Sweet Sin - S01 E179

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Sweet Sin - S01 E179

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 179

[Club Frontman’s House]

Bexley is still in front of the house, refusing to leave unless Frontman gave her what she wanted.

Frontman left her in front of the house and went in an hour ago, deciding it was best to leave her alone. If she gets tired, she’d leave.

But she never left.

So he came out of the house again, frustrated.

“Who the fûck were you talking to on phone few minutes ago? You sounded like you were transferring your frustrations and pain on the person. Whoever it is…” He scoffed.

Bexley stood to him.

“You must surely have something, Frontman. I don’t give a fuvk about that club anymore, it’s in shambles now anyways, but they must pay for always treating me poorly. First, Dora attacked me and they refused to get justice for me…I even got suspended. Now, Kelly is to take my place?”

“What the fûck are you talking about?” Frontman sighed. “The club is in crisis, and I don’t even think Kelly will be able to get in. It’s—”

His phone buzzed, interrupting his speech. He got the phone out and checked the notification.

“No…” He muttered, the shock in his eyes massive. “No…no….”

Bexley moved closer, checking what’s up with him on his phone.

There, she saw Williams St. Graves book reading on the news.

Uncle Will barged into a news outlet station some minutes ago and is now personally on the news with a secret document that has the names of the Valhalla Club members and the sins they committed to get in the club.

The highlight is the kill sin.

Especially the Genevieve and Marley one. It’s heavy.

“No…..” Frontman muttered again, but Bexley laughed out derisively, too overjoyed.

“Yes!!! Bitch, yes!!!”

“Did you see this?” Frontman showed him her phone.

Not only the Billionaires and their sins were revealed, but also the faces of the club creator…Madam Shine.

The current leader… Vince St. Graves.

The right-hand man Xero.

The faces of the Serpents, Frontman, and Delilahs.

Now, not only the Delilahs faces were revealed. Their nakedness was in the file, and Uncle Will shoved everything into the camera.

Bexley’s picture was the largest.

Bexley’s eyes widened.

“No….” She swallowed, facing the Frontman. “That’s not real, right?”

“I have to get outta here!” The Frontman rushed inside.

Bexley stood there, frozen, feeling stripped and bare.

Her nakedness is out there.

She’s exposed for all NYC.

She was so deep into her shock that she didn’t notice her ringing phone.

The phone rang till the end at first, then it started the second ring.

She dug it out and picked the unknown number call.

She brought the phone to her ear without talking.

“This is a check in call from Redd Family Hospital mortuary. We just received a body identified as Allison Hart, and findings show you’re her only fami—”

“Rewind,” Bexley muttered, her body going completely cold.

“Miss Bexley Hart?”

“Rewind!!!!” She screamed mindlessly. “Who the fûck died? Who the hell did you say—”

And that was when a police car drove to a sharp stop in front of the house.

At the same time, Frontman came out of the house with a small bag containing his needed belonging.

“Shit!” He cussed, trying to run, but he was captured before he could hit the curb.

Bexley was grabbed too, and her phone fell from her, but her coldness didn’t even allow her struggle.

The cops pulled her from behind, and as she was dragged to the car, her eyes stayed on the phone on the ground like she’s still finding it hard to believe the news.

But as the cuffs were snapped on her wrist, her mouth opened.

“Allison!!!”

She tried running back to the phone like it’s Allison laying there, but she was dragged back by the strong hands of the cops.

Her throat opened.

“Allison can’t be dead!!! She can’t be…can’t be..dead!!!!!!”