Lahat ng Kabanata ng Capitulate Into Sinful Desires : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Elara’s POVFor two whole weeks, I avoided Adrian Martinez like my life depended on it, well maybe it did.The first three days were the hardest. Every time my phone vibrated, my heart reacted before my mind could stop it. I would stare at his name, 'my first mmm' glowing across the screen while my fingers hovered dangerously close to answering. Sometimes I even picked the phone up completely, only to freeze at the last second before dropping it back onto the bed like it had burned me.It became a routine after that.To Ignore, breathe and pretend I was still in control but the truth was ugly.I missed him. Not the chaos around him, not the trouble or the arrogance or the way he always walked around like the entire world belonged to him. No, what I missed was worse. I missed the feeling of him. The tension, the danger, the way my body reacted whenever he came too close.And the truth, I hated myself for it.That was why I stayed away.Avoiding even a glimpse of his shadow.For the pa

Adrian’s POVThe moment Helen stepped into the library, the entire atmosphere changed.It felt like cold water had been poured over burning fire.A few seconds ago, Elara had been sitting beneath me, flushed and breathless, her lips swollen from my kisses, her fingers tangled in my hair while she whispered my name like it was a sin she enjoyed committing. The air had been thick with heat, desire, and reckless temptation.I could smell her scent of vanilla as her body pressed against mine softly.But now, everything felt sharp and dangerous.My jaw tightened immediately as Helen’s heels clicked against the wooden floor, each sound echoing louder inside the quiet library.“Helen?” I repeated, disbelief mixed with irritation. “What the hell are you doing here?”But she didn’t answer immediately.Instead, her eyes slowly moved across the room, taking in the scattered books on the floor, my half-open jeans, Elara’s trembling hands searching for her clothes, and the charged tension still ha

Elara’s POV"Adri...an... the video, I..."My hands would not stop shaking.Even after the call ended, even after Adrian kept repeating “I’ll handle it” in that low dangerous voice of his, my body still felt cold.I sat at the edge of my bed inside the convent room, gripping my phone tightly while trying to breathe properly."It's going to be okay... it's go..ing...to..be... Oh God!."My eyes watered, as I blinked twice looking away. I hated crying, because it made me feel weak.But I have already crossed a line so I can never be weak. If staying in this walls were supposed to be the only survival until I crossed that line, then I will use everything it's going to cost to protect myself. Even if it has to be manipulation. I don't care, not anymore. Outside my window, rain tapped softly against the chapel walls, but inside me, everything felt loud.My thoughts, my fear, the image of that video.Dear Lord…I squeezed my eyes shut immediately.How did everything become this messy so fas

Elara POV The only suspect I honestly had was the same person asking me to move in with him.His mom was Mrs Rachel was on a business vacation and he wants me to stay with him for the time being.At first, I forgot about my duty. The same ones I have been carrying like a burden. Being a Nun wasn't a bad thing entirely. It was the fact that I never choose it from heart.I had other dreams. The one that would also favor God. But not this.Yesterday, I looked at the only persons that were aware of everything I was becoming and something they were. Annette, Adrian and Vanessa.My eyes moved from one to the other end it lingered on a particular one.Adrian was the only person who stays in the room or library with me when ever we'd sin.So that made it easier for my conscience to judge.But why? We were both together in this and if I fall.... he has nothing to lose.He has been a gay openly all his freaking life without caring less of what others approved of. But I was different.If I choo

Elara's POV The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the sound of rain tapping softly against the hostel window.For a moment, I stayed still on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling while my chest rose slowly under the thin blanket covering me. My breathing felt uneven, almost shaky, as if my body had not fully returned from wherever my dream had taken me.Or rather…Whoever but Adrian.The memory of him came rushing back so fast that heat crawled straight into my face.I squeezed my eyes shut again, frustrated with myself.Even in my sleep, he refused to leave me alone. His voice, his touch.The way his lips had felt against mine inside the library.The roughness of his breathing near my neck.The dangerous look in his eyes whenever he stared at me like he already knew every sinful thought hidden inside my head.“God…” I whispered weakly, pressing my fingers against my forehead.The dream had felt too real.In the dream, I had been standing alone inside the chapel after