All Chapters of The King's Favorite Sin : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Blake’s POV I arrive at Ravenswood Hospital just in time, having been on the phone with Elizabeth the entire drive. She spends the whole ride nagging me about how badly I treated my “wife-to-be,” insisting that if I hadn't ignored her while she came to spend time with me, the accident would've never happened. Hearing that she'll be coming back in the next two months doesn't sit well with me. My mom? She's a whole different show. Dr. Adrian immediately leads Lucien and I to the private ward after briskly explaining that the accident only resulted in a minor fracture of Ava's radius. But she insisted it was far more serious and demanded to be admitted. God… Ava can never stop being dramatic. When I walk in, I find her sitting up in bed, her left arm wrapped in a bandage. It all looks obviously minor—a simple fracture, nothing serious. Yet she's been admitted as though she's dying, with her personal server, Lila, standing faithfully by her bedside. I knew it the moment I got the n

Blake's POV “Whoo...!” Santino winces as he rubs his mouth, checking for any sign of blood. He looks up at me, a dark smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.“Damn... you really did that because of her?”I scowl at him before turning on my heel and storming after Rosella, moving before Lucien even has the chance to react.“Rosella! stop!”She's already halfway down the hallway, moving fast. I catch up to her within seconds, grab her arm, and yank her back. She gasps as I spin her around and pins her against the wall, my body crowding hers.I glance both ways down the hallway. Thank goodness it's empty—the last thing I need is an audience.“Stop,” I growl, pinning both her wrists above her head with one hand. My thigh wedges between hers, trapping her in place. I can feel the warmth radiating from her body through the thin blue fabric of her two-piece. Every shaky breath she takes makes her chest press against mine.“Blake... please... let me go.”“Shh.” My free hand closes around h

Rosella’s POVThe guards close in, suspicion replacing the amusement they'd shown moments ago.“Who are you?”"Who gave you the envelope?" “How did you locate this place?” “Who told you my boss's name?”The questions come at me one after another, leaving me no time to think, let alone catch my breath.I answer each one as calmly as I can, sticking to the story I'd rehearsed over and over in my head, praying my voice doesn't tremble enough to betray me.“Please,” I say, clutching the envelope tighter against my chest. “I was told to hand this to him personally. I can't go back without delivering it.”One of the guards studies me for a long moment before clicking his tongue in annoyance.“Persistent, aren't you?” the guard mutters, pulling out his phone. He dials a number and waits for the call to connect.“Don,” he says, glancing at me, “Bitch said she can't leave without delivering it. Claims it's important.”A muffled voice crackles through the phone. Then Rael's furious roar expl

Rosella's POV “Three..!”A gunshot explodes right beside my ear.For a split second, my heart stops. I think I've been shot. But then, Rael's body jerks violently behind me. His brutal grip on my hair loosens as he staggers sideways with a roar of agony.I whip my head to the side. Tyrn stands there, his gun still raised. A thin trail of smoke curls from the barrel, his face a mask of icy fury.Before Rael can even hit his knees, Lucien is already moving. He drives a hard kick into Rael's pistol, sending it skidding across the floor. Santino charges forward, and chaos erupts around us. Shouts fill the warehouse. Boots pounding. Another gunshot echoes through the warehouse. I flinch, slumping against the ropes binding my wrists as panic surges through me. My ears ring so violently I can barely hear my own ragged breathing.Then I suddenly see Blake in front of me, his presence overwhelming. Despite the chaos, his hands are steady and surprisingly gentle. A knife flashes in his grip,

Rosella's POV Blake nods slowly. “Well... I heard everything you said in your sleep…. Come here.”He pats the empty space on the bed, inviting me to sit across from him.“What?”Heat rushes to my face. He heard my somniloquy?Blake only holds my gaze. “Come sit.”I hesitate for a moment before walking over and lowering myself onto the edge of the bed.He studies me in silence, then sniffs lightly. “Tell me.”“What?”“About your mother... your family.”I stare at him, searching his face for a clue, but he simply gives me a quiet, expectant look.“I’m waiting,” he says gently.After a brief moment of hesitation, I finally begin telling him everything—from never knowing my mother or having a family, to Mag adopting from Rio Grande Children's Home when I was only ten years old. The years of brutal training, and everything else I can recall.He asks question after question, and I answer as honestly as I can. His face remains hard the entire time, showing little to no sympathy.“And you w