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His Sinful Desire Chapter 76
RAFFAELI woke up earlier than usual, the sunlight streaming through the windows irritating my already pissed mood. The faint sound of birds chirping outside did nothing to soften my disposition. I’d barely slept last night, my mind replaying the argument with Erica over and over. Her sharp words still stung, but I brushed it off. She’d learn her place soon enough.I threw on a shirt and headed downstairs, expecting the usual smell of coffee brewing and breakfast sizzling on the stove. But when I walked into the kitchen, I was met with silence—and an empty countertop. My brows furrowed as I glanced around. The table wasn’t set, and the kitchen was untouched.“What the hell?” I muttered under my breath.I waited for a minute, expecting Erica to come rushing in, offering some half-hearted apology for being late. But there was nothing. Just more silence.My irritation flared. She was pushing her limits again. After last night, she should’ve known better than to test my patience. I storme
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Clarissa pushed her way into the club, her heart pounding harder than the bass reverberating through the walls. The usual haze of smoke and neon lights felt suffocating, but she barely noticed. Panic gripped her chest like a vice, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes darted across the room, searching desperately until they locked on Ray. He was lounging in his usual corner booth in the VIP section, his signature smirk in place as he held a glass of whiskey. The sight of him brought no comfort—only more fear. Without hesitation, she moved toward him, weaving through the crowd with shaky steps. When she reached the booth, Ray glanced up, his smirk widening briefly before his brow furrowed. “Clarissa,” he drawled, leaning back against the plush leather. “What’s got you in such a rush? You look like—” “Shut up,” she snapped, sliding into the seat across from him. Her voice was trembling, her hands gripping her purse like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. “I need to talk to
Last Updated : 2025-01-21His Sinful Desire Chapter 78
ERICA The world felt distant and heavy, like I was trapped under a suffocating weight I couldn’t push off. My head throbbed, and my body ached as if I’d been wrung dry and left to freeze. Blinking slowly, I tried to focus on the blurry shapes around me. They shifted and sharpened until I could make out the outline of a man in white—a doctor—fussing over an IV bag that was connected to my arm. My gaze drifted, searching for something familiar, and then I saw him. Raffael. He stood near the doctor, his arms crossed tightly against his chest, his face etched with a tension I rarely saw in him. He looked… worried? No, that couldn’t be right. Raffael didn’t worry. Not about me. I tried to move, but the effort sent a wave of pain through my body, pulling a weak groan from my lips. Immediately, Raffael’s head snapped toward me. His eyes locked on mine, relief softening the hard lines of his jaw. “Erica,” he said, his voice lower and gentler than I’d ever heard it. He stepped closer, h
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Raffael pushed open the door with his shoulder, a tray balanced carefully in his hands. The warm aroma of freshly made soup, toast, and tea filled the room almost instantly, but Erica barely reacted. She lay on the bed, pale and exhausted, her body still weak from the fever that had taken hold of her. Her gaze flicked to him briefly before settling on the tray he carried. “I brought breakfast,” Raffael said, his voice calm but carrying that familiar commanding edge. He set the tray on the side table before moving it closer to her on the bed. Erica propped herself up on her elbows, her movements sluggish and weak. “Thanks,” she murmured, her voice scratchy and soft. She reached for the spoon, but before her hand could touch it, Raffael stopped her, his larger hand wrapping gently around her wrist. “I’ll feed you,” he said matter-of-factly, already picking up the spoon. She frowned, pulling her hand back. “What?” “You heard me,” he repeated, dipping the spoon into the soup and hold
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RAFFAEL I sat in my office, tapping my pen against the desk as the clock ticked. It was mid-afternoon, and I was surrounded by paperwork, deals to finalize, and decisions to make. Yet, none of it could hold my attention. My mind kept wandering—to Erica. She was back home, resting. Romano was there to look after her, and the doctor had assured me she’d be fine with a bit of care and warmth. So why the hell couldn’t I stop thinking about her? I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temple. “Focus,” I muttered to myself, glaring at the stack of contracts in front of me. But even as I tried to refocus, I couldn’t shake the image of her pale face and tired eyes from my mind. She’s fine, I reminded myself. But the knot in my chest didn’t loosen. This wasn’t like me. I wasn’t the kind of man who let his thoughts stray, especially not over something—or someone—that didn’t concern me. Erica was a debtor, someone bound to me by circumstance. She wasn’t my responsibility. Not really. I shoul
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Erica POV When I opened my eyes, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains wasn’t as harsh as before. My head didn’t feel like it was stuffed with cotton anymore, and for the first time, I didn’t feel like my body was made of lead. Slowly, I sat up, testing my strength. My feet touched the cool floor, and I braced myself as I stood up. A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I was still wobbly, but I could stand. That was progress. Tired of lying in bed like a fragile doll, I took my time moving around the room, tidying what I could. The books on the nightstand were stacked back neatly, the blanket folded. Every little task felt like a small victory. When I was done, I headed to the bathroom. The warm water against my skin jolted me awake as I washed my face. I stood in front of the mirror, studying myself. My cheeks were still pale, but there was color coming back to them. My hair was a mess, and my eyes looked tired, but I felt alive again. I sighed, brushing m
Last Updated : 2025-01-24His Sinful Desire Chapter 82
ERICA I sat cross-legged on the bed, my gaze fixed on the window, but my mind wasn’t really on the view outside. Instead, it drifted back to earlier in the day—to the moment I’d walked into the kitchen and found Raffael cooking. Raffael. Cooking. If someone had told me a week ago that I’d see a man like him—arrogant, domineering, always dressed in a sharp suit—standing in front of a stove with an apron, I would’ve laughed. But there he was, like some odd version of himself I wasn’t sure how to process. What was that about? Why did he even bother? The idea of him going through the effort to make food for me felt completely out of character. He could just bark orders at someone else and make it happen. And yet he’d been standing there, focused, actually cooking. I couldn’t make sense of it. This was the same man who’d thrown Jordan to the ground without a second thought. The same man who treated people like pawns on a chessboard. Why would someone like that waste his time making
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CLARISSA The club smelled of sweat, alcohol, and desperation. It wasn’t unusual, but tonight, everything felt heavier. The neon lights were harsh, the music grated on my nerves, and every step I took felt like I was being watched. My heart had been in my throat for days now, beating so loudly I was surprised no one else could hear it. The blackmailer had sent another text this morning. The video again. Threats. Time was slipping through my fingers like sand, and I had nothing—no solution, no plan. And worst of all, Raffael hadn’t even noticed. No texts, no calls, not even a damn word. I clenched my fists, trying to shake off the sinking feeling in my stomach. This would be worth it. Marrying Raffael would bring everything I wanted. Power, wealth, influence—the kind of life I had been dreaming of for years. I couldn’t let this video ruin that. I needed Ray. He had to know how to fix things. If anyone could make this go away, it was him. But when I reached his office, the chair was
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CLARISSAI gripped the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as I drove home, my foot pressing harder against the pedal than necessary. The spa day was supposed to clear my head, but it didn’t. I had spent hours in that place—hot stones pressing against my back, steam curling around my skin, soft hands massaging every tense muscle in my body—but nothing worked.No amount of heat, pressure, or forced relaxation could erase the thoughts swirling in my mind.Chloe’s murder.The accident.The way we disposed of her body like she was nothing. Like she never existed. Like she was just a problem that needed to disappear.My hands clenched against the leather steering wheel, my nails biting into my palms. I should feel relieved that the body was gone, that there was no evidence left behind. But instead, I felt trapped, suffocated under the weight of what we did.And now Raffael—relentless, ruthless, determined to find the killer.The irony of it all made my stomach twist painfully
His Sinful Desire Chapter 93
Erica’s POVThe car ride home was silent. Tense.Raffael’s grip on the wheel was tight, his knuckles white. His jaw was clenched, his lips pressed into a thin line, and his whole body radiated fury. The air inside the car was thick with unspoken words, a storm brewing between us that neither of us dared to unleash—yet.I sat stiffly in my seat, my arms crossed, my own anger simmering just beneath the surface. My heart was still pounding from the scene at the party. From the way Raffael had stormed over like I had committed some kind of crime. From the way he had grabbed me, dragged me out like I was his.He hadn’t said a word the entire drive, but I could feel the storm inside him.I refused to speak first.If he wanted to act like a raging lunatic, that was on him. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of explaining myself when I had nothing to explain.The second we pulled into the driveway, he killed the engine and got out without a word. I barely had time to unclasp my seatb
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Erica’s POVThe venue was grand—too grand, honestly. It was the kind of place where everything screamed wealth, from the crystal chandeliers dripping light over the ballroom to the marble floors that clicked softly under expensive heels. A symphony of laughter, murmured conversations, and the clinking of glasses filled the air, mingling with the scent of perfume and champagne.It was elegant. Luxurious. Completely suffocating.I adjusted the thin strap of my dress and tried not to groan out loud as yet another person approached Raffael, shaking his hand and exchanging polite conversation. I had been standing next to him for what felt like forever, smiling at strangers, nodding at things I wasn’t even listening to, and pretending I wasn’t absolutely exhausted.I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this.“Raffael,” I leaned in, keeping my voice low. “I need to sit down.”His grip on my waist tightened slightly. “Just a little longer, cara.”“No,” I pulled back slightly, looking up at
His Sinful Desire Chapter 92
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
His Sinful Desire Chapter 91
ERICA The disposable camera hung loosely from my wrist as we walked out of the store, Raffael’s words still echoing in my head: “The real fun begins now.” I wasn’t sure what his idea of fun was, but so far, I had to admit he’d done a good job of keeping things lighthearted. The thought made me smile as we strolled down the street, his presence steady beside me. We’d spent the morning walking through the city, and though the camera was supposed to be for me to capture things that caught my attention, I noticed Raffael was snapping pictures, too—mostly of me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I called him out once, playfully swatting at his hand as he clicked another sneaky shot. “You’re supposed to be capturing the scenery, not stalking me with that thing.” “I am capturing the scenery,” he replied with a smirk. “You just happen to be the most interesting part of it.” I scoffed but couldn’t stop the heat from rising to my cheeks. I turned my attention to the bustling streets, takin
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ERICA The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains, pulling me from my sleep. I stretched lazily, the ache of yesterday’s travel still lingering in my bones. For a moment, I lay there in silence, taking in the comfort of the plush bed beneath me. I hadn’t even realized how exhausted I was when we arrived yesterday. The moment we stepped into Raffael’s penthouse, sleep had taken over, leaving me with no energy to explore my surroundings. Sitting up, I finally took the time to look around the room. It was breathtaking—spacious yet intimate, with large windows that let in an abundance of natural light. The walls were a soft cream color, accented with abstract artwork that looked like it cost more than I could ever imagine. The furniture was sleek and modern, with a cozy touch that made the room feel warm despite its size. A large chandelier hung above, its crystals catching the morning light and scattering tiny rainbows across the walls. It felt like stepping into a dif
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ERICAThe early morning air was crisp and carried the faint scent of jet fuel as I followed Raffael onto his private jet. The sleek design of the aircraft, with its polished leather seats and pristine interior, screamed luxury, and I couldn’t help but feel out of place as I climbed the steps. This was a world I didn’t belong in, but here I was, trapped in it nonetheless. Raffael strode ahead of me, his presence commanding as always, while I trailed behind, trying not to let my nervousness show. This was the first time I’d been on a private jet, and the idea of being thousands of feet in the air in such close quarters with him made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t fully understand—or want to. I settled into one of the plush seats near the window, hoping to distract myself by staring out at the empty runway. Raffael sat across from me, already scrolling through his phone, completely unfazed by the extravagance surrounding us. I envied how calm and composed he always seemed, as if not
His Sinful Desire Chapter 88
ERICA I sat on the couch, a book open in my lap, my eyes glued to the same paragraph I’d read three times already. It was supposed to be an escape, something to keep my mind occupied, but tonight, it wasn’t working. My thoughts kept drifting, pulling me away from the plot and back to the darker corners of my mind. The book was one of those suspenseful thrillers, full of secrets and betrayals, the kind of story that would normally have me hooked. But every twist on the page only reminded me of the real-life twists that had unfolded recently. Every deceit, every bit of violence written so neatly in these chapters felt uncomfortably close to home. I couldn’t stop thinking about Chloe. She was gone, really gone. The realization still hit me like a cold slap every time it resurfaced. No matter how hard I tried to move past it, her face would flash in my mind—her smirks, her sneers, the way she’d always made me feel so small and out of place. Chloe and I had never been friends, not even
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CLARISSA I couldn’t stop pacing. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest, and every breath I took felt shallow and labored. Ray’s living room, usually calm and orderly, now felt like it was closing in on me. The walls seemed smaller, the air suffocating, and no matter how much I tried to slow my thoughts, they kept spiraling. My hands shook as I ran them through my hair, my palms clammy. “I can’t do this, Ray,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. My voice trembled, barely louder than a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything I was feeling. “Clarissa, stop,” Ray said for the fifth time, his voice low and calm, but it only frustrated me further. He stood by the couch, leaning against the armrest with his arms crossed, as though we were discussing something trivial. His composure made me want to scream. “Stop?” I snapped, spinning around to glare at him. “How do you expect me to stop when everything is falling apart? Chloe is dead, Ray!
