Sweet Sin - S01 E137

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Sweet Sin - S01 E137

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 137

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[NYC – Hospital]

Bexley paced around, restless, digging her nails into each other.

Since she brought Saint here last night, she had been kept out. She can’t enter the ward.

She could only pace around restlessly like this and chew on her nails.

She removed two with her teeth already as a result of anxiety.

It all happened in a blur last night she couldn’t even register things well.

She had brought food for Saint.

She met Tino with him.

Tino wasted the food and slapped her, then he kissed Saint.

Saint punched him.

She slapped Tino twice.

Then hitmen came in, and in the shootout, Tino shot Saint.

After Tino did the shot, he fled.

The masked Memorial Estates staffs took Saint here with her, and since then, she had been locked out.

No access to Saint at all.

The Estate staffs filled the hallways, and they won’t even let her an inch close to the ward door.

She’s like a stranger here. The only person who actually talked to her was a female cop who said she was Yalda and asked questions from her since like an hour ago.

After then, she stood uselessly here, and her mind has been racing.

Why the fûck would Saint take that bullet in the first place?

The doctor came out of the ward, and she ran forward.

“Is he stable? Tell me something at least!!!” She yelled.

They didn’t respond to her.

“Where the hell is Saint’s ward?!” A new person entered the hall.

Bexley turned, seeing Dora Redd walking in like a bîtch.

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[An old Reservoir]

Tino’s nails are in his mouth here too, but he’s also crying profusely.

He had escaped the Memorial Estates narrowly last night after he did that shot and hurt Saint.

And it wasn’t intentional.

The shot was meant for that bitchass Bexley. Why would Saint take it?

Is he ok?

Is he stable?

He’s not dead, right?

He has been trying to make answers for these questions, but they’re not forming at all, and he’s worried.

Also, he’s scared.

Saint has two rich brothers, especially the scary ex-Priest.

If that one gets his hands on him, he’s surely gonna die.

He already kidnapped him once, and he doesn’t wanna experience it again.

Getting cellotaped? No.

He removed his shoes and looked down at his incomplete toes.

He had shot two of his toes when he kidnapped him back then, and now he has three toes on his right leg.

If he gets him again this time, he’s surely gonna shoot his face.

He thought of calling his mother, but Mrs. Hallows would judge him like crazy, so he dialled the line of the only person who wouldn’t judge him.

Xero picked immediately.

“You called,” his voice came.

“I need your help, dad.” Tino sniffled.

“Send me your address, now.” Xero replied instantly.

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[Redd Estate]

Once again, the estate is in chaos.

Kimmy’s video is everywhere, and the couple have been making calls to the media, hackers, cops, trying to get everything under control.

But it’s far out of their control now.

Kimmy’s dog fûck video is brutal.

Kimmy’s confession was loud and definitely not under pressure.

The media marked it as true.

Now, the family is under fire from the public for doing that to their daughter. The public are demanding answers, urgent answers.

Kimmy is still not found.

No one knows who took her.

The twenty-one anonymous accounts that posted the video are still under search. They haven’t been found.

And the family is in a crisis huger than anyone they’ve ever been in.

Press-con wouldn’t settle this one, and now they’re scared to go out.

They could only control the team searching for Kimmy from here.

Acosta is in, making every effort with them on the search, but inwardly, he couldn’t be happier.

Peach sat on a couch, crying. She saw a little part of the dogfuck too, and no one has been able to stop her overflowing tears.

“Call the cops again!!” Genevieve faced Acosta. “Call them!!”

Acosta stepped back to make the call, and while the line rang, he looked back at the stressed couple.

Since they disowned Seraphina, things have been going awry for them. From one crisis to another.

And the funniest part?

They aren’t noticing.

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[Seraphina’s Mansion]

Seraphina received her own share of the public attention too, but in a good way. She’s receiving sympathy.

Pity.

Fans flooded her DMs.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that, Seraphina.”

“You’re out of their grip now, I’m so happy for you, crocheting beauty.”

“Must have been so traumatizing. You’re a strong woman, goddamn of auctions.”

“You’re loved by your supporters, always remember that.”

“I love you, and I’ll always be your hardest fan.”

“We won’t rest till the Redd family goes down for that they did.”

“You have a family of fans that’ll always be here for you.”

“You’re the prettiest woman alive, Seraphina. You deserve every good thing alive and the purest love ever.”

“You’re a gem, Seraphina.”

Seraphina was driven to tears as she sat in bed, reading the comments.

She had to rush home from her building when the whole online shit started about Kimmy’s confession and the weird dogfuck.

It was posted by 21 anonymous accounts—an Odd number.

She just knew it was Odium behind it, and she was nearly driven to tears.

Tobias did this for her again?

Yeah, again.

Cos he has been doing much.

She wasn’t even expecting it, but here it was, shocking the hell out of her.

Out of all her secrets, the pregnancy was the one she buried deeper in her chest, hoping she’d grow the strength to let it out someday.

She didn’t even tell Allison.

She told no soul, cos each time she thought about it, she felt ashamed that she had abortion at 14.

Fine, she was forced to have it, but she still had it.

She wiped her face, thinking she had cried, but no tears.

She’s not crying.

Maybe she’s stronger than she thought. Maybe her fans were right.

She continued reading the comments.

Annika: You’re precious, Seraphina. If you were my big sister, I’d cherish you. I wish you were family, but even if you’re not, you’re still like family to me. I’m your number one fan, and thank you for surviving your family.

Seraphina frowned, thinking she knew this name.

“Oh…” She sounded. “The Uber driver daughter…” She smiled.

“Phina!!!” Allison’s screams filled the house from downstairs.

Seraphina rushed out of the room and climbed downstairs, meeting Allison in the living room.

She’s crying so much, face wet and snot coming out of her nose.

“Come here, silly.” She dragged Seraphina into a instant hug.

“Mamacita,” Seraphina muttered, hugging back slowly.

“How could you cut out that part? How could you not tell me he got you pregnant? How could my first born pass through so much and still stand so strong? How could…”

One would think Allison is the victim. She cried so hard her voice seized. She kept rubbing Seraphina’s back, petting her like her child.

“Abortion pill mixed with liquid soap at 14? Gawd…I’m traumatized…” Allison cried again. “I hope Kimmy dies, I hope Dora dies, hope Genevieve and Marley dies catastrophically and may their bodies never be found foreverrrr…”

“Calm down, Mama…” Seraphina rubbed her hair. “Calm down, I’m fine. Really…”

“No you’re not…” Allison sniffled. “If I had met you in highschool, I’d have killed Kimmy for you…”

Seraphina smiled fondly. “Of course, I know you love me.”

“I love you so much, Phina. Watch me protect you more from now on…” Allison broke the hug.

She wiped her own tears and hiccuped. “You’ll become so big that they’ll have to crane their necks to look at you. Their family is already falling, and it’s just the start.”

The doorbell rang, following her rushed words.

Seraphina got the door, and Jude’s face came to view.

“I was instructed to bring you to Lighthouse Gardens, Miss.” Jude said with a little now.

Her eyes brightened, her smile formed. “Tobias is back?”

Jude nodded once.

She rushed back inside, and Allison understood immediately.

“I’ll wait here till you’ll be back. Even if you spend the night with him and won’t come back tonight, I’ll still be here when you return tomorrow morning.” She promised.

Seraphina blew her kisses, and Allison returned it as Seraphina rushed upstairs to dress up.

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