All Chapters of Sinful Attraction : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Brothers Damian's POV The flashes came first. White bursts of light exploded against the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the hotel suite like lightning. One. Then another. Then dozens more. Camera shutters clicked relentlessly from the street below. "What the hell...?" I muttered as I walked toward the window. The entrance of the Royal Crescent Hotel was overflowing with reporters. Satellite vans crowded the street while photographers fought for the best position outside the revolving doors. Microphones were raised high. News anchors stood in front of live cameras. Within minutes, the hotel's entrance had become complete chaos. "They're here." Ethan's voice barely rose above a whisper. He looked as though all the air had been sucked out of the room. Noah stood beside him, trying to remain calm despite the fear written across his face. "They don't know who's inside," Noah said quietly. "If they did, they'd already be knocking on the door." I nodded. "He’s r

The Truth at the Table Aurora's POV No one touched the dessert. The long mahogany dining table that had hosted countless business dinners and celebrations had never felt so cold. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead. Silver cutlery rested neatly beside untouched plates. The room looked perfect. The people sitting around it were anything but. My dad sat at one end of the table. Across from him sat William and Eleanor Kingsley. Damian was beside me. Ethan sat opposite us. Noah wasn't there. This was a family conversation. One that would change every life seated at this table. I glanced at Ethan. He gave me a small nod. It was time. He slowly stood. "Dad..." William looked up from his wine. "What is it?" "I asked everyone here tonight because Damian and I have something important to tell you." William smiled faintly. "If this is about moving the wedding date, it can wait until tomorrow." "It can't." The smile disappeared. Ethan took a

One Wild Night Sienna's POV The moment the plane landed, I knew one thing. Russia was nothing like home. A blanket of white covered the city despite it being early evening. Snow clung to rooftops like powdered sugar, while expensive black cars glided through the streets as if they owned them. The buildings were breathtaking, a mix of old history and modern luxury. I pressed my forehead against the taxi window, unable to stop smiling. "So this is Moscow," I whispered. The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror and chuckled before saying something in Russian I couldn't understand. I laughed anyway. Everything felt...new. Three days ago, I had graduated from college. Today, I was halfway across the world. If someone had told eighteen-year-old me that I'd be flying first class to Russia to meet the mysterious man who had paid for my education, apartment, books, and literally every expense for the past four years, I would've laughed in their face. Life h

Sienna's POV The first thing I noticed was the headache. The second... The unfamiliar ceiling above me. I blinked several times before pushing myself upright. My head pounded as memories from the night before came back in scattered pieces. The music. The dancing. The mysterious man in black. His deep voice. His hand wrapped around mine. Then... Nothing clear. Only flashes. A warm laugh. Snow falling outside. His expensive cologne. Strong arms around me. My cheeks burned. "Oh, God..." I looked around the hotel room. My room. Then I remembered the passionate night I had last night with the dangerous handsome stranger in black.That was the best sex I ever had. My black dress was neatly folded over the chair beside the window. My heels sat perfectly underneath it, as though someone had taken the time to place them there instead of kicking them across the room. That definitely wasn't me. I glanced at the other side of the bed. Empty. N

Aleksandr's POV Three days. That was how long Sienna Calloway had been living in my house. Three days. And she had already turned my orderly life into complete chaos. She laughed too loudly. She spoke whatever came into her mind. She wandered into rooms she wasn't supposed to enter. She befriended every maid in the house within hours. Even Viktor, a man who looked like smiling physically hurt him, had started shaking his head in amusement whenever she was around. She was... Impossible. I stepped out of my office after finishing a call with one of my captains. The mansion was unusually quiet. Too quiet. Whenever it became quiet around Sienna, it usually meant trouble. "Where is she?" I asked. One of the maids smiled nervously. "In the library, sir." "The library?" "Yes." I walked toward the double doors. The moment I stepped inside, I stopped. She was standing on a ladder, reaching for a book on the highest shelf. Wearing a crop top, a ve