All Chapters of UNHOLY DIARY : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Aurora’s POVThe moment I heard my mom's voice, my heart leaped into my throat.Shit.When did she return?"Thought you said she went out with your dad?" I instantly pulled away from him.“She did,” Albert said, nodding too fast as he scrambled to pull up his trousers.“Aurora?” My mother’s voice was closer now, just right outside my door.Panic surged through me. She couldn’t see Albert here. She’d lose her mind. She'd think all the negative thoughts thinkable."Go." I whispered urgently as I stood, reaching for my bathrobe. "Inside the bathroom."“What?” He froze, eyes wide."Now." I hissed.He didn’t argue. He tiptoed into the bathroom just as I shrugged into the robe. My fingers fumbled with the tie. Just as I managed to knot it, the door to my room swung open."Mom." I stood stiffly, forcing a smile. "Hi."My heart was pounding so loud I was afraid she might hear it.Her eyes swept over me, then the room, brows arching with suspicion."Where's Albert?""Ummm…" My mind scrambled.

Aurora's POVBy the time Albert reluctantly retreated to his room, dusk had already begun to settle in. Mom still hadn’t returned. Neither had Dad.A reckless part of me wished they wouldn’t, not yet. If they stayed away just a little longer, Albert and I would have all the stolen time in the world. Time that felt dangerously precious.I lay back on my bed soon after he left, staring up at the ceiling while the ghost of his touch lingered on my skin, warm and impossible to ignore.The way he had whispered my name, low and heated, like a secret he wasn’t supposed to know. The way he’d held me, as if I belonged to him, as if forever was something he could claim with just a look. The trail of his kisses still burned in my memory, etched into every place his lips had touched.And God… I wished it hadn’t ended.I wished I wouldn’t have to return to L.A. and pretend none of this had ever happened, pretend that my heart hadn’t been shaken to its core.I pushed myself off the bed, suddenly aw

Winfred’s POV I hadn’t even finished my usual morning distance when Lucy, my secretary, called—far too late—to tell me I had an important meeting she’d somehow forgotten to put on my calendar. I sighed at her carelessness, ended the call without another word, and turned the jog toward home. As I climbed the staircase toward my room, my gaze drifted automatically toward the kitchen. Roxanne was inside, moving around breakfast with quiet efficiency. I rarely complimented her out loud, but there was no denying it—she was competent, exceptional even. And beyond that, she was beautiful in a way that lingered under the skin. Quietly seductive. Her sexiness wasn’t loud or obvious; it was the kind that settled in your gut and refused to leave. The way her duty clothes clung to every soft curve made wanting her almost unbearable. More than once I’d caught myself imagining that blonde hair spilled across my sheets, her voice soft and breathless as she whispered my name while I fucked her sl

Winfred's POVAt work, I could barely concentrate. My thoughts kept drifting back to Roxanne, her effortless beauty, the graceful curves of her body, the memory of how she’d felt in my arms. It lingered in my mind, distracting and vivid.Who would’ve thought my quiet, efficient cook was hiding something so intoxicating beneath that calm exterior?The realization left me restless, and far more distracted than I cared to admit.When work finally wrapped up for the day, I slid into my car and drove home, my thoughts fixed on her, and my body craving hers again.I pulled into the driveway and stepped out, briefcase in one hand while the other loosened my tie out of habit.The house was unusually quiet when I walked in.Normally, she’d be there, waiting. She’d greet me the moment I stepped through the door and take my briefcase from my hand.But now… nothing.The silence stretched.Had she gone out?The stillness of the house confirmed my suspicion. Normally, the air would be thick with th

Sienna’s POV“Feel free and dance. It’s my birthday for heaven’s sake, not a funeral!” Yvonne shouted over the pounding music, her fingers lacing with mine as she tugged me closer to the center of the room.“I am trying,” I said, though my stiff movements betrayed me. The bass vibrated through the floor,crawling up my legs and settling uncomfortably in my chest. I tried to mirror her rhythm, but it felt like I was wearing someone else’s skin, too tight, too loud, too wrong.Yvonne had never understood that some people didn’t thrive in chaos.“C’mon, don’t act so stiff and awkward,” she laughed, finally letting go of my hands. “I didn’t drag you all the way here so you could stare at everyone like a robot.”“I know,” I groaned, rolling my shoulders as if that might loosen the knot sitting between them. “You know partying isn’t my thing. I’m only here because of you.”“Yes, baby,” she said, swaying back toward me, her grin wide and reckless. This time, she placed my hands on her waist,