All Chapters of Master of Her Sins: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AvelineI SLIPPED into Alejandro’s private study, closing the heavy oak double doors behind me.I didn't turn on the main crystal chandelier. I leaned my back against the cold wood of the closed door, my chest heaving in short, jagged gasps.Underneath the heavy emerald silk gown, my skin was covered in a cold, nervous sweat.My hands trembled so violently that the diamond necklace at my throat clinked softly against my collarbone.He is inside the house, I thought, panic clawing at my throat like a wild animal. Sebastian is standing in the ballroom.I needed to gather my thoughts.I needed to figure out how to get Alejandro out of the main hall, how to double the perimeter security without raising suspicion, and how to survive the night without blood spilling over the marble floorboards.I walked over to the heavy mahogany desk, resting my hands against the polished edg

AvelineMY LEGS were heavy, trembling under the weight of the emerald silk dress with every step I took over the thick Persian runners.Inside my chest, my heart was a wild, wounded thing, hammering against my ribs until I could barely draw air into my lungs.Don Dela Costa put a bullet in his brain.Seb’s gravelly voice echoed through my mind like a death knell.It clawed at my skull, threatening to tear apart every piece of peace I had fought so hard to build in Switzerland.My father had murdered Alejandro’s father.The man who cherished me, the man who had pulled me out of the gutter and wrapped me in gold and dignity, was hosting the daughter of his father’s killer.If the truth ever came out, the love burning in Alejandro’s dark eyes would turn to ash and bloody vengeance.I stopped outside the heavy mahogany double doors of Alejandro’s suite,

AvelineTHE AFTERNOON sun over the Geneva Equestrian Club was bright, cold, and blinding.Crisp mountain air drifted over the manicured green paddocks, carrying the clean scents of fresh leather, damp earth, and sweet hay.Wealthy European aristocrats and high-society socialites sat under white linen umbrellas along the raised marble terrace, sipping champagne while watching thoroughbred horses trot gracefully around the dirt ring.I sat at a corner table with Alejandro, wearing an elegant cream-colored tweed blazer over a soft silk blouse, my dark burgundy curls pinned up neatly.Alejandro reached across the table, his warm fingers wrapping gently around my hand. His dark brown eyes were filled with that familiar, protective devotion that always made my heart feel steady.“You look like you belong here, my sweet girl,” Alejandro murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of my knuckles. “Quiet, elegant, and breathtaking.”I forced a warm, radiant smile onto my lips, leaning

SebTHE ICY wind blowing off Lake Geneva smelled of pine needles, wet timber, and freezing water.I stood in the deep shadow of an abandoned wooden dock across the quiet cove, concealed by the thick, weeping branches of an ancient willow tree.My dark tactical jacket was soaked from the mist, but I didn't feel the cold. I didn't feel anything except the burning, suffocating rage roaring through my veins.I raised a pair of military-grade thermal binoculars to my eyes, focusing the high-powered lens across the three hundred yards of black water.The three-deck luxury yacht sat anchored in the quiet bay, its underwater LED lights casting a soft, golden aura beneath the dark surface of the lake.My breath caught in my throat as the lens settled on the top sun deck.There she was.Belarina stood near the teak wood railing, wearing a simple white silk dress that fluttered wildly in the evening breeze.Her dark burgundy hair fell in loose, natural waves over her bare shoulders, catching the

SebHEAVY RAIN battered the bulletproof windows of the private harbor office, turning the docks below into a blur of wet asphalt and flickering yellow lights.I stood behind the massive oak desk, pouring two fingers of dark scotch into a crystal glass.My black suit jacket was off, and the sleeves of my white dress shirt were rolled to my forearms.The heavy double doors suddenly burst open.Don Bernardo Moretti entered with six armed capos behind him. His broad frame filled the doorway, his dark fur-collared coat dripping from the rain.And his face was red with anger, and his hand struck the desk hard enough to make my glass tremble.“Fourteen days, Sebastian!” he roared. “Fourteen goddamn days!”I took a slow sip of scotch before looking up at him. “You are shouting in my office, Bernardo.”“I don't give a damn about your office!” he snapped, leaning across the desk. “The board of capos met in Rome this morning. They are finished with your excuses. You keep flying to Switzerland wh