I leaned back in the seat, exhaling slowly as I ran a hand through my hair, pushing it back before letting it fall into place again.That first night was supposed to be

Elara’s POVMonday morning came with a strange kind of heaviness.Not the usual calm that wrapped around the chapel at the start of a new week, not the quiet peace that used to settle easily in my chest. This felt different. It felt like something unfinished was waiting for me.And I knew exactly what it was.I knelt beside Vanessa, the rosary beads slipping slowly through my fingers as we prayed. The candles burned steadily in front of us, their soft glow reflecting against the polished floor, while the large crucifix above the altar stood still and watchful.“Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee…”My voice blended with hers, steady on the outside, but inside, my thoughts refused to stay still.They kept drifting back to yesterday.Back to the emptiness of waiting.And then, back to him.“…blessed art thou among women…”I tightened my grip on the rosary slightly, forcing myself to focus. This was where I was supposed to be. This was who I was supposed to be.But even now,

Vanessa’s POVThere are some things you learn to hide so well, you almost forget they exist, almost.I stood near the altar, arranging the last set of candles after the morning duties had settled, my fingers steady, my expression calm. To anyone watching, I was exactly what I had always been. Well composed, devoted, untouched by anything beyond these walls, or at least that was how we all should look like.But the thing is that, calm can be deceiving.Because the truth was… I had been watching.I have been watching Elara. The Nun I was given a room in our dorm to share, just the day I and other vocations were transferred to this parish.My gaze shifted slightly across the chapel, finding her without effort. It always did. She stood near one of the side pews, speaking softly with another sister, her hands clasped neatly in front of her, her posture perfect, her voice gentle.She looked the same, but she wasn’t. I could see it.Maybe no one else could. Maybe no one else paid enough att