All Chapters of Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Nikolai’s POV“Are you certain this terminal is completely untraceable?” Clara asked, her voice tight as she leaned over my shoulder, her fingers gripping the back of my desk chair.“Marcus swore his tech team scrubs these routing lines every thirty seconds,” I said, my fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard. “If the city grid detects even a single packet of data leaving this room, the entire system kills the power automatically.”“Then crack it open,” she whispered, her breath warm against my neck. “We have been sitting in this luxury apartment for twelve hours doing nothing but watching the rain. I need to know what happened to the company after the fire.”“I am bypass the security firewalls right now,” I muttered, tapping the enter key with a sharp click. “The main mainframe for the Novarion Group uses a dual layer authentication protocol. Victor built it himself to keep the board of directors from snooping into his private holdings. But he forgot that he showed me the maste

Clara’s POV“Turn the volume up, Nikolai,” I said, my eyes pinned to the large flat screen television on the apartment wall.“There is no point in listening to more of her lies,” Nikolai replied, though his hand moved to the remote control and increased the sound anyway.“Look at what she is wearing,” I whispered, my fingers tightening against the back of the leather sofa. “That is a midnight black velvet dress from the Autumn collection of Maison Valois. Victor bought that exact custom piece for me three months ago for the foundation gala. He kept it in the private vault at the estate.”“She cleared out your closets along with the bank accounts,” Nikolai said, his voice flat and dangerous as he sat at his server terminal.“It is not just the dress,” I said, shaking my head as Camille continued her smooth address to the rows of reporters. “Look at her posture. Look at the way she handles the press core. She is completely calm. She does not look like a woman who just lost her husband a

Clara’s POV“Clara, please, you need to listen to me while my head is still clear,” my mother whispered, her dry fingers tightening weakly around my wrist.“Do not force yourself to sit up, Mom,” I said, leaning closer to the medical bed and pressing a cool damp cloth against her forehead. “The doctor said you need complete rest. The sedatives are barely out of your system.”“No, there is no time for resting,” she insisted, her breathing shallow but her eyes completely focused for the first time in days. “Before the men took me from the clinic, before that terrible fire at the shipyard even happened, she came to my room.”I froze, the damp cloth slipping slightly in my hand. “Who came to your room, Mom?”“The woman from the corporate office,” she rasped, her chest heaving as she struggled to draw a deep breath. “Victor’s wife. Camille. She did not come alone. She brought two lawyers and a massive stack of legal folders.”“Camille went to your private clinic?” I asked, my pulse taking

Clara’s POV“Do you think the zipper is going to hold, or should I call Marcus’s courier back for a different size?” I asked, my voice cutting through the deep, heavy silence of the bedroom.The high-rise apartment was completely quiet around us, save for the low, distant hum of the city traffic moving far below the glass windows. It was exactly midnight. In less than twenty-four hours, we would be walking directly into the grand ballroom of the plaza, risking every single thing we had left to pull Camille off her stolen throne.“The zipper is fine,” Nikolai’s deep voice answered from the doorway.I stopped adjusting the fabric and looked up into the full-length mirror mounted on the closet door. Nikolai had frozen completely on the threshold, his shoulder leaning heavily against the wooden frame. His dark eyes were completely fixed on my reflection, shifting from a cold tactical glaze into something incredibly dark and heavy as they traced the entirely exposed skin of my spine.The s

Nikolai’s POV"That is impossible. He is dead. I saw the dental records and the charred bone fragments myself." Camille whispered, her voice cracking as she stared up at the speaker in the ceiling."The devil does not die in a simple warehouse fire, Camille. You should know that better than anyone else." I said, stepping closer to the glass partition of the VIP lounge."Nikolai, what do we do now? The main security guards at the front entrance are drawing their weapons." Clara said through my earpiece. Her voice was steady, but I could hear the rapid pattern of her breathing."Get away from the marble pillar right now, Clara. Walk toward the service alcove on your left side. Do not run. Just move smoothly." I ordered into my microphone."I am moving. But there are men in black tactical uniforms coming up the grand staircase. They do not look like the standard museum staff. They have automatic rifles." Clara reported."Those are Victor's personal recovery teams. They are not here to pr