All Chapters of Master of Her Sins: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AvelineTHE SHARP hum of the jet engines faded as the private Gulfstream rolled to a smooth stop on the tarmac at Geneva Airport.I looked through the oval window.There were no dark clouds, pouring rain, or flashing police sirens. Instead, bright afternoon sunlight spilled across the airport, illuminating the snow-capped peaks of the Swiss Alps in the distance.Alejandro rose from his leather armchair. Dressed in a crisp light-gray suit, he looked composed and effortlessly elegant. He walked toward me and extended his hand.“We have arrived, Aveline,” he said warmly. “Welcome to Switzerland.”I stared at his open palm for a moment before placing my fingers in his.He led me down the aircraft steps onto Swiss soil.Three sleek silver Mercedes sedans waited nearby, surrounded by private security guards dressed in dark suits. They opened the doors respectfully as we approached.No screeching tires.No gunfire.No Sebastian Ricaforte standing between me and the world.For the first time,

SebTHE HEAVY mahogany conference table in Naples was covered with blood-red legal folders, shipping deeds, and encrypted tactical maps.Don Bernardo Moretti stood at the head of the table, his loud, arrogant voice filling the private conference room as he outlined our joint expansion into the Southern ports. Every few seconds, his heavy gold ring struck the polished wood for emphasis.I heard none of it.I sat back in my leather armchair, staring blankly at the digital map projected onto the wall. My dark suit was immaculate, my posture controlled, and my face remained an unreadable mask.But beneath my ribs, my heart was a hollow, bleeding void.She was gone.Three weeks ago, Belarina had vanished from Milan. Three weeks since she had slipped through my fingers, and every day since had felt like drowning in freezing water.“Sebastian!”Bernardo’s palm slammed onto the table.I didn't flinch.“Are you listening to me?” he demanded, his dark eyes narrowing. “We move our ships into Nap

AvelineThe warm air inside Alejandro’s master bedroom smelled of fresh cedarwood, dark honey, and faint jasmine.Alejandro pushed the double white doors closed behind us, locking the heavy brass latch with a quiet, final click that sealed the outside world away.He turned and walked over to me, his dark brown eyes glowing with a quiet intensity. He didn't rush. He reached out, his broad, warm hands gently cupping my face, his thumbs stroking over my flushed cheekbones with deliberate slowness.“You are safe here, Aveline,” Alejandro murmured softly, his voice rich, deep, and laced with sincerity. “Everything we do tonight is yours. Every touch, every second. Always yours.”My heart thudded softly against my ribs, melting under his patient devotion. The lingering ice from my past seemed to thaw completely beneath the heat of his gaze.“I want this, Alejandro,” I whispered, stepping closer until my chest brushed his dark vest. “I want you.”A breathless, stunning smile touched his lips

AvelineThe heavy silence inside the marble gazebo was suffocating.Seb didn't take another step forward, but his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the small silver pistol aligned with his chest.“You’re holding a gun at my heart, Bela,” Seb rasped, his voice rough, broken, and dangerously low.“I told you,” I replied, my hands remaining completely steady as I gripped the frame. “My name is Aveline. Step out of this gazebo, Sebastian.”Seb let out a ragged, bitter breath that hitched in his throat.The cold, unyielding Don who had ruled Milan with iron authority seemed to crack right before my eyes. He didn't reach for his sidearm. He didn't threaten to tear the villa apart.For the first time since I had known him, the lethal armor stripped away, leaving behind raw, bleeding agony.“I spent twelve months drowning in your empty grave,” Seb whispered, his chest heaving under his black tactical shirt.“I did not ask you to find me!” I shouted. “Don’t you get it, Seb? I faked my death a y

AvelineI STOOD in front of the full-length vanity mirror, my hands trembling as I adjusted the high collar of my beige silk blouse.My eyes were red, swollen from a night spent weeping into my pillow, but I had carefully layered foundation over my face to hide the pale exhaustion.I pulled the silk collar lower, staring at my reflection in the glass.Right below my collarbone sat a faint, reddish-purple bruise—a fresh mark left by Seb’s teeth two days ago when he pinned me against the rain-slicked conservatory glass.Every time I looked at it, a wave of nausea washed over me.The memory of last night burned like acid in my veins. I had pulled a gun on him in the garden two nights ago, declaring my independence.Yet, the moment he broke into my room and consumed me in the dark, my body had betrayed every single promise I had made to myself.I had kissed him back. I had sobbed his name into the quiet room, surrendering to the dark, toxic heat that had bound us together for seven years.