All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE HIDDEN SIN : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Edwin’s POVThe villa in Santorini was everything Daniel had promised and more.We had arrived two days ago after a long private flight, and the moment the car had pulled up to the clifftop property, I felt something inside me unclench. Whitewashed walls glowed under the Aegean sun, infinity pools spilled toward the caldera, and the view that impossible, breathtaking view of blue sea and volcanic rock made the rest of the world feel very far away.No emails. No board meetings. No lingering shadows of Victor’s lies.Just us.I woke on the third morning to warm sunlight streaming through the open terrace doors and the distant sound of church bells drifting up from the village below. Daniel was already awake, propped on one elbow beside me, watching me with that quiet intensity that still made my heart skip.“You’re staring again,” I murmured, voice thick with sleep.“Can’t help it.” His fingers traced a slow line down my bare chest. “You look good in Greek light. Relaxed. Like you

Edwin’s POVThe house by the water had stopped feeling like Daniel’s home and had become unmistakably *ours*.I woke slowly on a quiet Thursday morning, the kind where the world outside seemed to hold its breath. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, warming the rumpled sheets and catching on the faint red marks I’d left on Daniel’s shoulder the night before. His arm was heavy across my waist, palm spread possessively over my stomach, fingers splayed as if even in sleep he needed to remind himself I was still here.I turned carefully in his arms so I could face him. Daniel’s face was relaxed in sleep, the sharp CEO edges softened by the golden light. His dark lashes cast faint shadows on his cheeks, and his lips were slightly parted. I traced the line of his jaw with one fingertip, feeling the light morning stubble. He stirred, a low hum vibrating in his chest before his eyes fluttered open — warm, dark, and immediately soft when they focused on me.“Morning,” he murmured, voice g

Edwin’s POVThe weeks after Santorini had settled into a rhythm that felt both brand new and deeply familiar. Mornings began with sunlight warming the wide bed and Daniel’s body curled protectively around mine. His arm was heavy across my waist, palm spread over my stomach like he needed the constant contact even in sleep. I had stopped waking up waiting for the other shoe to drop. The anxiety that used to greet me each day had quieted into something softer — occasional echoes rather than constant thunder.This morning was no exception.I turned slowly in his arms. Daniel’s eyes were still closed, lashes dark against his cheeks, but the corner of his mouth curved upward like he could sense me watching. I traced the line of his jaw with one fingertip, feeling the light stubble. His eyes fluttered open, dark and warm, immediately softening when they focused on me.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough and intimate.“Morning.”He pulled me closer without hesitation, sliding one thigh betwe

Edwin’s POVThe house by the water had become the heartbeat of our new life.I woke slowly to the gentle rhythm of waves and the solid warmth of Daniel’s body curled around mine. His chest pressed firmly against my back, one arm draped heavily over my waist with his palm spread possessively across my stomach. His breath was steady and warm against the nape of my neck. For several long minutes, I simply lay there, letting the reality of this moment sink in no dread, no waiting for the next blow, just the quiet certainty that I was safe, loved, and exactly where I belonged.I turned carefully in his arms so I could face him. Daniel’s eyes were still closed, lashes dark against his cheeks, but the corner of his mouth curved upward like he could sense me watching. I traced the line of his jaw with one fingertip, feeling the light morning stubble. His eyes fluttered open, dark and warm, immediately softening when they focused on me.“Morning,” he murmured, voice rough and intimate in that

Edwin’s POVThe house by the water had stopped feeling like a sanctuary and had become the foundation of something I never thought I’d have — a real, steady life.I woke to the now-familiar warmth of Daniel’s body wrapped around mine. His chest was pressed firmly to my back, one strong arm draped over my waist with his palm spread possessively across my stomach. His breath was warm and steady against the nape of my neck. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting soft golden patterns across the rumpled sheets. The distant sound of waves provided a constant, soothing rhythm that had become the soundtrack to our days.For several long minutes I simply lay there, breathing it all in. No racing heart. No immediate dread. Just the quiet certainty that I was safe, loved, and exactly where I belonged.I turned carefully in his arms so I could face him. Daniel’s eyes were still closed, lashes dark against his cheeks, but the corner of his mouth curved upward like he could sense me