โ ๏ธ๐บ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บโ ๏ธ
[๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ]
๐๐ฒ, ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉต
๐๐๐’๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โผ๏ธ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐: ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฅ
My name is Ixora.
The abandoned daughter of Harrison Brownโs first wife.
In my family, I was nothing more than a tool.
After my mother left when I was only two years old, my father remarried. My stepmotherโKiaraโgave birth to two daughtersโAdeline and Gwen.
Every mistake my younger sisters made somehow became mine. Even when I wasnโt there, I was always blamed.
To my father, I was nothing but a burden. Trash abandoned to him.
I was alone.
Completely alone in this world.
I could barely remember my mother, nor did I know where to find her.
Even though I attended the same school, Summer College, with my sisters, I rarely showed my face because they warned me not to.
I spoke to no one.
Made no friends.
I was always alone.
And Summer College?
A prestigious school meant only for wealthy families like ours.
But that wealth was never truly mine.
Despite everythingโฆ
There was only one person who stood by me.
My boyfriend, Aiden.
The only person I could lean on.
Our relationship was a secret. At home and in college, we acted like strangers while secretly loving each other behind closed doors.
Or maybeโฆ
That was only what a naive girl like me believed.
Until the day I found Aiden with my sister, Adeline.
Making out right in front of me.
Broken and furious, I ended up spending the night with an another man tooโฆ giving him my innocence.
Not just any man.
Not a stranger.
But my second sister Gwenโs Fiancรฉ.
Sin.
A man everyone simply called Sin.
And nowโฆ
Iโm tangled with my step-sisterโs fiancรฉ.
Stuck between sin, betrayal, and a dangerous attraction I can no longer escape.
Curious to know what happens next?
Then come along with me on this sinful ride.
_____
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โ ๏ธ๐บ๐๐๐๐
๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐บโ ๏ธ
[๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ]
๐๐ฒ, ๐๐๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐๐ฉต
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ 1&2
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๐๐๐๐๐’๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ7:00๐๐
๐๐๐๐๐’๐ ๐๐๐๐
Kiara burst through the door with such force that it slammed against the wall, the sound echoing like a gunshot.
Her eyes immediately landed on Ixora, still curled up in bed, lost in what little sleep she could steal.
“This useless, dirty thing still has the guts to crawl back into bed?” Kiara muttered under her breath, her voice low and venomous at first, like a storm gathering strength.
Her gaze swept the room hungrily until it locked onto the full mug of water on the bedside table. Her expression darkened, cold fury replacing irritation as her fingers tightened around the handle.
Without a word, she strode forward and emptied the entire water over Ixora in one ruthless splash.
The shock of icy water jolted Ixora awake.
She gasped sharply, bolting upright, her heart slamming violently against her ribs.
Water streamed down her face, soaking her hair and nightdress, clinging coldly to her skin.
For a split second, confusion clouded her mindโthen dread crashed in as her wide, terrified eyes met Kiaraโs dark, merciless stare.
“Maโam…” Ixoraโs voice came out small and trembling.
“What the hell are you still doing on the bed, you Bรฎtch? You slut!” Kiara barked, her irritation exploding into full rage.
She threw the empty mug with vicious force. It struck Ixora square on the forehead with a sickening thud, before dropping and rolling back to the floor.
Ixora cried out, clutching the spot instantly. Warm blood trickled through her fingers, mixing with the cold water.
Pain bloomed sharply, but it was the familiar sting of humiliation that made her eyes well up with hot tears. This wasnโt new. Yet each time, the wound cut deeper.
Kiaraโs face only twisted further with fury, her chest heaving. “I asked you a question, Bรฎtch!”
“Maโam, I… I finished all the morning chores. I just came back to rest a little before college,” Ixora explained, her voice breaking.
“Did you even hear yourself? You think youโre done?” Kiaraโs voice rose, sharp and accusatory. “Your sisters are downstairs in the dining room waiting for you to serve them breakfast. Have you forgotten every single one of your duties?”
“Iโm sorry, Maโ”
“Sorry for your Bรฎtch mother, not me!” Kiara cut her off furiously.
Ixora sniffed, fighting back the sobs threatening to spill over.
“Now get down from there and go attend to your sisters,” Kiara commanded.
Ixora nodded quickly and slid off the bed.
“Wait.” Kiara instantly muttered.
Ixora turned back, heart sinking.
“Are you really planning to go serve my daughters looking like that? In those wet clothes?” Kiara asked slowly, her fists clenching at her sides, the anger simmering hotter.
Ixora swallowed hard and nodded hesitantly.
Kiaraโs eyes widened with explosive rage, as if Ixora had committed murder.
Before Ixora could react, Kiaraโs palm cracked across her face.
Not once, but twice.
The force sent Ixora stumbling backward. She lost her balance and crashed to the floor, her vision blurring from the stinging pain.
Her cheek burned fiercely. For a moment, she could only sit there frozen, gripping her face in shock as the world spun.
“Get out! Go change that d@mn dress!” Kiara screamed like a woman possessed.
Trembling uncontrollably, Ixora scrambled to her wardrobe, grabbed the first oversized dress her fingers touched, and fled into the bathroom.
Kiara yanked her by the hair before she could fully escape inside.
“You’re so dumb, my goodness,” she hissed under her breath. “Iโm going to kill you one day. Then maybe Iโll finally breathe properly.” She released her roughly, making her swamped inside fully.
Then she slammed the door on her coldly.
“You have exactly five minutes to meet me downstairs. Five minutes! One second later, and youโre dead!” she shouted before storming out and slamming the bedroom door behind herself.
Inside the bathroom, Ixora collapsed against the door. She pulled her knees tightly to her chest, burying her tear-streaked face between them.
Her full Brรซ@ลกts made it even harder to breathe as she curled into herself, sobbing quietly. The weight of exhaustion and despair pressed down on her coldly.
When would this suffering end??
She was so tired. Bone-deep tired. But it wouldnโt end, would it? Not unless she died.
Now death felt like the only prayer worth whispering to her.
She woke every day at 4 a.m. to finish all the household chores before college.
No maidsโ they had refused to hire any. Why would they, when they had her?
She cleaned, cooked, and washed everyoneโs clothes, alone.
Saturdays and Sundays, meant for rest, became forty-eight hours of endless labor for her. Her father didnโt care. Her stepsisters certainly didnโt.
Because of them, she was only allowed to wear long gowns, oversized skirts, and baggy clothes that completely hid her figure.
They h@tรซd how she lookedโfull Brรซ@ลกts, shapely backside, and undeniable beauty. So they buried it.
“๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฎ๐ญ๐๐ฌ”
Kiaraโs threat rang in her head.
Ixora shot up in panic, stripping off her wet clothes with shaking hands.
One minute late for real, and she would be dead for sure.
โ
Downstairs in the dining room, Gwen and Adeline sat with their legs crossed elegantly under the table, scrolling through their phones.
The covered dishes in front of them remained untouchedโa deliberate sign that they were waiting for their personal servant.
In the living room, Harrison sat absorbed in his newspapers, glasses perched on his nose.
A large radio played the news beside him while the massive television displayed another channel.
That was Harrisonโnews from morning till night. Both home and office.
He wore a crisp white shirt with black trousers, his suit jacket resting neatly on the couch beside him. A cup of hot black coffee steamed gently on the table before him.
Kiara stormed down the stairs, fury radiating off her.
“Honey, Iโm honestly going to kill that bastard child of yours one day!” she spat, dropping onto the seat beside him. “You wonโt believe she was actually sleeping while keeping our princesses waiting.”
“I donโt have any problem with you killing her, you know,” Harrison replied flatly, eyes never leaving his paper.
Kiaraโs frown deepened, irritation flaring.
“But once sheโs dead,” he continued calmly, “the household chores become yours. Iโm not wasting my money on maids. And no one in this house will get any eitherโbecause all the money you people spend is mine.”
Kiaraโs fists clenched until her knuckles turned white. Exactly what she had expected him to say as always.
“Are you supporting her again?” she shouted.
“Woman, donโt disturb my peace, please,” Harrison muttered.
He stood up, gathering his newspapers and radio, and headed upstairs without another glance.
“Honey!” Kiara called after him, but he didnโt turn. Her jaw tightened in silent rage.
As Harrison reached the last flight of stairs, he crossed paths with Ixora. His eyes flicked briefly over the fresh wound on her forehead, her swollen, red face and tear-filled eyes.
Then he looked away and walked past her as if she were invisible.
Ixora quickly wiped her tears and sniffed, swallowing the fresh wave of pain.
“What are you waiting for, slut? Come down hereโmy daughters are waiting!” Kiaraโs sharp voice made her flinch violently.
Ixora rushed downstairs immediately.
The moment Gwen and Adeline saw her, satisfied smirks spread across their faces.
All her clothes had been chosen by themโdeliberately oversized to hide every curve. They exchanged a knowing glance and snickered.
“Such a dumb @$$,” Gwen muttered.
Adeline nodded, laughing softly under her breath.
They heard Kiara bark at Ixora again and burst into quiet laughter.
Ixora reached them quickly and began serving without meeting their eyes, her hands trembling slightly.
They noticed the fresh red mark on her cheek, forehead and smirked with dark pleasure.
Kiara had already gone upstairs to continue her argument with Harrison, at that time.
As Ixora leaned forward to add hot stew to Gwenโs rice, Gwen deliberately lifted her glass of water, knocking it into Ixoraโs hand. The chicken lap and stew slipped, splashing hot liquid across Ixoraโs face.
“Ahh!” Ixora winced in pain, clutching her eyes as the burning stew stung them.
She stumbled blindly, knocking into furniture as she tried to find her way to the kitchen.
Gwen and Adeline burst into loud laughter, watching her struggle into the kitchen finally.
“Youโre crazy for real,” Adeline said, still chuckling.
“She irritated me, you know. The Fuรงk,” Gwen rolled her eyes and returned to her phone.
“Same here,” Adeline agreed, laughing as she began eating.
Gwen opened her chat with [๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐โค๏ธโ๐ฅ]and typed:
[๐๐๐๐ฒ, ๐๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ? ๐ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐.]She bit her lip anxiously, waiting. The reply came quickly:
[๐๐๐ง ๐ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ’๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ค๐ฒ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ‘๐๐๐๐ฒ’ ๐๐จ๐ซ?]Gwenโs lips pressed tightly between her teeth until she tasted blood.
[๐’๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐. ๐๐๐ง ๐ฐ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐๐ข๐ง?] [๐๐.] [๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ฌ๐, ๐๐ข๐ง.] [๐๐๐ฑ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ค ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ. ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐.]Tears rolled down Gwenโs cheeks immediately.
Adeline, who had been watching, sighed sadly. “I told you. You should have disturbed Father more and gotten married to that playboy quickly so you could tie him down forever. Heโs insane.”
Gwen dropped her phone, sniffing. “Please, letโs convince Father together. Iโll tell Mom whatโs going on too,” she pleaded, eyes desperate.
Adeline nodded and pulled her into a hug, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. “Donโt worry. You have his ring on your finger. Heโs yours no matter what.”
Gwen nodded weakly and lifted her hand, staring at the sparkling diamond engagement ring.
Their engagement had lasted over a year with no wedding in sight. Every time she or her mother and sister brought it up with their father, the answer was the same: Itโs not yet time.
And speaking directly to Sin? Impossible.
For the past year, he only called when he wanted her body. To the world, they were the perfect engaged couple. To him, she was nothing more than a convenient sโฌx doll.
Gwen sniffed painfully.
Adeline’s face fell sadly and she continued rubbing her shoulder.
โ โ โ
๐๐๐’๐ ๐๐๐๐๐โ10๐๐
Sin Summer descended the staircase like the morning belonged to him.
A white long-sleeved shirt hung loosely on his body, every button left open, exposing his smooth pale skin. Three silver necklaces rested around his neck while a gold pendant lay perfectly against his chest.
His white shorts sat low on his waist, slightly loose, the expensive white belt hooked carelessly in front. The edge of his boxers peeked out just enough to make it look intentional.
Black boots covered his feet, white socks visible underneath.
A stud earring pierced his right ear. His dark hair was perfectly styled, messy in the kind of way that clearly promised both heaven and hell. .
Soft pink lips. Sharp eyes. A face too beautiful to belong to someone dangerous.
He looked dangerously beautiful โ the kind of beauty that ruined people slowly and sweetly.
His friends stared at him from the living room, shaking their heads.
None of them looked any less handsome either.
Especially the one resting lazily against the couch with his eyes shut, headphones over his ears as if the world bored him already.
๐๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐๐ฎ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง.
Sinโs friends were three in number โ Theodore, Jamie, and Leo.
And the four of them lived by one rule.
Rich dance with rich. Poor dance with poor.
Sinโs family owned Summer High School, Summer College, and almost half of the Summer Empire spread across the country.
Theodoreโs family owned the famous Whitmore Companies.
Jamieโs parents owned Sterling Hotels, Resorts, bars, and clubs.
While Leoโs family controlled Knight Airports across the country and three others overseas.
The four boys were rivals in business, kings inside Summer College, and nightmares everywhere else.
Everyone called them The Kings.
Same height.
Same power.
Same arrogance.
Sin and Jamie were devils carved from the same fire. Reckless. Untouchable. Addictive. The only difference was that Jamie entertained every woman that came his way while Sin simply destroyed them without trying.
Theodore stayed silent unless necessary. Always in his own world.
And Leo?
Leo lived for drama.
If chaos had a heartbeat, it would sound exactly like him.
โโโ
โLike seriously, Sin, Iโm never showing my future Bรฎtches to you. What the Fuรงk?โ Jamie complained the second Sin reached the bottom of the stairs.
โIโm telling you,โ Leo laughed, โnot even an underwear. And our abs are nothing compared to his.โ
Sin scoffed, completely unimpressed.
โAre you idiots ready or not?โ he muttered.
โAt least offer us coffee first,โ Leo frowned.
Jamie snorted loudly. โAnd you think a psychopath like him keeps coffee here? This is his private villa, not the family mansion.โ
Sin shook his head slowly.
โI made a huge mistake letting you two inside.โ
His eyes shifted toward Theodore.
โIโm leaving.โ
Though Theodore still had the headphones on, he heard every word.
No music was even playing.
Theodore stood up lazily, stretched once, then followed behind Sin with both hands buried inside his pockets.
Jamie and Leo exchanged shocked looks.
โI swear theyโre mentally unstable,โ they muttered together before jumping off the couch and running after them.
โWait for us, psychos!โ
Outside, Sin slid into the driverโs seat while Theodore entered beside him. Almost immediately, Theodore folded his arms across his chest and leaned back, ready to sleep again.
Seatbelts clicked.
The engine roared to life.
Jamie and Leo barely managed to throw themselves into the backseat before Sin sped off.
โI wonโt spare yโโ
Their words cut off as the car jerked violently, throwing both of them into each other.
โAHHHH!โ
They grabbed wh@tรซver their hands touched as Sin drove even rougher.
โFuรงk you!โ they shouted angrily.
Sin smirked through the mirror and lifted his middle finger at them.
Theodore chuckled quietly without even opening his eyes.
โI pray your father finally forces you into marriage tomorrow!โ Jamie cursed.
Sin purposely swerved again.
Jamie and Leo’s bodies slammed hard against the seats.
Another scream ripped from them.
โ โ โ
For Ixora, going home after class felt like walking straight back into hell.
So she didnโt.
Instead, she went to the only person who still made her feel seenโAiden. Her boyfriend. Her safe place.
She dressed in all black, cap pulled low and mask high to hide the fresh bruises blooming on her cheek, she sat in the back of the cab, fingers trembling as she refreshed their chat again and again.
[๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ ๐]Still unread.
No reply.
No call back.
Her stomach tightened painfully.
Aiden never ignored her texts.
Never.
Anxiously, she bit down on her nails.
Is he okay?
Why wasnโt he answering?
What if something happened?
Her heartbeat started racing uncontrollably.
โSir, please hurry,โ she said shakily to the driver. โI canโt reach my boyfriend.โ
โSure, maโam.โ
Ixora sighed softly and dialed Aidenโs number again.
No answer.
The journey felt endless.
But finally, the cab stopped in front of his apartment building.
She quickly paid the driver in cash and rushed out before even collecting her change.
Her feet carried her straight into the building.
Into the elevator. Then Up to his floor.
The moment the doors opened, she practically ran toward his apartment.
She reached for the password keypadโshe froze.
The door was already open.
Her brows furrowed slightly.
Slowly, she pushed it wider and stepped inside.
Ladiesโ heels. A designer handbag.
Not just any womanโs belongings.
Adelineโs.
The same lady she saw earlier that morning inside their house.
Then came the sounds.
Loud Mรต@ns.
Breathless groans.
The unmistakable sound of a bed hitting the wall, Right from the bedroom.
Ixoraโs heart shattered so violently she physically felt it.
The door remained half-open.
Her breathing stopped.
Slowlyโฆ carefullyโฆ she lifted her eyes, and the world ended.
Adeline was riding Aiden, completely naked, his hands gripping her waist as he th-ru_st up into her with abandon. Their Mรต@ns filled the room like they had already forgotten anyone else existed.
Ixora covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming.
A broken sound escaped her throat, tears flooding down her face as she stumbled backward.
They were too lost in each other to even notice her standing there.
The betrayal crushed her so deeply she could barely breathe.
Turning around blindly, almost tripping over herself, she ran.
Her hands stayed pressed against her mouth while silent sobs destroyed her chest.
โ โ โ
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐’๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ10๐๐
For the first time in Ixora’s life, she forgot every rule attached to her existence.
The rule that said she must return home before 4PM.
The rule that controlled every second of her life.
None of it mattered anymore.
She sat alone at the darkest corner of the nightclub, hidden beneath flashing lights while dancers flooded the floor around her.
She had changed back into her oversized gown.
The music blasted violently through the club, shaking the walls with insane energy.
Half-naked girls moved recklessly around drunk men.
Bodies grinding.
People kissing openly.
Hands everywhere.
Sterling Club was chaos dressed as luxury.
The heavy scent of alcohol, smoke, sweat, and expensive perfume filled the air until breathing itself became difficult.
From where Ixora sat, she could see everything clearly.
Her swollen eyes. Her trembling fingers.
Her completely broken expression reflected against the untouched beer in front of her.
Her mind felt blank, empty, numb.
The last person she trusted had shattered her completely.
And with her stepsister of all people.
Maybe it would not have hurt this much if it had been another girl.
But Adeline?
That pain felt personal. Cruel. Humiliating.
Ixora suddenly broke down crying again.
The beer in front of her did nothing.
She only took tiny sips because she could barely handle the bitter taste.
She had never tasted alcohol before.
Never stepped inside a nightclub either.
Her life never gave her the freedom to.
People around her slowly began noticing.
Some laughed.
Some stared in disgust.
A few bartenders pitied her silently.
Others ignored her completely.
The loud music swallowed every sound she made anyway.
๐๐ก๐๐ญ’๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ก๐๐ซ?
๐๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ฒ.
๐๐ฐ!
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐.
๐๐จ๐จ๐ค ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ.
๐๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ซ๐๐ก.
Their mocking voices wrapped around her like knives.
Ixora could not take it anymore.
She stood up abruptly and rushed away.
Blindly, aimlessly, until she found a restroom.
Only after entering did she realize it was the male restroom.
The door slammed shut behind her.
The figure standing in front of the sink never turned around.
But even through her tears, she recognized him instantly.
Sin.
Her sisterโs fiancรฉ. Gwen’s fiancรฉ
Sin Summer.
He clearly sensed her presence already, yet he still did not look back.
Ixora suddenly remembered Aiden and Adeline tangled together on that bed.
And maybe she was foolish.
Maybe completely insane.
But one painful thought kept echoing inside her head.
If Adeline could steal her manโฆ
Then what was wrong with taking Gwen’s too?
Aiden had begged her for intimacy countless times before, and lately, she had even considered giving herself to him.
Because she loved him.
Because she trusted him.
Because she was still innocent.
But now?
None of it mattered anymore.
Before fear could stop her again, Ixora grabbed Sinโs arm and yanked him around. Rising on her toes, she crashed her lips against his in a desperate, tear-soaked kiss.
Their eyes barely met before she did.
Sinโs eyes widened, then darkened like a storm as her lips moved against his.
With a rough shove of his back of hand, he slammed her back against the door.
Of course he recognized her.
That quiet dumb-faced girl.
The very last person on earth he would ever touch.
Sin wiped his lips slowly, irritation flashing across his cold face.
Ixora suddenly felt unbearably small under his stare.
Sin stepped closer.
Then his hand wrapped tightly around her throat.
Ixora gasped sharply, clutching the door behind her while his cold fingers pressed against her skin.
โAnd who the hell are you,โ he said darkly, โto think you can disrespect my expensive lips like that?โ
Ixora struggled against his grip, barely breathing.
โIโฆโ she choked out weakly. โI have whatโฆ your fiancรฉe doesnโtโฆ and Iโm willing to give it to youโ
Even she did not know where the courage came from.
Something shifted inside Sinโs expression immediately.
Darkness. Amusement. Lust. Danger.
He slowly released her throat.
Ixora coughed violently and touched the spot.
Blood stained her fingertips.
She bit her lip hard.
Sin leaned lazily against the sink now, watching her like a predator watching wounded prey.
โFine,โ he muttered coldly. โThen show me.โ
Ixoraโs chest tightened.
โShow me what you have that your sister doesnโt.โ
His voice dropped lower, more dangerous.
โAnd if you failโฆโ his eyes locked onto hers, โIโll rip you apart and send the pieces back to your family tomorrow morning.โ
Ixoraโs breathing shook.
Slowlyโฆ
Carefullyโฆ
Ixoraโs hands shook violently as she reached for the hem of her gown. In one trembling motion, she pulled it over her head and let it drop to the floor.
She stood before him in nothing but her underwear.
For the first time, Sinโs expression changed.
His eyes flickered downward, then they widened slightly.
Ixora swallowed nervously, and when she unclasped her bra and let it fall, revealing her full, heavy Brรซ@ลกtsโ
Sin froze completely.
His eyes darkened instantly.
โFuรงkโฆโ he breathed, unable to look away.
They were perfect. More than a handful. More than heโd ever expected from the quiet, dumb-faced girl heโd barely noticed before.
He swallowed hard, his usual ice-cold control cracking.
Slowly, dangerously, he stepped closer. His large hands reached out and cupped the Brรซ@ลกts, his fingers barely able to contain its softness and weight.
And truly, they didn’t seized it. Not even a bit.
A low, husky growl left his throat.
โWhere the hell were you hiding these pretty babies all this time, dumbface?โ
He squeezed possessively, eyes dark with raw hunger.
Then, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear, he whispered hotly:
โMy babies…..โ
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