Night Sins Guilty As Sin Tami Hoag の小説・ストーリー

I felt the lie I was about to live settle into place. “Long night?” she asked. “Yeah. Client ran over.” I leaned down and kissed her forehead. The gesture felt automatic and hollow. “I need a shower.” Under the hot water I braced both hands against the tile and let the guilt come. Sophie trusted me. She trusted Ava. I had taken that trust and used it to get her best friend underneath me. The knowledge sat like acid in my stomach. It did not make me wish I had stayed home. That was the part that scared me most.

I didn’t even know how to take care of a child back then. I had worked while raising her. It was only when she turned four that she finally started listening to me. So maybe God could spare for all the lies and forgive me for it. “Then I should go,” I said awkwardly, pointing toward the door to escape this guilt torture. “And call Aljun and Inna to join me with my plans today." He nodded, pulling his hand away from my face and standing straight. I stood as well, facing him head on. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I’m actually the one at fault here. I lied about not remembering what happened that night. It was wrong and the way I treated you after was horrible. I'm really sorry."

“Careful what you wish for, Roxy. Once you get a taste of this life… it’s hard to go back.” I came around Damian’s cock, pulling him over the edge with me. He spilled deep inside, mixing with the others, marking me in his own way. Afterward, they let us have a moment. The four men cleaned me gently, brought water, wrapped me in a soft robe. Damian held me close on the bed, his arms tight like he was afraid I’d slip away. But as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I knew the truth. This wedding night hadn’t just taken my innocence.

Instinctively, I shuffled backward until my back hit the bed frame. It had been five days since he discovered my infidelity, and I hadn’t had a single moment of peace since. On the very first night, at midnight, he slipped into my room while I lay passed out on the floor and beat me with a wooden stick. He hit me so hard I blacked out for twelve hours. When I woke up, a private doctor was there to treat my wounds and administer painkillers. He was a quiet, old man that was around Edward’s age.

There was no Father John to taunt me and no one to look at me with that knowing gaze. I curled myself up in my bed. My eyes lingered longer than usual on the Ceiling until they became blurry. The faint sound of children laughing outside, the faded echoes of footsteps, bells chiming. Each time I closed my eyes, I was there again. Standing helplessly, his hands gripping the back of my neck, his breath fanning my cheeks as he whispered. “You were born in sin Simon, but I will cleanse you of that sin.” I turned my face burying it into the pillow, trying to shake off the memory.

Chapter 15 The Edges of Silence Leila’s POV --- The note was still in my hand when the clock ticked past midnight. They were just five words….”Don’t trust either of them”, that was all. The handwriting was unmistakable like Damian’s looping script, heavy on the D, the t slashed sharper than it needed to be. I’d seen it on grocery lists, scrawled across envelopes, the margin notes of books he borrowed and never returned even my fingers knew it before my brain did.

Stefan rolled up his sleeves as he said, “I can’t believe we had a snitch among us!” Do Yoon cast his gaze downward, his hands trembling. He knew Sebastian wouldn’t forgive him. Over the past two years, he has been exposed to the brutal killings of those who betray his trust. He was certain that today would be his last day. The only way Sebastian will forgive him is if he puts a bullet in his head. Do Yoon’s heart raced as the door swung open. Nervously, he lifted his gaze and saw Sebastian approaching him, his expression full of gloom. Taking a seat, he positioned himself in front of him, locking eyes with him.

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.

"You know what happens at those parties, don't you?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm a big girl, Dillon." "Oh, you are now, huh?" He walked up to me and stared down at me like I was a kid. "I think I might join you." I laughed. "You won't make it five minutes in there before someone kicks you out." He and Asher did not get along. They were sworn enemies and every time they were in the same room together, blood was spilled. I'm not entirely sure why, but I had once heard a rumor that Asher had slept with Dillon's now ex-girlfriend; at least that's what I heard. It wouldn't surprise me, though, and I didn't give two shits.

He had that cocky stare but when he looked at me, he had a guilty stare that made him look away. “I'm so…s…ss…sorry, p…please, forgive…me.” The man before him trembled as he pleads and bite his thumb, chewing it as he vibrated with every move. He continued the act continuously five more times and turned to stare at Draven with a pleading eyes. “Your thumb isn't off!” He said coldly and he cried. “Please., please spare me whoever you are, I'm begging.” “Cut the the thumb off, waste another second, your middle finger goes next!” Draven ordered and he shook in dread, leading his thumb to his mouth and giving a hard but that made his bone cracked and blood sputtered.