All Chapters of STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CARAI'd hovered by the door for almost an hour before I'd finally knocked at the door, sick with myself and the present reality I had somehow allowed myself to fall into with no way of escape in sight but I have had absolutely enough.No more hanging around.No more unanswered texts.No more secrets.Tonight, I was going to confront Boyce's face and pose the question I'd swallowed up for months — how long?How long was I going to keep being a secret? The mistress?, The bad one?The night chilled the air on my walk to his home, but anger heated me up. The trip out to his place was a blur in red brake lights and mourning. My fists were squeezed around the steering wheel until they ached. I repeated the lines back and forth in my mind, and with each recitation through, they faded away and croaked.When I finally reached his mansion, I saw Sin's car in the driveway — tidy, as always.Of course.I have no idea what the dynamics of their relationship were but yourself and your wife moving

JASSONBreakfast with the Moretti family was never ever just breakfast. It was a production in full gear. A circus. A war. A comedic soap opera—all of it taking place before nine a.m.And today? Today was crazy.I was half way through my scrambled eggs when my twin brother, Jaden, dropped the bomb on us."Only our mom," he said sarcastically, spearing his sausage unnecessarily, "is crazy enough to invite the woman our dad knocked up—now sleeping with her husband—to our house. Like, as a guest."The whole table broke into heaps of laughter.Mikhail almost choked on his orange juice. Steel stopped himself mid-gulp of coffee. Boyce concealed his hand against his temple as though cursing under his breath to any hovering saint willing to listen. Catalina smirked behind her glass of water as if she was a seasoned expert at this type of drama.And Mom—Sin—sat quietly, nicely with calmness as if she wasn't the author of the present circus, quietly unruffled, cutting into her pancake as thoug

MIKHAILSteel's home has lost its sanity no doubt because it's the only sensible explanation that can be offered for Sin's madness.Totally, entirely, beyond redemption—insane.I came in for coffee and peace. That’s it. A single cup. Perhaps a peaceful morning meal. However, instead?Cara was at the dining table, barefoot and clad in Boyce’s T-shirt, serving pancakes to the twins as if she had been here forever. Sin occupied the head of the table, her large belly prominent beneath the silk robe, drinking orange juice and acting as if this was entirely usual.And Steel—unfortunate soul—was merely sitting there, jaw clenched, leafing through the morning newspaper as if he hadn’t lost grip on his own residence.I paused at the entrance, arms crossed. “Alright. I require someone—anyone—to clarify for me what type of family sitcom I’ve just entered.”Catalina, with her mischievous heart, didn’t bother to glance up. “Good morning to you as well, Mikhail.”"This isn’t dawn." “This feels like

STEELThe scent of rain and coffee filled the house. Sin was in the living room, partly covered with blankets, her round belly elevated like a queen on a throne looking completely savage, fierce, turbulent, as if she were ignited from within by equal measures of flame and fatigue.Jason had just entered, still in his hospital scrubs, smiling like someone who believed he could save the world.“Sin,” he remarked, placing his keys on the table. “You sounded urgent?”“Yeah,” she replied, leaning her head in his direction. “Take a seat.”I stood on the other side of the room, observing, only partly focused on her slight smirk — that expression she has right before revealing something I’ll surely dislike.Jason complied, taking a seat opposite her. "How's it going?"Sin gazed directly at me and spoke as if she were placing a lunch order. "You are taking my delivery."Jason winked. “Pardon?”My coffee almost flew out of my cup. "Excuse me?"Sin offered me a tranquil, lethal grin. "You heard

STEELI can't remember how I exited the vehicle.In one moment, everything was racing by — headlights glaring, rain pounding on the windshield, Jason yelling something I couldn’t catch — and in the next moment I found myself under the hospital’s floodlights, looking at the ground.In the blood.It flowed in heavy currents over the pavement, diluted by the rain, gathering around the motionless figure before me.Sheriff Valor.My father, her dad.The man I promised to safeguard because he once said to me, “If you love my daughter, love her openly. "Don't leave her to figure it out."And now he has left."Steel!" Jason's voice suddenly came from behind me. “Civilians are inside, Sin is in the delivery room, and Rustov’s men—”I missed the remaining words.All that I heard was the rumble of thunder, the wailing sirens, and the gentle sound of my heart shattering.As I stepped inside, the turmoil engulfed me like a tsunami. Nurses yelling. Crew members of mine yelling in response. Everyone