Todos los capítulos de Sinful Attraction : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Behind Closed Doors Roman's POV The first rule of infiltration was simple. Watch. The second was even simpler. Never let anyone know you're watching. Three days. I'd been inside Viktor Volkov's mansion for exactly three days. Long enough to learn the routines. The security guards changed shifts every six hours. The house staff gathered in the kitchen every evening at eight. Viktor left for campaign headquarters before nine every morning and rarely returned before sunset. The east wing remained locked at all times. And Valentina Volkov... She was nothing like the woman the tabloids described. The newspapers called her spoiled. The servants called her impossible. The truth was far more complicated. She shouted. She complained. She spent absurd amounts of money. But I'd also watched her secretly slip cash into a gardener's pocket after learning his wife needed surgery. I'd seen her buy every bouquet from an elderly florist whose shop never had

The MasqueradeRoman's POV I read the message three times before deleting it.HELLO ROMAN I CAN TELL EVERYTHING YOU WANT TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR FATHER'S DEATH. Someone knew exactly why I had returned to Russia. Someone knew my father's death wasn't an accident. More importantly... Someone was watching me. I slipped the phone back into my pocket before Valentina noticed the change in my expression. "You look like you've seen a ghost," she said. "I've seen worse." She studied me for a moment but didn't press further. That was one thing I admired about her. She asked questions. She never demanded answers. "We should go," I said. She sighed dramatically. "I was about to buy half the bookstore." "You can buy it another day." "You sound exactly like an accountant." "I've been called worse." "You definitely have." A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips. For some reason... Seeing her smile had become dangerous. Because I found myself wanting to be the reason for it.

The Truth She Was Never Meant to Hear Roman's POV "You've disappointed me." Viktor's voice remained calm. Too calm. He stood with his back to me, staring out the floor-to-ceiling windows of his study. "I don't understand, sir." He chuckled softly. "That's what worries me." He turned around slowly. "My wife seems... different lately." I kept my face blank. "She appears happier." "I've simply been doing my job." "I hope that's all you've been doing." Our eyes locked. He was testing me. Trying to see if I'd crack. Instead, I stood motionless. "I protect your wife." "Good." He walked closer until only a few feet separated us. "I've spent my entire life learning how to read people, Ivan." He smiled politely. "Everyone lies." "They just lie differently." A long silence followed. Finally, he stepped aside. "You may go." As I reached the door, he spoke again. "And Ivan..." I looked back. "If anyone in this house betrays me..."

Blood and Betrayal **Roman's POV** "Kill him." The order left Viktor's lips with chilling calm. It wasn't shouted. It didn't need to be. Eight rifles were already aimed at my chest. I slowly pushed Valentina farther behind me. "Stay behind me." She grabbed my arm. "No." "Roman—" "Please." It was the first time I'd ever begged her for anything. "If anything happens..." "You run." "I'm not leaving you." "You have to." "I won't." The first guard squeezed the trigger. **BANG!** The bullet tore through the headboard where I'd been standing a split second earlier. I shoved Valentina to the floor. More shots followed. Wood exploded around us. Glass shattered. The bedroom became a battlefield within seconds. I grabbed the pistol hidden beneath the bedside table—I'd placed it there the previous evening out of habit. Two quick shots. **BANG!** **BANG!** The first guard fell. The second cried out, clutching his shoulder before collap

Justice Roman's POV The convoy raced through the streets of Moscow. Sirens echoed behind us. The city had just witnessed one of the most powerful men's mansion burn to the ground. No one knew the truth. Not yet. I looked at Sergei, seated opposite me. His face was pale from blood loss, but his eyes remained focused. "The docks," he said. "They'll try to leave on Viktor's private yacht." Nikolai loaded another magazine into his rifle. "They're not leaving Russia." "They won't." I tightened my grip around the flash drive Sergei had given me. It felt heavier than a weapon. Inside it were years of secrets. Bank records. Audio recordings. Videos. Photographs. Enough evidence to destroy everyone involved. Today wasn't about revenge anymore. It was about finishing what my father had started. Justice. The convoy arrived at the abandoned river docks just as a massive white yacht began pulling away from the pier. "They're leaving!" One of Nikolai's men shouted. Roman