All Chapters of The Debt Of Sin: I’m sleeping with my husband son!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The tension from the cinema followed us all the way back to the hotel.It sat between us silently during the ride upstairs, thick and suffocating, neither of us willing to speak first.Roman stood beside me inside the elevator, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat, jaw tight, eyes fixed ahead.Cold.Controlled.Like the argument earlier had sealed something shut inside him.I kept my gaze on the glowing numbers above the elevator doors, stubbornly refusing to look at him even though I could feel his presence everywhere around me.The memory of his words still burned inside my chest.You’ve never really been his.And somehow, despite how angry I was, those words still lingered beneath my skin in ways I hated.The elevator doors slid open.We walked toward the suite without speaking.The silence between us echoed louder than footsteps.By the time Roman unlocked the door and stepped aside for me to enter first, frustration already sat heavily inside my chest.I tossed my purse onto

The restaurant was warm and softly lit when I arrived.Golden chandeliers hung low from the ceiling, casting soft light across polished tables and velvet seats. Quiet piano music drifted through the air while people murmured softly over wine glasses and expensive meals around me.The place felt intimate.Comfortable.The kind of place meant for quiet conversations.Yet from the second I stepped inside, unease had already settled heavily in my chest.I smoothed my hands lightly over my dress as the hostess guided me deeper into the restaurant.I had taken extra time getting ready before leaving the mansion.Maybe because I needed distraction.Maybe because after days of grief, confusion, and emotional chaos, I wanted to feel like myself again.Or at least pretend to.The dark dress hugged my body elegantly, simple but expensive, paired with heels that clicked softly against the polished floor as I walked.StillNone of it stopped the nervous tension building inside me.Daniel was alrea

Cold air slammed against my skin the second I stepped outside the restaurant.The night was darker than before, wind rushing sharply through the streets and sending strands of my hair across my face as I walked quickly down the sidewalk.My chest still heaved unevenly.My thoughts were worse.Roman was there that night.The sentence repeated endlessly inside my head like a curse.I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, heels striking hard against the pavement as I kept moving faster.I needed distance.Needed space to think.Needed to breathe without his presence suffocating every thought inside my head.Then behind meThe restaurant door opened.I didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.My pulse reacted instantly anyway.I walked faster.Faster.The cold wind bit harder against my bare skin as I crossed toward the next street corner, my breathing uneven now.Footsteps echoed behind me.Steady.Unhurried.Roman.Of course he would follow me.“Elena.”I ignored him completely.

The tension from our earlier argument still lingered in the space between us, but it cracked under the weight of his urgent kiss as his mouth claimed mine with a hunger that spoke of days apart, tongues sliding deep as his free hand cupped the back of my neck. My body responded instantly, my breasts pressing against his chest through the thin fabric of my dress, nipples hardening as a soft moan escaped my lips . "Elena, I need you," Roman whispered against my lips, guiding me towards his body with commanding steps. "Get on top of me. Now."I agreed without hesitation, sliding into the other seat as he started kissing my face all over. , the world outside fading into shadows. The initial silence stretched for a heartbeat, heavy with everything unsaid, until he stared at me for a while, his voice low and steady. "I'm sorry for pushing you away on the trip. I was wrong, and I hate that it brought you here alone." My fingers trembled as I roamed my hands over his chest, my apolo

The room fell into stunned silence after Anastasia’s words.I could barely hear anything beyond the violent pounding of my heartbeat.Roman stood rigid a few feet away from her, every muscle in his body tense with fury while Anastasia remained perfectly composed.Like she had walked in here tonight expecting this exact moment.Like she had already planned every move ahead of us.Roman laughed once suddenly.Cold.Disbelieving.“You’ve lost your mind.”Anastasia’s expression never changed.“Not at all.”“You break into my house, take pictures, accuse Elena of murder, and now you think you can threaten us?”“I’m not threatening you.” She tilted her head slightly. “I’m giving you options.”My grip tightened harder around the sheets.“This is insane,” I whispered.Anastasia ignored me completely.Her eyes stayed fixed on Roman.“You’re already engaged to me anyway,” she said smoothly. “This simply speeds things up.”Roman’s jaw tightened sharply.“You really think blackmail is going to ma