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What sin had I committed? ***

She wiped my tears and gave me a tender smile, “I have seen the way he looks at you, I know he’s into you… trust me, you can revenge on him by making him believe that you can fall in love with him too,” "B...But, I can't... I can't love a man who kills, rapes, sins without acknowledging, I can't ever love him," I hiccupped again, my chest blocked with anxiety. If he could kill anyone, he would kill me too, as easily as blowing the dust away from the tip of his fingers.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

He called it a mistake, and I felt angry at myself for living on it and wanting more from it. I choked in my throat at how stuffed the room had become since his confession. I didn’t want him to see what happened as a mistake. It wasn’t a mistake, at least not for me. “You make it sound like it’s your greatest sin.” He looked up at me, his eyes filled with pain and regret. “It is my greatest sin, Elle. It should never have happened. You’re my best friend’s daughter, and I shouldn’t have gotten myself into that in the first place.”

“And you say this entire society is wrong and you are correct? Oh God! What the hell that pervert did to you? He brainwashed you. What you are doing is a sin.” “Sin? I am committing a sin? There are people, who are laughing at others sadness. People, who are torturing innocent lives and happily live among others but no one is spreading as hatred on them as you are spreading on people like me. Even I used to laugh seeing the people whom I dislike in pain but you never said it was wrong, as a sin. Those are considered as sins, dad. Loving someone, who makes us smile, who adores us, who gives their life for us is not a sin. Love is not a sin.”

Going through each storm and each of the nine circles of our hell, building a new layer for us and our perversions. Is this a way to love? How do you love someone? How do you love it? None of the thousand voices running through my mind can hide how delicious sin is, embrace each of the crooked lines I've found hidden under every scar branded in my soul, anxiety is a cruel bitch, creating wicked fantasies to be brought down by the wrecking ball named Giacomo Costello. I inflated my chest lovingly remembering the flames taking over the prison he lived in for so long, finally accepting the destiny traced from the cradle to be his, to welcome each of his pieces, each of the faces of his lies, an

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

She deadpanned, irking me. "Oh, please, you got me all the material things, and I appreciate it, but where was the love? The time? The care? You only think about work, work, work! Neglecting my feelings as if I'm some type of toy!" I snap back, foaming in anger. I saw pain flash in her eyes. Listen, I know you did your best as a mother, and sincerely, I am thankful for that. I'm not an ingrate. I appreciate everything you have done for me sincerely; you are the best."

There’s no way I would feel like this out of pity. However, loving her was a graver sin than pitying her. With the responsibility placed upon me, I couldn’t afford to fall in love with someone

I place one of Nate's earpieces on, and start his music app, setting it to the song Control, by Zoe. He had made a list of songs on his app so I could listen to them when I felt too overwhelmed. It seemed like a good time to listen to it right now. I closed my eyes, resting my head on his shoulder as I listened to the song. 🎶🎶'Don't know if you get it 'cause I can't express how thankful I am That you were always with me when it hurts, I know that you'd understand I don't wanna lose control Nothing I can do anymore