Sweet Sin - S01 E28

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Sweet Sin - S01 E28

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28

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[Dean’s Estate – 7:30]

Allison waited beside her car, grinning as she took pictures of herself for her IG update.

It’s been long since she snapped slutty pictures. All of her pictures are mostly corporate in suits and formal dresses or dinner dresses.

But tonight, she’s dedicating it to Seraphina’s work.

When Seraphina showed her the new crochets, she was beyond stunned.

She knew Seraphina could crotchet anything, but she never saw her works beyond black and white.

Seraphina crocheted blue and pink? Whoever her helper is, she can’t wait to meet her. Though, that silly girl refused to tell her the name.

She had decided to make them wear the crotchets to the club since it’s slutty enough for clubbing.

She posted the pictures on her IG with the caption; Crotchet made by my sister from another mother, then she tagged Seraphina’s account.

Seraphina finally emerged from the mansion, wearing her own crotchet too—the bralette and bum shorts.

But…they look like they can’t even hold her together, maybe she made mistakes with the measurements.

Her bre+sts don’t fit into the cups she made for the bralette, so she’s covering her chest with her arm.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to go, I can’t go like this…” She complained.

“Are you f+kin kidding?” Allison removed her arm from her chest. “It’s even better! Girl, we’re going clubbing, not the Church! I wish mine were like this too.”

“Are you sure?” Seraphina asked, nervous. She changed her lenses already, so she can see clearly now.

“Oh you’ll see!” Allison ushered her into the car and joined her.

“To Club Quit!” Allison screamed as she drove out of the estate.

Seraphina laughed.

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[Valhalla Club]

The obsidian-black Club building stood like a monument to sin in the quiet part of the city with mirrored glass façade swallowing the city’s lights instead of reflecting them.

Illuminated emblem of a winged skull glowed above the entrance. From the outside, it looked like a fortress built for the wicked.

Deep beneath it in the underground parking garage, a Rolls-Royce glided into a reserved space.

Genevieve stepped out first, dressed in black silk.

The click of her stiletto echoed through the concrete chamber.

Marley emerged from the driver’s side a moment later in a tailored dark suit, his expression carrying the kind of hostility that had ruined lives.

Without a word, Genevieve slipped her arm through his, and they moved toward the private elevator.

The silver doors parted.

They disappeared inside, ascending into the secret kingdom.

Moments later, another vehicle swept into the garage.

Bexley’s sleek Aston Martin rolled to a stop several spaces away.

She killed the engine and stepped out, alone.

The sound of her heels cut across the garage as she made her way toward the elevators.

She pressed the elevator button, waiting as the numbers descended.

When the doors finally opened, she entered without hesitation.