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His Sinful Desire Chapter 44
ERICA I lay there in the dimly lit living room, staring at the ceiling, the soft hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen the only sound. My body felt heavy, like it didn’t belong to me anymore. My head throbbed, the pain pulsing with each beat of my heart, and my throat was raw—prickling with the ache of something that could only get worse. The clock on the wall blinked 10:05 PM. I should’ve been at the club by now. My outfit for today—sparkly, skimpy, just the way he liked it—was folded neatly on the chair in my room, waiting for me to put it on and get to work. But I didn’t have the strength. Tonight, I couldn’t go. I couldn’t make myself. My body was burning with fever, my muscles aching, my head fogged. But I knew I’d have to go anyway. Raffael owned me—he had me by the throat. I worked the nights at the club to pay off the debt that was never-ending, always looming. Still, part of me wished I didn’t have to go tonight. The thought of spending another night in that cage,
Last Updated : 2024-11-26His Sinful Desire Chapter 45
CLARISSA The neon lights of the strip club buzzed faintly as I stepped inside, the stale air thick with cheap perfume and sweat. My stiletto heels clicked against the tiled floor as I walked with purpose, a wad of cash clutched in my hand. I didn’t want to be here, especially not to deal with the likes of Daisy, Chloe, and Melanie, but they’d left me no choice. I hated this place—the flashing lights, the lecherous men, and especially her. Erica. She was the root of all my problems, a constant thorn in my side. If Raffael didn’t have his obsession with her, my life would’ve been perfect. Instead, I was here, trying to keep three dancers from spilling my secrets to him. The dressing room door creaked as I pushed it open. I inhaled sharply, masking my irritation with a haughty expression. The smell of cheap perfume was overwhelming, mingling with the sweat and smoke that seemed to cling to everything in this place. Inside, the girls were lounging, preparing for their next show. D
Last Updated : 2024-11-26His Sinful Desire Chapter 46
CLARISSA The neon lights of the strip club were a blur in my rearview mirror as I sped away, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. Chloe’s words wouldn’t stop replaying in my mind. “Maybe he even warmed her bed while he was at it.” No. Raffael wouldn’t. He couldn’t. My chest tightened as doubt slithered into my thoughts. What if there was a grain of truth in their taunts? The idea of him comforting Erica, touching her, or even thinking about her in a way that wasn’t pure disdain made my stomach churn. The buzzing of my phone broke through my spiraling thoughts. I glanced at the screen and saw my mother’s name. Reluctantly, I picked it up, putting it on speaker. “Clarissa,” my mother began, her tone annoyingly upbeat, “Mrs. Aurora and I have arranged a dinner with Raffael. It’s time we start discussing your wedding plans.” A flicker of relief softened the tight knot in my chest. This was what I wanted—a future with Raffael. A life where I stood by
Last Updated : 2024-11-27His Sinful Desire Chapter 47
RAFFAEL The chandelier above cast a soft glow over the dining room, highlighting the silverware and expensive crystal glasses. My mother, sat at the head of the table with an air of quiet authority. Across from her, Mrs. Taylor Cutter, Clarissa’s overbearing mother, adjusted her necklace, a smug smile tugging at her lips. Clarissa sat beside me, her hand resting on my arm. She looked serene, but the way her nails dug into my skin told me otherwise. When my mother informed me that I'd have to host Clarissa and her mother for dinner, I knew it was just another avenue for the three of them to get under my skin and try to convince me to hasten up my wedding plans with Clarissa. Fuck. I groaned within myself. I fucking dont want to get married talk more of doing it with Clarissa. The only damn reason I'm stuck in this shit trap is because of our family ties. My later father had arranged for my marriage to Clarissa even before I was born. The Cutters and my family were not only friend
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ERICA I trudged outside, the trash dragging behind me. The cold air ran through my hairs, blowing tendrils of it across my face. The night sky was already in its full glory, stars coating the horizon and the luminous moon providing its natural light to my pathway. In as much as I tried to ignore it, the stinging jabs and subtle insults that Clarissa and her mother melted out to me wouldn't leave my head. They really called me a thief. Had I ever stolen from either of them before? First his mother insulted and poured juice on me, called me all sorts of names under the son and then his fiancèe and her mother do same under the guise of subtle insults. "Saying she had seen me at the garden party lurking around, what the fuck does that even mean? When have I ever even attended a dumb garden party? An avenue for rich folks to show off their wealth. God." I groaned out in frustration. I knew better than to retort back at her or try to defend myself that was why I kept being silent an
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ERICA The soft hum of the supermarket's air conditioning was a small comfort as I strolled through the aisles, picking up the essentials. We were low on some groceries and dairy products so I decided to venture to the super market this morning but not before informing Raffael by the way. Atleast I could get that done and off my list before I prepare for the night work at that fucking club again. Right now, what I had in my cart was a loaf of bread, a carton of milk, some fresh vegetables. It was mundane, but it felt like a slice of normalcy in the chaotic storm that my life had become. For a few minutes, I could pretend that I wasn’t constantly looking over my shoulder. For some reason I felt being watched. But would Raffael be crazy enough to track my every movement down to the super market? I doubt not. I can’t run away from him that’s for sure, he had left me no choice to do that. I turned into the cereal aisle, scanning the shelves for something cheap but filling.
Last Updated : 2024-11-27His Sinful Desire Chapter 50
ERICA The sound of muffled music from the club’s main floor still throbbed in my ears as I sat on the bench in the dressing room, my fingers fumbling to untie the straps of my heels. My entire body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry, sore and weak. The hours I’d spent on the stage felt heavier tonight, and the exhaustion dug deeper into my bones. I threw the heels into my bag, the clatter breaking the quiet of the room. For a moment, I sat there, letting my head fall into my hands. The dizziness hadn’t left since Raffael had locked me in that room, leaving me with nothing but my anger and hunger. No food. No water. Just silence and the four walls pressing in on me. He hadn’t said a word when he let me out hours later, his face a mask of cold indifference. The only thing he cared about was making sure I got to my shift on time. I bit my lip, trying to push the memory away, but it clung to me, suffocating and unrelenting. The note he’d sent at the grocery store fl
Last Updated : 2024-11-27His Sinful Desire Chapter 51
RAFFAEL I ambled towards the house, a migraine throbbing at the side of my head. I felt so exhausted and drained. I had spent the entire night in my office, going over countless files and documents that seemed not to end. The port authorities were a serious pain in the ass not to mention the fuckers that hijacked my goods days ago. I still could not believe my capos had not tracked them yet. I give them one job to do and they are being so lazy about it! If not that I had other pressing issues at hand, I'd have killed the bastards that dared to steal from me. Currently right now, I was working on finding who had the audacity to send me a death threat via text message. I wasn't surprised though. This is the mafia and my life is a ticking time bomb. I had numerous enemies but my ability to crush them all was what kept me at the top. And may hell receive the soul of the cunt that sent that message to my phone. I'd make sure he meets his creator. My insiders , though t
Last Updated : 2024-11-28
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ERICA I stirred awake slowly, feeling the soft pull of consciousness dragging me out of sleep. The air was still, quiet, except for the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the room. My body felt heavy, cocooned in warmth, and for a moment, I wanted nothing more than to slip back into the comfort of sleep. But something felt… off. Like I wasn’t alone. A strange, prickling sensation crawled up my spine, the kind you get when you’re being watched. My brows furrowed as I shifted slightly, stretching my legs beneath the plush covers. The feeling didn’t go away. I hesitated before finally cracking my eyes open, my vision blurry at first. As the haze cleared, my gaze landed on the doorway—and my heart nearly leapt out of my chest. Raffael. Standing there. Watching me. I shot up so fast that the blanket pooled around my waist. A startled gasp ripped from my throat. “Oh my God! What the hell are you doing?!” Raffael didn’t even flinch. He just leaned against the doorframe, arms cros
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ERICA DAYS LATER This past few days had been… strange. Raffael had been unusually busy, barely around the house. It was almost like he’d disappeared into thin air. I couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to come home later and later every night. Not that I could complain—he’d practically ordered me to stay away from the club. His exact words were, “You’re not setting foot there for a while.” I didn’t know why, and I wasn’t about to press him for answers. A part of me was relieved, though. It meant I was temporarily free from being his personal maid or errand girl at the club. For once, I could just… exist. My days had settled into a quiet, repetitive rhythm: cleaning the house, reading whatever I could find in the mansion’s massive library, and taking long walks in the gardens. The nights, however, were different. Lonely. The mansion felt hollow without him here. Not that I’d admit it to myself, but his absence left an emptiness I didn’t know how to fill. I’d sit at the din
