Semua Bab Sinful Attraction : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Isabella’s POV My hands trembled as I slowly opened the bedroom door. The hallway was dark except for the occasional flashes of lightning outside the large windows. Thunder echoed loudly through the mansion. But somehow… None of that scared me anymore. Because right now, the most dangerous thing in this house wasn’t the storm. It was Sebastian Blackwood. And I was walking willingly toward him. My heart pounded violently with every step I took toward his room. Part of me still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. Wearing red lingerie. In the middle of the night. Going directly to a man I had spent days trying to avoid. God. I had completely lost my mind.Then I heard movement downstairs. Another flash of lightning illuminated the hallway briefly as I reached the staircase. The living room lights were dim. Soft golden light from the fireplace filled the space with warmth. And there he was. Sebastian sat on the couch wearing dark sweatpants

The storm kept us trapped in Cornwall for more than a week. Seven dangerous, intoxicating days alone with Sebastian Blackwood. And somehow, every single day only pulled me deeper into him. The rain never seemed to stop. Every morning I woke up tangled in his arms while thunder rolled outside the mansion windows. Every night ended with whispered conversations, heated kisses, trembling touches, and emotions neither of us could control anymore. It was terrifying how quickly Sebastian became my entire world. The first few days felt unreal. Like we were living inside a fantasy completely separated from reality. No phones. No business meetings. No London. No Stephen. No responsibilities. Just me and the man I should never have wanted. And God… I wanted him more every single day. The mansion itself almost felt alive during the storm. The huge windows constantly rattled from heavy wind while waves crashed violently against the cliffs below. Sometimes the el

Isabella POV Leaving Cornwall felt strangely painful. The entire drive back to London, I sat quietly in the backseat beside Amelia while my thoughts remained completely consumed by Sebastian. The storm was over. Reality had officially returned. And suddenly everything between us felt far more dangerous than it did inside that isolated mansion. Because now there were consequences. Real ones. Amelia sat beside me happily scrolling through her phone completely unaware that her best friend had spent the past week falling hopelessly in love with her father. Meanwhile Sebastian sat in front beside the driver looking calm as always. But every once in a while, his eyes met mine through the rearview mirror. And every single glance made my stomach tighten. God. This man affected me way too much. “You’re weirdly quiet,” Amelia suddenly said, pulling me from my thoughts. “I’m tired.” “That storm vacation really healed you,” she teased dramatically. “You look less m

Isabella’s POV Weeks passed after the scandal exploded online. And somehow… Everything only became worse. Everywhere I looked, people talked about Sebastian and me. Social media destroyed me daily. Some people called me a gold digger. Others called me a homewrecker. A shameless slut. A desperate young woman sleeping with an older billionaire for money. The headlines became crueler every day. And Stephen made sure the scandal never died. New videos. New interviews. New accusations. He painted himself like the victim while turning me into the villain. At first, I tried ignoring everything. I tried staying strong. Because Sebastian never left my side. Every night he held me close while telling me things would get better. Every morning he reassured me that none of the public opinions mattered. But honestly? It wasn’t the media breaking my heart. It was Amelia. Losing her felt unbearable. The penthouse no longer felt warm without her laught

Camila Sofia Rodriguez stood in the middle of her apartment with a half-open suitcase on the bed and a heavy feeling inside her chest. Rain fell softly against the large glass windows while the lights of London glowed beautifully outside. Eight years ago, she arrived in this city with almost nothing except a scholarship and a dream of changing her life. Now she was leaving with success, money, experience… And exhaustion. Pure exhaustion. She folded another blouse neatly before placing it inside her suitcase. Every movement felt slow, almost painful. This apartment carried too many memories. The kitchen where she cooked after long hours at work. The couch where she and Lucas spent lazy weekends. The dining table where she sat every month calculating bills while Lucas promised her that one day everything would be worth it. Camila closed the suitcase halfway and stared at the room quietly. Maybe love really could blind people. Because she had loved Lucas Daniel To