บททั้งหมดของ Whispers of Ruin: A Taboo Collection : บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

Old Wounds💦🫦“Stay. Just for a minute.”Logan’s voice was low in the dark hallway of the apartment I used to share with my ex. The party noise from the living room still carried through the closed door, laughter, music, the clink of bottles. My ex, Ryan, was in there somewhere, celebrating his new job with the same group of friends we used to have in common. I had only come because Logan texted and said he needed to talk.I should have left the second I saw Ryan’s name on the guest list. Instead, I let Logan pull me into the empty bedroom that used to be mine and shut the door.“Logan, Ryan is right outside.”“I know.” He braced one hand on the wall beside my head. Three years since Ryan and I broke up. Three years since Logan, his best friend, stopped looking at me like I was just the girlfriend. “I’ve been trying not to do this every time we end up in the same room. It’s not working anymore.”He looked the same and different at the same time, taller somehow, broader in the shoulde

The End of Secrets💦🫦“We meet him before ten. That’s the only way this ends.”Logan’s voice was tight as he pulled on a dark hoodie in the pre-dawn quiet of his apartment. It was 6:50 a.m. The blackmailer’s last message still glowed on my phone between us. Ten o’clock. That was when Ryan’s phone would receive the first video if we didn’t show.I sat on the edge of the bed, still sore, still full of him from only a few hours earlier. The sheets smelled like sex and his skin. My hands were shaking as I reached for my clothes.“Where?” I asked, voice rough.“Same parking garage. He wants us there in forty minutes.” Logan looked at me, eyes hard. “Whatever happens, you stay behind me. I’m ending this today, Sienna.”We left the apartment in silence. The city was just starting to wake. I stared out the window the entire drive, stomach twisted into knots. Ryan was probably still asleep, or already on his way to whatever meeting he had. He had no idea.The third level of the parking garage

Positive🫦💦“Don’t say anything yet. Just let me feel you.”Daniel’s voice was low and rough as he pulled me into the guest bedroom of the apartment he shared with Claire. It was almost one in the morning. Claire had gone to bed early after the clinic appointment, exhausted from nerves and hope. The apartment was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner.I had only meant to stop by to drop off the prenatal vitamins the doctor recommended. Somehow I had ended up with my back against the closed door and Daniel’s mouth on mine.Two weeks had passed since the first transfer. Two weeks of careful distance in front of Claire and frantic, secret nights whenever she left the apartment or fell asleep early. We had told ourselves it would stop after the procedure. It hadn’t.Daniel’s hands slid under my shirt, warm and urgent. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he murmured against my throat. “Sitting in that waiting room, watching you hold her hand, knowing what we did the ni

Thirty Thousand Feet💦🫦“You’re in my seat.”The voice was low and amused. I looked up from my phone and found a man standing in the aisle of the dim cabin, a carry-on in one hand and a boarding pass in the other. Tall, dark hair, sharp jaw, the kind of quiet confidence that made the flight attendant already smiling at him. The overhead lights had been turned down for the overnight flight to London. Most passengers were already trying to sleep.“I don’t think so,” I said, holding up my own pass. “14A. Window.”He glanced at his ticket, then at the seat number, then back at me. A slow smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Looks like they double-booked the row. 14A and 14B are both assigned to us somehow. Mind if I take the aisle until they sort it out?”I should have said I minded. Instead I shrugged and moved my bag. He sat down, the clean scent of his cologne cutting through the recycled cabin air. His knee brushed mine as he settled. Neither of us moved away.His name was Elias

The Cottage💦🫦“We’re really doing this.”Elias’s voice was barely above a whisper as he closed the bedroom door of the small countryside cottage. Rain tapped against the windows. Downstairs, Lila was still in the kitchen finishing the dishes and talking on the phone to her mother. The cottage was charming and far too small, two bedrooms, one bathroom, thin walls, and a living room that forced the three of us into constant proximity.I stood near the bed with my arms wrapped around myself. The weekend had already been a special kind of torture. Long walks where Lila held his hand and pointed out scenery while Elias’s eyes kept finding mine. Shared meals where every accidental brush of fingers under the table felt like a spark. Nights spent lying awake in the smaller guest room listening to the soft sounds of them in the room next door.Now Lila was distracted, the rain was loud, and Elias had followed me upstairs under the excuse of helping with the luggage.“We shouldn’t,” I said, e