All Chapters of STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CATALINAGrief has a way of making silence so loud.The home—typically bursting with disorder, joy, and Sin’s unfiltered voice—seemed empty now. Each tick of the clock echoed like a hammer. Each breath feels like a proclamation that remains unspoken: He’s gone.Sheriff Valor.Her dad.I had never witnessed Sin being quiet for such an extended period.And that frightened me more than any gun battle, more than any enemy.I entered the living room where the family was assembled.Mikhail reclined near the window, one hand resting on his chin, gazing outward as if the world needed to justify itself to him. Knox was walking back and forth, phone in hand, attempting to maintain order. The twins were murmuring to one another, too scared to voice anything above what their sorrow permitted.Amid everything—Sin lounged on the couch, a blanket draped over her shoulders, the baby dozing in her embrace.Dear God..She hadn’t uttered a sound since they returned from the hospital two days earlier.St

DAMIANI had witnessed bloodshed previously.Indeed, I had created a sufficient amount of it in my life to overflow a river.However, this occasion… This occasion seemed off.Valour's demise wasn’t intended to occur in that manner.And still, here I stood, walking back and forth in my study like a trapped creature, the sound of that gunshot resonating in my mind, fully aware of who had fired the weapon.Rustov.That lunatic. That frosty, dazzling, insane scoundrel.I filled a glass for myself, hands shaking even after years of practicing stillness. The golden liquid twisted in the glass like remorse, reflecting the light of the lamp.I had cautioned him. I had instructed him to remain still for the time being. Yet Rustov was never known for his patience.And what now? The whole Moretti estate was overwhelmed with sorrow—and I, the old wolf hidden from view, observed my son crumble over the loss of a man who had regarded him as a son and burn with vengeance.The knock came late—too gen

JADENThe aroma of scorched espresso lingered in the atmosphere, intense and acrid like the morning itself.I positioned myself in the corner booth of Luciano’s Diner, the same spot I would secretly escape to when Mom punished me during high school. Funny— the identical worn leather chair, the same shaky buzz of the ancient coffee maker, yet everything felt alien now.Not with Sheriff Valour’s service taking place in three hours.Not with Rustov’s men still roaming the city as if it belonged to them.And certainly not with Kane just ten feet away, acting like he didn’t notice me.I slowly stirred my coffee, the spoon tapping the porcelain like a ticking clock. Kane was Rustov’s trusted aide — his enforcer. The person who issued commands when Rustov preferred not to soil his own hands. At that moment, the bulldog enjoyed bacon and eggs as if it wasn’t the very morning we were burying my grandfather.The audacity.He donned that foolish dark suit, gold chain shining beneath his collar,

JASSON Sorrow alters the atmosphere within a home every time, leaving everything dry and detached. It causes the walls to feel overly constricted, the silence excessively profound, the footsteps too intense. Following Grandpa Valour's funeral, the Moretti mansion no longer felt like home—it felt like a memorial home with the previous life and enthusiasm of the house gone, save for Majesty whom we all fawn over continuously. Steel hadn't spoken much throughout the day. Sin was more silent than the dull weather, Majesty was the sole sound that connected us to reality—her gentle whimpers, her minuscule breaths.Everyone else was… struggling in their own manner.Perhaps that's the reason I went ahead and did it. Perhaps I simply couldn't endure the quiet any longer. Or perhaps I noticed two forlorn faces in the rain and wondered, why not offer someone else the opportunity my father received?They were stationed by the gates when I returned that evening.The teenager, Malik, appeared t

CARAIt’s amusing how four years can go by and still seem like a dream you’re attempting to escape. Everything appeared so… flawless. Excessively flawless, in my opinion. The chandeliers sparkled like trapped fireworks above the grand hall, tables adorned in gentle gold, and white roses exuding a scent of wealth and dominance. Mikhail was about to get married.And not merely to anyone—Angela. The gentle, overly kind, softly speaking physician with eyes as if she had never encountered suffering before. She moved gracefully through the room in her refined simplicity, smiling at all as if she were unaware of the murmurs.I lingered at the corner, observing Majesty—Sin’s small whirlwind—ordering around individuals twice her height. “No, no, no!” she exclaimed, her small hands on her waist as she confronted the decorator. "I said that the ribbons belong there, not over there!" Auntie Angela enjoys symmetry! "Are you aware of what symmetry means?"The decorator stumbled over words regarding