Stolen By A Sinner の小説・ストーリー

But if this was my place in his world, I needed to adjust. "You don't have to, dolcezza. I never intended to take away all of your innocence," he whispered gently. I smiled and shook my head. "That was done the day I signed those papers and agreed to be your submissive. My innocence left the moment I let you touch me... the moment I accepted you and everything you are. It was completely gone when you buried the angel and created the little devil in me," I whispered against his ear, letting my hand slide down to his waistline.

My vision blurred, but I saw it— A dark, irregular birthmark stretched along his arm. Unmistakable. A mark I could never forget. Sirens grew louder. His face was drained of color. His grip loosened. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, already pulling away. “I’m so sorry.” His hands slipped from mine. He ran. His footsteps vanished into the rain as darkness finally claimed me. The last thing I felt was the echo of his trembling touch.

Andrew's smile faltered too. "Alright, no need for that," Marie interjected, trying to smooth things over. "That would only make things awkward for everyone." Just then, a maid hurried in. "Mr. Scott! I found your watch under the bed. I've already put it back in its place." "Wait, so it was all a misunderstanding?" "He really doesn't seem like the type to steal. Something feels off..." The comments trickled in, dividing in their opinions. Elyssa looked visibly uncomfortable. She sent me another payment with a brief note.

"I thought he would change. I also saw you loved him so much, and I can't see you broken heart. And when I heard tiding that you two were married this year, I thought Ethan had changed. But I was wrong about it. He's having an affair with a girl who lives far from Seattle." Tabitha did not respond to what her good friends said. She can't blame anyone else for her broken heart and how Ethan betrayed her. A long time ago, it should be competent to see the truth, but Tabitha deeply falls into blind love instead. She adores Ethan and trusts him.

Yet call it his last wish, he wanted to once feel heaven on this earth,untill the day he gets dragged to hell. He wanted her to forgive him for his sins. And make him believe the quote he has always read "For even every saint has a past, and every sinner, a future." But again ,he was not just a sinner but a murderer aswell. A murderer of her soul and their unborn child. And we all know, murderers don't even find a place in hell. With these thoughts in his mind, he fell asleep despite the blood seeping down his arm. Numb to his pains,till the day he had his scarred beauty in his arms.

“ As I was saying, I had a little chat with him, and he begged to do one more job for us to buy your mercy.” “So what do you think, can it be bought?” I take a deep breath as I think about it. Is he really worth trusting? A man who took my trust for granted. A man who I helped so earnestly, went behind my back to try and steal from me. He was going to take my girl away and steal my goods too. Death felt like a pardon, and I did not want to pardon him. What would be worse than death? For a man who sought to steal my source of happiness?

Her smiles does not make me want to smile back. “I don’t want to do this anymore. Mama. Please.” I sound pathetic as I speak the pang of guilt filling me, I don’t want to steal anymore, I don’t want to lie, especially to Astrid. Doing this entire things make me sick. “Dear, it’s not called stealing if you are taking back what’s yours.” Her voice is sharp as she speaks. “They took what was ours; we are simply taking back what’s ours, besides. With this final masterpiece, our plan will work.”

"You all forgot who put you in those suits you wear so proudly. You thought you could take my money and run?" One tried to mumble something through his gag. I walked up to him, leaned down, and whispered, "Let me remind you what happens when you bite the hand that feeds." I picked up the pliers and went to work. You see, when you steal from me, you’re not just stealing money. You’re stealing loyalty. Brotherhood, Respect. And that shit, gentlemen, is worth blood. Now when you defile my orders, you get a taste of it.” I bent beside the loudest one. Stripped the tape from his mouth. He gasped, begging.

Your sins will find you out, and I will be there to watch you burn. ***