All Chapters of Sinful Attraction : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Noah's POV The silence inside my father's office was unbearable. Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. The words I had just said seemed to echo around the room. "I'm in love with Julia." I meant every single word. I wasn't taking it back. Not now. Not ever. But judging by the expressions on everyone's faces, my confession had hit harder than I expected. Julia looked stunned. Her mother looked completely shocked. And my father... My father looked furious. The vein in his neck twitched as he stared at me. "You can't love Julia." His voice was sharp. Cold. Dangerous. I clenched my jaw. "And why not?" His eyes widened. Perhaps because I rarely questioned him about the decisions he made. Not like this. "Because she's your sister." "No." I shook my head. "She isn't." "She is part of this family now." "We're not related." "That doesn't matter." "It matters to me." The tension inside the room became almost unbearable. Nobody dared speak

Julia's POV The morning after Elvis agreed to let Noah pursue music should have been a happy one. Instead, panic spread through the mansion. Because Noah was still not back. Nobody knew where he was. His room was empty. His phone was switched off. And he hadn't come home all night. At first, Elvis tried to pretend he wasn't worried. "He probably just needs time." But as the hours passed, even he couldn't hide the concern in his eyes. By afternoon, the entire house was tense. Staff members were making calls. Security teams were searching. Even I couldn't focus on anything. I sat in my room staring at my phone, hoping for a message. Anything. But nothing came. My mother knocked softly before entering. "Have you heard from him?" I shook my head. "No." She sighed. "I'm sure he's okay." I wanted to believe that. But Noah had been carrying years of pain on his shoulders. Years of frustration. Years of anger. What if he decided not to

Lily Hart’s POV My heart pounded so hard I thought everyone in the room could hear it. Malik stood near the staircase, speaking calmly into his phone in Arabic while two men in black suits stood behind him like shadows. Everything about him screamed power. Wealth. Danger. And somehow… he still looked even more beautiful than I remembered. The fitted black suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly while the expensive watch on his wrist probably cost more than my entire college tuition. God. How could one man look this good this early in the morning? I quickly lowered my head before he noticed me staring. My oversized glasses nearly slid down my nose as I adjusted them nervously. The ugly brown wig on my head felt itchy already, and the loose uniform hid the small bump beginning to form beneath my stomach. I looked nothing like the girl from that night in New York. That was the point. “New housekeeper?” a woman beside me asked. I looked up quickly. She appeared to

Lily Hart’s POV I could barely breathe. The cold evening wind rushed through the garden, making the trees sway softly around us, but none of that mattered. The only thing I could focus on was Malik standing directly in front of me with those dark, intense eyes fixed on my face. My wig had slipped. Only for a second. But a second was enough to ruin everything. My fingers shook badly as I adjusted it quickly back into place. I prayed silently that he hadn’t noticed the blonde strands underneath. “Careful,” Malik said quietly. That deep voice did dangerous things to my body. Even after four months, my heart still reacted to him instantly. “I’m sorry, Your Highness,” I whispered while lowering my eyes. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence felt heavy. I could feel him studying me carefully, almost like he was trying to solve a puzzle. It made my nervous heat spread through my chest. “You are afraid of me,” he finally said. “No, sir.” A lie. I was

Lily Hart’s POV The entire ballroom spun around me. Voices became muffled. The bright golden lights above blurred together painfully while dizziness consumed my body completely. No. Not now. I tried to steady myself against the table, but my legs refused to cooperate. My breathing became uneven as panic rushed through me. Please don’t faint. Please don’t faint. But it was already too late. Strong arms caught me before I hit the floor completely. Gasps filled the ballroom around us. “Miss Hart!” someone shouted. My tray crashed loudly onto the marble floor as Malik held me tightly against him. One of his hands pressed protectively against my waist while the other supported my back. And then everything became worse. My wig slipped off completely. The large glasses fell seconds later, hitting the floor beside us. The ballroom went silent. Completely silent. Cold fear rushed through my body instantly. No. No no no. My real blonde hair spilled over