Sweet Sin - S01 E96

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Sweet Sin - S01 E96

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 96

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[Fontana Kiddies]

It was an hour before closing time when Acosta arrived at the school. The pupils are still inside their classes, taking their last subject for the day. Acosta had to wait.

He went to the amusement park of the school and sat on the swing chair, dropping the bag of goodies he brought beside him.

He quickly punched a text to Allison.

Acosta: In Peach’s school.

Allison’s call entered immediately, and he slid green fast.

It’s a video.

“Wait… video?” Allison blinked on screen. “I swear I didn’t know!”

“It’s fine, and maybe I like it…” He smiled warmly.

Allison calmed… “Hm, you’re really there. I see the amusement park.”

“Yeah, you?” He asked. “You’re at an event? Meeting with a client?”

“Wait… you’re actually reading me?” She frowned playfully.

Acosta laughed.

“You’re very easy to read, Allison. If you’re not at work, you’re with Seraphina. Seraphina seems like she’s with her helper, so you’re definitely at work.” He said.

“I love my work and Phina, and it’s not a crime….” She shrugged.

“Of course, and your sis?” Acosta asked.

“Please don’t remind me of that money eater. She knows how to call me when she needs money, but she dislikes when I ask the slightest thing about her life. I mean… we’re sisters but she barely lets me see her. And she hates Phina too, like who does that? She also went to Miami with a school friend without even telling me, Acosta. That girl is crazy.”

Acosta bursted into laughter, loud and genuine.

Allison blinked, wondering why.

“I asked about Bexley, but you said like ten lines. You’re a talkative, Allison. Do you know?” He said.

“But Phina likes my talkativeness, so get used to it too!” She chirped.

“Of course, Miss Hart. “He stopped laughing. “How about you try to spend more time with your sis too. Try to make her see that Seraphina is a cool lady.”

“You think I haven’t tried?” Allison scoffed.

“Try again. Keep trying.” He nodded.

“Pops!!” Peach’s loud voice made his head turn back.

He saw her running towards him.

“I’ll leave you to your daughter now.” Allison cut the video.

Acosta stood and crouched so Peach could hug him.

“My teacher said he saw you here, so I ran here!” She gushed. “Why did you come when we still have an hour before closing time?”

Acosta broke the hug and gestured at the bag of goodies.

Peach lunged for it and tore it open.

“Ice cream! Cake!!” She jumped excitedly, but her excitement immediately died. “Mum said I shouldn’t —”

“She’s not here, and I won’t tell.” Acosta assured.

“You won’t?” She looked up.

“Pinky promise,” he gave her his pinky finger, and she linked hers.

She sat on the swing chair, and Acosta sat beside her, watching her devour the goodies.

She stroked her hair.

“How’s classes these days?”

“Not so good,” she licked her lips. “You know the girl I stabbed has been transferred to another school, but another scholarship girl is here to take her place. She’s brilliant too, and now she’s leading the class again. I feel like stabbing her too.”

“No, Peach.” Acosta quickly knelt in front of her. “You don’t have to hurt others before winning. You’re brilliant too. You have to believe me. You can even try to make friends with the new girl.”

“Mum said none of my classmates are my level. Can’t make friends.”

“No, Peach. We’re all humans, that binds us together, not the level of wealth. Peach,…”

“I’ll try if you promise to bring ice cream and cake again this time tommorow.” She said.

“Deal.” He kissed her hair.

They spent their remaining minutes there till closing time arrived, and Acosta drove them out of the school.

They’ve barely drove for three minutes when Kimmy’s car double-crossed his car.

Acosta had to stop.

Kimmy jumped down from her car, and Acosta stepped down too.

Kimmy’s hand hooked around his neck without warning, pushing him against his car. His front mirror broke, fell and shattered.

He didn’t touch her nor made a move.

Peach came down from the car too.

“Mum!!” She screamed.

“Where have you been since yesterday with your location off? Are you cheating on me???” Kimmy demanded, eyes slashing.

Acosta stayed quiet, folding his hands and cautioning himself as usual.

“Mum!!” Peach yelled again. “Dad has been sleeping in his car since yesterday, scared to come home cos he thought you’d get mad and grandma and granddad would talk down on him again!!” She lied.

“What!” Kimmy’s hand left Acosta’s neck immediately. “Costa? You’ve been sleeping in your car?”

Acosta straightened, secretly giving Peach a thumb up.

—

[Kiss Fashion Clan – 7PM]

Dora’s head has been ringing all day.

Not with headache, but with throbs she can’t even understand.

All cos of Bexley.

She thought of various ways to end Bexley’s life, and they all seem too appealing she doesn’t even know which one to pick.

She’s going to kill Bexley with her own hands and send her body over to Graves Memorial Estates for Saint.

She fired her staffs like crackers before, but today, she has been overdoing it.

She can’t stop.

At 7, she hasn’t cleared half of her workload. She hasn’t reviewed the new designs. She has been by her desk, boiling and firing.

“Prepare to close the store! I’m going home… I’ve had enough!” She suddenly yelled.

“But…one of our regular customer is at the second floor, shopping excessively with her boyfriend.” A staff said.

Dora looked up.

“Regular?” Dora frowned.

“Yeah, she came with the popular biker boy of Asphalt Kings.”

“Did you just say Asphalt Kings?” Dora stood slowly.

She pushed the staff out of the way and rushed into the elevator, riding to the second floor.

Coming out of the elevator, she was face-slapped by the ongoing show.

Saint and Bexley!

They’ve filled two carts with things for Bexley, and now they’re on the third. Bexley isn’t walking, she’s on Saint’s piggyback, screaming and eating lollipop as she pointed at what she wants from the designer glasses.

She wore black long-sleeve top that’s turtlenecked, and long baggy denim pants, covering her up.

“That one… Saint! That one!” She pointed at another glass.

“This?” Saint brought out the jimmy choo shoes in that glass.

“Yeah…I want that..” she kissed his head on the top.

“Anything for Bex.” Saint laughed, adjusting her on his back before dropping the shoes in their cart.

He wore a shirt for the first time in many months—a yellow shirt. He even matched with her baggy jean.

“Yeah, anything for Bexley…” Bexley laughed behind him.

“That one!” She pointed at another glass wish has designer shades.

“You want shades?” Saint stopped. “The only person I know who wears shades in this city is tasteless.”

“But I’m not tasteless, mi carino.” Bexley came down from his back. “I’m different, no shades.”

“No shades, mi vida.” Saint laughed.

He picked two black shades, wore one for himself and wore her the second one.

Before he knew it, Bexley pecked him on the lips, shortly.

Saint turned her around and touched her butt, pressing.

Dora by the door of the elevator got blurry eyes immediately.

She got back into the elevator and began hitting her head on the wall.

Till her face became bloody.

—

[Valhalla Club – 10PM]

When Dean was picked up at his estate by new Valhalla Serpents and the Frontman, he knew he had taken the second important step.

When he was led into Valhalla Club grounds after a thirty minutes drive, he knew he took the second important step, and when he was ushered into the core room where he saw the Billionaires, he knew he made it.

Nearly all rich people in this city are here, and a lot from other countries. Even those who’re still millionaires, yet to become billionaires are here.

So far you’re here, it’s guaranteed that you’ll be a billionaire.

That’s the lore.

He knew all the faces, and they all held hostility against him which he understands.

He didn’t commit all sins, but they committed all. It’s normal to be mad at the preferential treatment.

But he doesn’t care.

He saw Genevieve and Marley glaring like they want to mangle him.

He took off his shirt and climbed the middle table where Xero stood.

Xero is masked now, and he held a wireless tattoo needle.

Dean went down in front of him, and Xero got to work on the tattoo.

He turned on the noiseless tattoo machine and began drawing the legendary V on Dean’s back.

There are camera lenses in his eyeballs as he did the tattoo, and he’s sure the real Leader is watching now.

Dean hardened his bones, mouth clenching on nothing.

He already succeeded in making everyone think he let go of Seraphina by announcing his wedding to Kelly.

Now he’s getting initiated.

His next step won’t be expected at all.

He’s so back.

—

[Three Days Later – Atlanta – A Gravesite]

The site is silent except for the chirping of small birds on top of tombstones and the leafless trees.

The breeze barely touched Ruth on her wheelchair where she sat.

She wasn’t discharged from the hospital cos her leg had to go through serious surgery which required her to stay bedridden for months, but she refused to stay that way.

She was once bedridden for months after Tobias sent Odds to waterboard her years ago. She’s not gonna get bedridden again, ever.

So she came here, to her mum’s burial.

She refused to let anyone else attend with her. It’s just her on her wheelchair.

Mrs. Beaufort’s body was found two days ago cos Vince probably made a report, and the cause of her death was reported to be intense forceful hits to her face and throat.

Now, cops are investigating her death, as if they’re going to find anything. It’s Tobias St. Graves anyways. He has never been caught.

But not this time.

The cops mightn’t catch him, but her brother will.

She picked up her ringing phone, sliding the green when she saw it’s her brother Vince.

“Hello?” She picked.

“I’ll be with you soon, had to visit the Whitehouse first to discuss few things with the President.” Vince informed. “And I also had to go somewhere else.”

Ruth wiped her tears.

“I understand, just be fast.”

“Bet.” Vince crooked.

—

[NYC – A Hotel Hall]

Seraphina looked at herself in the mirror for the tenth time, wondering if she looks ok enough.

It’s her big day, she can’t make any mistake even with her looks.

Her dress didn’t hug her figure. It’s a free shiny black dress but short with Alexandria chains in front of it, pushing her breàsts up.

She rubbed oil on the cleavage to increase the shine, and she checked the mirror again, confident.

“I’m good to go.”

She only told Tobias about her interest in auctioning her next one-of-it’s-kind crochet, and he didn’t waste time three days ago.

After that insane fûck by the pool wall, he got to work immediately.

He made sure the auction announcement reached wherever it could reach, and even places it couldn’t reach, he forced it in.

He invited people.

Not just people.

Important, Important people.

Allison handled the auction event planning of course, and everything fell in place so fast she still can’t believe this is happening.

Allison entered, all smiles.

“Baby!!” She screamed.

“Mamacita!” Seraphina drew her in a tight sisterly hug.

Allison’s height covered hers since she’s much taller, and the heels.

“Congratulations on your first auction, first born. The first crocheter to auction! I’m so proud of you!”

“Stop calling me your first born!” Seraphina broke the hug with a grin, taking the flowers Allison brought.

“Tobias is definitely the best D in town right now. He doesn’t just fûck, but he spoils too. You should see the wealthy fuckin’ people in the hall outside, they’re all foreigners, waiting to see your auction.” Allison said.

“Seriously?” Seraphina blinked.

“You’d be shocked! And thank you for getting me to plan this event, it polished my portfolio.” Allison added.

“Who else would do?” Seraphina rolled eyes playfully.

“So…when is your first date with him?” Allison asked.

“Told you he just wants to fûck and…”

“Just wants to fûck and he took you to his house?” Allison scoffed.

Seraphina bit her lip. Same person who has never fucked her in a bed? It’s always corny places like altar, club VVIP room, shelf, pool hall.

It’s like he’s maintaining the boundaries strictly.

“C’mon!” It’s time!” Allison pulled her out of her thoughts.

Seraphina gathered herself together and stepped out.

Getting outside, she was beyond shocked, gobsmacked.

The hall is a sea of wealthy foreigners she hasn’t seen before!

—

Outside, Tobias is just entering through the side door.

Jude and Migos and several other Odds lined behind him.

His earbud is intact his ear as he talked to Yalda who’s at home, tutoring Estelle about tomorrow.

“How’s it going?” He asked.

“She’s a tough bitch, I’m honestly impressed. I think she’ll easily enter the Empire to bug tommorow.” Yalda replied actively. “Since tommorow is Dean’s wedding with Kelly, it should be easier too. The Empire will be scanty with staffs.”

“Good, and the crocheting ads?” Tobias asked tightly.

“All ready to go online. You only have to give me the order.” Yalda said.

“Go on and blow it online after this auction.” Tobias rasped.

“Got you, Wrath.”

He removed his earbud and threw it. Jude caught it.

Migos opened the side door that led to the balcony of the hotel hall.

Tobias entered.

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The grand auction hall is occupied by billionaires, monarchs, collectors, fashion houses, and private museum curators who had crossed continents for this single evening.

At the center of the stage stood a circular pedestal concealed beneath cascading silk curtain. Four attendants in immaculate white gloves took their positions.

A single spotlight descended, and with synchronized moves, the attendants drew the curtain away, revealing the crochet dress.

It floated upon its mannequin like woven moonlight, every thread catching the light with an almost supernatural glow.

The lacework flowed in impossible harmony, as though thousands of butterflies had frozen mid-flight to become fabric.

The motifs melted seamlessly into the next without a single visible transition.

A murmur rippled through the audience.

Someone quietly stood.

Another lowered his bidding paddle, simply to stare.

Camera shutters erupted throughout the hall.

A spotlight descended on a narrator who paused before finding his voice in the center.

“Ladies and gentlemen… presenting Ethereal Genesis—the world’s only hand-crocheted couture masterpiece of its kind.” He began.

The guests began murmuring among themselves, whispering bids.

“It has been entirely handcrafted using Grade-AA Himalayan Mulberry Silk yarn spun with microscopic strands of white gold, reinforced with Japanese lotus-fiber silk and threads harvested from naturally golden sea silk—an impossibly rare marine fiber once reserved for royalty.”

“The embroidery is adorned with untreated Colombian emerald micro-beads, moonlit Australian South Sea seed pearls, Paraíba tourmaline crystal droplets, and hand-polished Ethiopian opals.”

“Every floral constellation is anchored with Argyle pink diamond dust sealed beneath transparent crystal resin, while the neckline and backline bloom with natural alexandrite gemstones that shift from emerald green to royal crimson beneath changing light.”

“The final finish was delicately infused with mother-of-pearl, granting the dress its celestial radiance without the use of synthetic shimmer. There are no machines involved. No replicated patterns. No duplicated stitch sequence.”

“There exists only one, and nd there will never be another.”

Silence reclaimed the hall. Not because there was nothing to say, but because language had failed them.

Then, from the front row, came the first applause, spreading like wildfire. Within seconds, the entire hall was standing. The ovation thundered.

Only then did the spotlight drift from the gown.

It settled on its creator.

Seraphina.

She rose with lethal poise which made the brilliance of her work shine even brighter.

The applause only grew louder. The guests didn’t even wait for the bidding to be pronounced to start officially before they began bidding.

“50 Million Dollars!”

Seraphina nearly screamed.

50 what?

The first bid??

“60!” The second bidder raised her paddle from a fashion brand.

“80!”

“100!”

“150!”

“250!”

Seraphina swallowed.

This is a crochet.

Her work.

It’s a crochet, not gold.

Why are they bidding so high?

Are they high?

She began turning around on the center, wondering what’s going on

“300!”

“370!”

At the velvet-draped balcony, Tobias stood with his army of Odds flanking him like royalties.

He smoked his cigarette with quiet grace, just staring at the ongoing.

“You’re not going to bid?” Jude asked suddenly.

“Tonight is for her to know her work worth, and they’re already doing that.” Tobias smoked.

“You mean you didn’t bribe these people to bid that high?” Migos asked.

“I didn’t bribe no fuckin body, Migos. Look at the fuckin crochet, and tell me if it’s worth lower than billions.” Tobias’s eyes rolled.

Migos went still.

“500!”

“650!”

“710!”

“900!”

“What the fûck!” Allison gasped, standing from her seat. “Why are they jumping? Geez! Money!”

“A Billion!”

“1.9B!”

“2.5!!”

And that was bid by a monarch from Cambodia.

“2.5!” He repeated.

That seems to be the highest bidder, and no one talked again.

Seraphina held her chest.

2.5 on her work? Gawddd…

But just when she thought everything was over, a voice broke the hall from the second balcony.

“9.9 Billion! I didn’t make it ten cos I’m the only one for Seraphina.”

The hall held it’s breaths.

Tobias was about to take another puff when he heard that, but his hand immediately stopped in front of his lips, eyes darkening.

Seraphina went still in the center of the hall too, cos she recognizes that damn unmistakable voice.

She does.

And she had a really quick remembrance of herself with this person in highschool, in his room.

He pricked her thumb with a pin, and he pricked his own thumb with a pin, too. Blood shot out of both thumbs.

Then she licked his blood from his thumb, and he licked hers too.

“It’s a covenant, that no matter what happens, we’ll always be together. You’ll always be mine.” He said.

“I’ll always be, no matter what. No matter how much you make me mad, so far you say you love me, I’ll be yours again. It’s a covenant.”

Then they hugged.

The memory made Seraphina’s head snap in that center.

She looked up at the second balcony, meeting his green eyes.

“Vince….” She muttered.

TBC