All Chapters of Irresistible Sin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elijah POV He had always believed that proximity was something that could be controlled. Distance was simple. You create it. You maintain it. You enforce it. That had been his approach in every aspect of his life. People were placed where they needed to be. Interactions were measured. Attachments were unnecessary, and therefore, removable. It had worked. For years. For everything. Until now. He noticed the shift before he acknowledged it. At first, it appeared in small ways. Unimportant ones. Or at least, that was how he classified them. He stayed longer in the house than required. He adjusted his schedule without documenting it. He found himself checking on her condition directly instead of relying solely on reports. Individually, none of it was significant. Collectively It formed a pattern. And he did not ignore patterns. A month had passed. Thirty-one days of presence. Of routine that was not originally part of his design. Of observ

Maui POV I used to think mornings were the same no matter where you were. Light comes in. Air changes temperature. People start moving like they’ve already decided who they are for the day. But here, in this house, mornings feel… monitored. Like even silence has instructions. I woke up earlier than usual again. Not because I wanted to. But because my body has been doing this thing lately this quiet betrayal where sleep doesn’t feel like rest anymore. It feels like waiting. Four months. That number sits in my mind like a marker I didn’t agree to place there, but it’s there anyway. I slowly sat up in bed, one hand instinctively going to my stomach. Still small. But different now. Not flat. Not uncertain. Just… present. Real in a way I can’t ignore anymore. “Good morning, Ma’am.” I looked up. One of the staff was already outside my door. Of course they were. “I’m awake,” I answered softly. “Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. Sir requested a lighter meal today ag

Maui POV I woke up before the sun. Not because I wanted to. But because something felt… off. At first, it was subtle. A faint discomfort low in my abdomen, like a tightening I couldn’t fully place. I stayed still for a few seconds, listening to the quiet of the room. Elijah was still asleep beside me. That still felt strange sometimes. Not the fact that he was there. But the fact that he stayed there. We had started sharing a room after I agreed to be with him officially. It wasn’t something we talked about too much. It just… happened. Like most things between us. Quiet decisions that turned into permanence without ceremony. I slowly sat up, careful not to wake him. The room was dim, soft light leaking through the curtains. Everything looked normal. But my body didn’t feel normal. I placed a hand on my stomach. Five months. Everything had been fine. Stable. Quiet. That’s what the doctor said last time. Stable. I repeated the word in my head like

After I informed my parents about everything, I began planning my proposal to Maui, and it took almost two weeks to complete every detail. From the grand event with only a limited number of guests, to the ring I personally ensured was worth every cent I spent on it, to the surprise I carefully arranged one that included her mother and her sibling everything had to be precise. Nothing could be left to chance. Even what I was going to say to her, I rehearsed in my mind repeatedly. Over and over again. Testing every word until I was certain that when the moment came, I would not hesitate. When the day finally arrived, I could feel the weight of it in my chest. I told Maui we were simply going out for dinner. Nothing special. It was just a normal night. She had no idea what was waiting for her. When we arrived at the venue, everything appeared normal. Nothing out of place. Nothing that would raise suspicion at first glance. But I could clearly see the puzzled look on her fac

The moment she said yes, everything inside me stilled. Not because the tension disappeared. If anything, it deepened. It settled low in my chest, heavy and consuming, pressing against every restraint I had left. But hearing her answer hearing the certainty in her voice did something to me. It grounded me. Because this wasn’t impulse. This wasn’t recklessness. This was her, looking at me with complete trust, choosing me with the same quiet certainty I had chosen her over and over again. And that mattered. More than the heat between us. More than the ache building under my skin. More than the part of me that wanted to stop thinking and lose myself in her completely. I held her gaze for a long moment, searching for even the slightest hesitation. There was none. Only softness. Only trust. Only Maui. My hand lifted slowly to her face, my thumb brushing against her cheek as I exhaled shakily. “Alright,” I murmured again, quieter this time. The word felt less like surrende