Library

Maghanap

Home / Mafia / Buried Beneath Sin / Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lahat ng Kabanata ng Buried Beneath Sin: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

187 Kabanata

Chapter 1

The ballroom glittered like a jewel box, its chandeliers dripping with gold light, its polished floors reflecting the swirl of gowns and tuxedos. Crystal glasses clinked in every corner, laughter rolled in waves, and the faint strains of a violin floated above it all like perfume. To anyone looking

Chapter 2

From inside: her name, carried on her father’s timbre without the courtesy of volume control. “Sasha!” She exhaled, squared her shoulders, and turned toward the doors. When she pulled one open, the ballroom’s heat rolled over her like a living thing. The music had moved on again, violins trillin

Chapter 3

They take the elevator like it’s a secret, facing forward as the mirrored walls try to pin them together. His hand hovers at the small of her back without touching, a chord pulled tight between restraint and want. The ride is short, but the seconds stretch; she can hear her own breath, slow on purpo

Chapter 4

The first thing he noticed was light. Pale morning light seeped through the heavy curtains, softening the edges of the room, laying everything in muted gold. The second thing he noticed—what surprised him most—was her. Still there. Sasha lay on her side, dark waves spilling across the pillow, he

Chapter 5

The corridor felt too narrow for the noise in his head. Nico walked it anyway, measured and quiet, palms smooth over the seams of his pockets, shirt sleeves rolled to the forearms under his suit jacket, he wasn't looking to impress. The hotel’s upper floor had the hush of expensive places—carpet t

Chapter 6

He saw the moment she attached the last name to the first. He saw the calculation, the color going and coming, the way she palmed her chest like a small, private pain had bloomed there. Ah, he thought, the stomach dropping in a calm way he had learned meant the body would feel it later. Well. Ther

Chapter 7

The taxi’s meter churned like a small, tireless mouth. Sasha let the city smear itself on the windows and tried to make her face learn a neutral expression again. She’d texted her father—coffee first, then home—and he’d replied with a single Fifteen like time was another thing he owned. She’d change

Chapter 8

Sasha nodded, because this was the part where she looked obedient. “Yes, Papa.” He flicked his fingers toward a chair. “Eat something.” Her stomach lurched at the thought, but she took the chair anyway. The plate they put in front of her was one of the house’s breakfasts meant to fix everything:

Chapter 9

The library had always been the quietest room in the Maretti estate, even when the rest of the house throbbed with noise. It breathed in dark wood and old leather, in the dry sweetness of paper and the faint, metallic echo of money. Floor-to-ceiling shelves held the spines of men who had pretended k

Chapter 10

His father stood behind the desk, sleeves rolled, heavy shoulders filling the outline of the window. He had the stance of a man who’d built things with his hands, and it had been long enough since he’d done so that the body remembered work like a story it told itself to sleep. The gold ring with the

PREV

...

NEXT

I-scan ang code para mabasa sa App

DMCA.com Protection Status