All Chapters of Sinful Attraction : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Liam's POV I knew I was in trouble the moment I watched Marilyn walk away from me at the airport and felt like something inside my chest went with her. That had never happened before. Not once. Women came and went from my life constantly. Some stayed a few weeks. Some stayed a few months. But eventually I always got bored. Or they did. Either way, endings never affected me much. But this? This felt completely different. I stood near the large airport windows watching planes disappear into the bright Hawaiian sky while her scent still lingered faintly on my clothes. God. I missed her already. It was pathetic. Actually pathetic. I rubbed my hand over my face tiredly before laughing softly to myself. Twenty-one years old. Losing my mind over a thirty-five-year-old divorced supermodel. Dad would have a heart attack if he knew. The crazy part was… I didn’t even care. Because for the first time in my life, someone made me want things I usually avoided

Marilyn’s POV The elevator doors opened slowly. And my entire body froze. Liam. For one horrifying second, I genuinely thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But no. He was standing right there in the middle of the executive floor wearing a black suit jacket with the sleeves slightly rolled up, his dark hair messy like he had been running his hands through it all morning. And those blue eyes… Those dangerous blue eyes widened with shock the same moment mine did. “Marilyn?” My throat suddenly felt dry. “What are you doing here?” He laughed softly in disbelief, taking a step closer. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” God. Seeing him again after weeks felt like someone suddenly pulling air back into my lungs. Which was exactly the problem. I wasn’t supposed to feel this affected by him anymore. I had blocked him. Avoided him. Tried forgetting him. And somehow all it took was one look at him for my heart to start betraying me again. Lia

Marilyn’s POV I immediately straightened the moment Richard Hayes stopped in front of us. Up close, he looked even more intimidating. Not because he was harsh. Because he carried power naturally. The kind of quiet confidence only successful men had. He didn’t need to raise his voice or demand attention for people to respect him. And suddenly I understood why Hayes Muse was becoming one of the biggest agencies in New York so quickly. “Mr. Hayes,” I said politely, forcing myself not to sound nervous. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Marilyn Car—” “I already know who you are, Marilyn Carter,” he interrupted with a small smile. That immediately eased some of my tension. At least he sounded warm. Not judgmental. Not cold. Just calm. His eyes studied me carefully for a second before he nodded toward the hallway. “Come with me. Let’s do this interview properly.” I picked up my bag quickly and followed him toward the executive offices. Unfortunately, Liam followed

Marilyn’s POV Dinner with Liam was supposed to help define whatever strange relationship existed between us. Instead, it became the night my entire world exploded again. After work, Liam drove us to one of the most luxurious restaurants in Manhattan. The building itself looked expensive from outside, glowing with golden lights while expensive cars lined the entrance. “You really like dramatic places,” I muttered while stepping out of the car. Liam smirked immediately. “You deserve dramatic places.” God. That man flirted like breathing came naturally to him. The restaurant inside was even more beautiful. Crystal chandeliers. Soft piano music. Elegant candlelit tables. People dressed in designer clothing speaking quietly over expensive wine. Definitely not somewhere I usually came anymore. The hostess smiled politely the moment she saw Liam. “Good evening, Mr. Hayes. Your reservation is ready.” Of course they knew him personally. Liam placed his hand lightly against my

The Devil's HouseRoman's POV One month. It had been exactly one month since I buried my father. Thirty-one days since the only man I had ever feared was lowered into the frozen earth beneath a gray Moscow sky. Thirty-one days since I stood beside his grave wearing a black suit. I didn't cry. I couldn't. Not after twenty years apart. Not after spending two decades convincing myself he had chosen his principles over me. All I felt was regret. Regret that I never called him more than twice a year. Regret that our conversations always ended the same way. *"How are you, Roman?"* *"I'm fine."** *"Take care of yourself."** *"You too."* Neither of us ever said the words we wanted to say. I miss you. Come home. I'm sorry. Now one of us never would. A knock interrupted my thoughts. The study door opened before I could answer. "Still staring at the same file?" I looked up and couldn't stop the faint smile tugging at my lips. Nikolai. The only brother I had ever known.