Sin is like a drug. The first time, you're scared. The second, curious. The third, you feel invincible.
A month. I’ve been living like this for a month. By day, I am Celly, the obedient warehouse admin staff. But by night and every weekend, I am Marcella—Emilio Kusuma’s mistress.
I felt smart. Sly. I was sleeping with my brother's best friend, his trusted business partner, and Gabriel—that arrogant genius—knew nothing.
At least, that’s what I thought. I forgot one thing about Gabriel Richards. He isn't stupid. He's a predator. And predators don't need to see their prey—they just need a scent.
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That Saturday night, heavy rain hammered Jakarta. Lightning flashed, splitting the black sky.
My phone vibrated. Oil Vendor: "Tonight. 9 PM. I need an escape."
I smiled crookedly. Emili
