Lahat ng Kabanata ng Sinners & Saints: Dark Romance Stories series: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Sophia's POV “You stay away from her!” she said through her tears. “Do you hear me? You stay away from my daughter!”Callan didn't move.“Mom, please!” I grabbed her arm and pulled her back before she could get any closer to him. “Please, don't do this!”She turned to me, looking so hurt that I wished I could take back every decision that had brought us to this moment.“Get inside, Sophia.”I shook my head, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Not until you listen to me.”“Listen to you?” she whispered. “I've listened to you all my life. I've trusted you. I've given you the freedom to make your own decisions because I believed you would come to me when something mattered. But you didn't. You kept this from me, and now you expect me to stand here and accept it because you love him?”I lowered my head, tears running freely down my face.“I'm sorry, Mom.”She looked away, pressing a hand over her mouth as though she were struggling to hold herself together. Then she turned back to Callan.“

Sophia's POV "HE SAVED YOUR LIFE, MOM!" I roared with every single piece of air left in my lungs.The whole room fell dead silent.The sound of my voice echoed off the walls. My mom froze completely, her hand stopping right on the cord of the lamp. She stared at me, her mouth hanging wide open, tears frozen on her pale cheeks.Callan stood right behind me, his hands resting gently on my shoulders, his breathing deep and quiet."What... what did you just say?" my mom whispered, her voice barely a breath.I wiped my wet face with my sleeve, my chest heaving up and down as heavy sobs ripped through my body. “He saved your life, Mom! The man who attacked you with a knife... he wasn't a random robber! He was sent. Someone wanted you dead, Mom.”“It was just a robbery attack, Soph, so get the fuck out of my way and step aside—” Mom snapped, her voice rising.“No, Mom!” I sobbed, tears streaming down my face. “You're wrong, Mom. It was never just an ordinary robbery attack. Those security

Sophia's POV The first thing I noticed when I woke up the following morning was someone's arm wrapped securely around my waist.Sunlight was streaming through the bedroom windows, and for a few seconds, I lay still, trying to remember why I felt so warm and comfortable. Then I turned my head and saw Callan sleeping beside me.A smile spread across my face as I snuggled closer to him, resting my cheek against his chest. As if that wasn't enough, I turned toward him completely and pulled myself even closer, placing my palm softly on his strong abs. He was still asleep, his face relaxed against the pillow, and for a moment, I simply lay there looking at him.We were back in his mansion, in our bedroom, with no arguments waiting for us and no reason to hide our relationship from my Mom anymore. For once, I could wake up beside the man I loved without worrying about who might find out.I stretched my arms above my head and let out a loud yawn before snuggling back against Callan's chest.

Sophia's POV By two o’clock in the afternoon, the backyard was filled with music, laughter, and so many happy people. All of my close college friends were there, eating cake and admiring the big yellow balloon arch. Nikolai and Viktor were standing near the BBQ grill, helping Mark flip juicy burgers and hotdogs, both of them wearing silly chef hats that Donald forced them to put on. Callan stood near the old patio table, holding a glass of iced tea, talking politely with a few of my college professors who had come to congratulate me on graduating at the top of my class. He looked so tall, so handsome, and so proud, looking over at me every few seconds with that deep, loving look in his eyes. I sat at the table under the big umbrella, looking at a shiny black folder that my mom had placed in front of me. Inside the folder was an official contract from the biggest international art and design company in the city. They wanted to hire me as their lead book cover designer and illust

Chapter 2Miranda's POV A cousin even rushed and began dabbing the tablecloth so the spilled drink wouldn't spread too far.Lucas's entire family were kind to me, warm, normal—everything Lucas was not. But I couldn’t calm down. My breathing turned shallow, almost panicked, and my eyes kept darting toward Lucas even though I was too afraid to look directly at him.And then I saw the look on his face. That calm, quiet look he always had… the one that meant he was furious but pretending not to be.My fingers trembled so hard the napkins I tried to hold slipped from my grip. “I—I’m sorry,” I kept whispering with tears in my eyes. “I didn’t mean to—” I stammered with a cracking voice. But the apology only felt useless. Because I wasn’t apologizing to his family. I was apologizing to him.“Come on, Miranda, let’s get you cleaned up,” Sarah said gently, appearing beside me like a shield. Even though they were all nice to me, they somehow looked embarrassed about the whole situation. But th