All Chapters of STEEL'S CURVY SIN & SECRETS: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

MALIKI never imagined I'd refer to another person as mother.Yet, following four years beneath Sin's care, after all she did for us — after providing me a life beyond mere survival — it unintentionally escaped one day.“Sleep well, Mom.”That night, she smiled gently, both soft and sorrowful. "You don't need to address me that way, Malik.""I wish to," I had said. And I truly meant it.But tonight… that term carried weight. Tainted.Keith remained in the hospital, Majesty had not said a word since the shooting, and Sin had been awake for two days. Each part of the house was quiet, uneasy — the sort of quiet that sent chills down your spine.What about Nyla?She was walking back and forth in her room like a trapped wolf.I lingered by the door for a while before I eventually entered. “We should discuss this.”She halted abruptly, pivoting quickly. Her eyes were bloodshot, frantic, her hair tangled. “Oh, what’s happening?” Did you come to be with the others? "Accuse me as well?"“Accus

JASSONTwo days had passed since the shot was fired. Two days have passed since Majesty’s cry pierced the air like a siren, since Keith fell to the ground bleeding, since Sin remained motionless, pale and trembling, gazing at the gun still smoking in her daughter’s small hand.It has been two days since Nyla went missing.However, I found her.I always find them.She was hidden away in a low-cost motel on the outskirts of town, completely devoid of life. She wasn't anticipating my arrival. It was evident from the way her eyes grew larger when she opened the door and found me there.“Jasson?” she murmured, gripping the hem of her robe. “What are you—”“Put your clothes on,” I interrupted her, entering without waiting for an invitation. "We need to talk."Her face became stern, yet she refrained from disagreeing. She walked through the room slowly and intentionally, as if challenging me to become impatient. I did not. Not as of now.Once she settled on the bed, arms folded and chin rais

MIKHAILI should’ve realized something was wrong the instant Sin requested a “private family meeting.”Sin avoids “private family gatherings.” She conducts ambushes, interrogations, and sometimes brunch with a touch of sarcasm. Yet this? Everyone was extraordinarily silent.We were at one of her secure residences—her “discreet spots” as she refers to them. It’s a transparent-walled stronghold by the water, accompanied by a silence that weighs on your ears. Adrian leaned against the window, arms crossed, with tension throughout his body. The twins—Jasson and Jaden—were seated next to each other on the couch, their eyes flickering among everyone as if observing a ticking bomb. Boyce and Cara were seated at the room's far end, and I swear, even the atmosphere around them seemed dense.Catalina positioned herself alongside Melissa besides me, her hand intertwined with mine. I wasn't sure if it was for solace or control. Steel held Majesty in his arms while Keith and Knox sat quietly besid

MELISSAThere are just three things in this world that can trigger an instant migraine for me: outstanding bills, individuals who claim “I’ll be there in five minutes” while still in the shower, and weddings where Sin is part of the planning.What's on the agenda for today? I possessed all three.It was the wedding day of Mikhail and Angela—stunning, classy, and costly enough to purchase a small island. Everything appeared as if it had been taken straight from a magazine layout: crystal chandeliers, white roses, champagne fountains, and a string quartet that had been practicing since dawn.What truly had me at the back of the church muttering curses quietly was not the decoration.It was Majesty.Four years old, tiara resting proudly on her curly hair, pink tutu billowing like an instrument of chaos. She proclaimed herself Flower Queen (not girl, never girl) and was presently directing the real bridesmaids as if they were her employees.“Majesty, dear,” I shouted, kneeling down. “Darl

JADENI swear, I hadn't even finished my damn champagne when someone yelled that Sin was missing.“Disappeared” — as in lost, similar to a magician’s act that misfires.The music stopped abruptly. Visitors stood still. Steel's complexion turned ashen, as if death had personally sought him out. Mikhail’s new wife seemed moments from collapsing, and Majesty began shouting, “Where’s Mommy?!” as she tugged at the edge of her flower girl dress.And I?I simply exhaled.I placed my glass on the table and remarked the most rational thing anyone could express in such a moment:“Worrying is an ineffective use of energy.”Everyone glanced at me as if I had sprouted horns.Steel's gaze pierced through me. “What in the world did you just say?”I reclined in my seat, locking one leg over the other, as my mother always taught me that drama thrives on attention. "I mentioned that panicking is futile." Two outcomes will occur — either the abductor ends up dead, or he returns her himself after she dri