Semua Bab Master of Her Sins: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Bela“LET GO of me!”I dug my heels hard into the wet asphalt of the back alleyway behind the club. Rain drizzled over my burgundy hair, soaking into my thin work uniform.Seb didn’t even look back at me. He kept moving with long strides, his large hand wrapped around my wrist like a cuff of iron, dragging me along behind him like an afterthought.Three heavily armed Ricaforte soldiers formed a moving wall around us, shielding us from the streetlights and prying eyes.To them, I wasn’t a person. I was a high-value asset being retrieved from the dark.A sleek, black armored sedan idled at the curb, its engine humming low and steady. A bodyguard pulled the rear door open.“Get in,” Seb commanded, his voice a gravelly vibration that sent a cold shudder down my spine.“No!” I wrenched my arm with everything I had, but his grip only tightened, bruising my skin. “I am not getting in a car with you, Sebastian! You have no right—”Seb turned fast. His dark, bloodshot eyes flashed with a danger

BelaTHE PENTHOUSE was suffocatingly quiet at three in the morning.I paced down the dark corridors, my bare feet making no sound against the polished wood floors. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass, the city lights of Milan flickered through the cold night rain.Every shadow inside this place reminded me of another house. Another prison.No matter how sleek the glass or how expensive the art was here, the air smelled the same as the old Ricaforte estate on the outskirts of the city.It was the heavy scent of old money, polished mahogany, and the faint metallic undertone of unspoken violence.I stopped at the entrance of Seb’s private study. The heavy oak door was slightly open, spilling a thin sliver of warm amber light across the floor.My chest tightened as I looked inside. My mind slipped backward, unspooling the years until the present dissolved completely.Fourteen years ago, before the massive fires devoured our lives, our world was built on a single, binding covenant.I remembe

SebFOR SEVEN years, Don Bernardo Moretti had controlled the Northern territory, but he was missing the ultimate prize—the Southern ports.Behind me, the vault’s reinforced iron door hissed shut.Bela stood near the center of the room, her dark burgundy curls falling wildly over her shoulders. She wore her green dress from earlier, her dark brown eyes scanning the racks of automatic rifles and tactical gear with quiet, sharp intelligence.“Why am I in here, Seb?” she asked, her voice steady and clear.I walked over to the heavy iron desk in the center of the room, tapping the glass interface to bring up the Dela Costa family registry.“Because you need to understand the real war,” I rasped, my voice deep and rough. “Bernardo didn't just slaughter your family for land, Bela. Your father locked the Southern shipping manifest using a dual-DNA bloodline key. Without a Dela Costa alive to unlock the digital master ledger, the Southern ports remain completely frozen.”Bela’s breath hitched s

BelaI LET him break me. Again.I sat up, pulling the cold silk sheet against my bare chest, staring at the empty space beside me. Sebastian was gone, leaving nothing behind but the faint, mocking scent of his expensive cologne on the pillows.I wrapped my arms around my knees, my jaw tightening until it ached. The anger burning in my throat wasn’t directed at him this time—it was entirely for myself.I had spent a whole year building a wall around my heart, convincing myself that I was strong enough to face his ghost. Yet, with a single touch, a dark whisper in the dark, he had dismantled it all.I closed my eyes, pressing my forehead against my knees. Never again, I vowed to the empty room.I don’t care what he threatens. I don’t care how my body betrays me. I will not let emotion make me weak again.By the time I showered and forced myself into one of the long-sleeved, high-necked knit sweaters Seb had provided, the clock downstairs was chiming nine. I expected a confrontation. I b

SebTHE AMBER liquid in my glass didn’t take the edge off. Nothing did.I leaned my head against the high back of my leather chair, staring at the ceiling of my private study while the clock chimed three in the morning.My eyes burned, a heavy, gritty ache throbbing behind my temples. For three years, sleep had been an elusive luxury I couldn’t afford. Whenever I closed my eyes, the smell of burning gasoline and the deafening roar of that vehicle explosion filled my throat, waking me up in a cold, violent sweat.The syndicate thought I had spent the year solidifying my grip on the throne. They thought my ruthlessness was born from ambition.They didn't know about the locked filing cabinets behind my desk.I stood up, my joints stiff as I walked over to the safe, punching in the code. I pulled out the heavy, unlabeled leather binders and spread them across the mahogany wood under the dim lamp light.The contents were my true obsession.The official fire investigation reports from the l