All Chapters of SILENT SINS: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Alex waited until the three of them were alone in the study after dinner. He stood with the same controlled posture his father used, phone in hand, the screen already open to the analytics dashboard that had been managed for him since the account’s creation.“I’m eighteen,” he said. “The page has twenty million followers. You both built it. I’m asking for the login and the full admin rights. I can handle the content from here.”Kai leaned back in the leather chair, studying his son the way he studied every asset that carried the family name. The numbers were clean—twenty million on Alex’s account, fifteen million on Lucas’s, eighteen million on Lila’s. Years of careful grooming, coordinated posts, strategic collaborations, and the relentless soft power of the Lennox brand had produced those figures. Handing over control was not a small decision.Elara sat opposite, the residual ache from earlier days still present beneath her clothes, the emptiness from the gender-day separation still

The reservation had been made three days earlier under Elara’s name, a private corner table at a restaurant that still treated the Lennox circle with the kind of discretion money usually purchased. Jade and Mia arrived twenty minutes late and already carrying the particular stiffness of people who had debated whether to come at all. The W******p group chat that had once held over two decades of voice notes, outfit checks, quiet panic, and sharp laughter now sat with over a hundred unread messages from the two of them—invitations, check-ins, screenshots of old photos, the slow accumulation of being left on read.Jade spoke first, before the menus even landed. “You only surface when it suits you. Over ten years and suddenly we’re the ones who have to clear our schedules for a table you decide you need.”Mia nodded, arms folded. “We almost didn’t come. The chat looks like a graveyard of us trying.”Elara felt the defensive heat rise immediately. “I’ve had things. The children. The house.

Raphaël did not ask questions on the street. He simply opened the black umbrella, stepped close enough that the rain no longer reached her, and settled his own jacket around her shoulders in one smooth motion. The fabric still held his warmth and the faint scent of clean skin and kitchen herbs. Elara’s body was shaking hard enough that her teeth clicked. He guided her toward a dark, unmarked car parked half a block away, opened the passenger door, and waited until she was inside before walking around to the driver’s side. The umbrella closed with a soft, final snap.The drive out of the city was quiet. Rain sheeted across the windshield. Raphaël kept his eyes on the road and his hands at the correct positions on the wheel. Elara sat curled in the oversized jacket, wet dress clinging, every fresh bruise and cut pulsing in time with the wipers. She did not ask where they were going. She only watched the expensive streets give way to wider roads, then to the darker, less curated edges of

Morning arrived soft and gray as usual. It rained all night and it had finally stopped, leaving the courtyard outside Raphaël’s apartment washed clean and the air carrying the faint mineral scent of wet pavement that Elara enjoyed in a weird way. Elara woke to the low sound of him moving in the kitchen—water running, the quiet clink of ceramic, the soft scrape of a chair. Her body still held the memory of the previous afternoon: the slow, devastating way he had taken her, the careful strength, the way he had watched her face as if memorizing every shift of pleasure. The smile that she had fallen asleep with lingered at the edges of her mouth until the phone on the nightstand began to vibrate.Her mom’s name filled the screen.Elara sat up, pulled the sheet higher, and answered on speaker without thinking. Raphaël appeared in the doorway at the first ring, dish towel in one hand, and stayed there when he realized the call was already live.“Mum...”The sound that came through the speake

Raphaël returned to the tower at the exact hour stipulated in his contract. The staff entrance accepted his codes without issue. The lower corridors smelled the same—polished stone, distant coffee, the faint metallic note of the service elevators. He carried nothing but the small bag he always brought back from leave and the private knowledge of the woman still sleeping in his apartment on the outskirts. The week had changed him. The careful orphan who measured every risk now walked the same halls with an anger that had no safe outlet and a loyalty that no longer belonged solely to the payroll.Protocol required him to present himself to Kai before resuming kitchen duties. He took the private staff elevator to the upper floor and knocked once on the study door.“Enter.”Kai sat behind the wide desk, tablet open, expression unreadable. As Raphaël stepped inside, the connecting door to the side sitting room opened and Annabelle emerged, uniform slightly askew, fingers still smoothing the