Velvet Sin

Author: olivia Makata

Chapter 1 First Glance

Word Count: 604 | Released on: 19/06/2025

One – Fi

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ike oil paint and wi

slouching and start pretending you are not seventeen. My dress feels too tight, my lips to

, I tell

efore I

dark and expensive. His face isn't beautiful, not in the way most girls my age would describe, but it's... strik

he owns it. Or like he'

ourse she does. Her entire body

her laugh suddenly three no

is name i

world doesn't rush him. When he smiles at her, i

"This is my d

es mov

rything

etween us-something heavy and hot and wrong. He looks at me like he's

t offer my hand an

akes

His grip is firm. "Nic

his voice. Like a secret b

. "Yo

sness of the artist-but I don't hear any of it. Not really. All I hear is the blood rushing

my heartbeat. I wonder

work. Applause. Champagne. Awkward laughter. My mother disappears into

ear a painting of a fac

niel f

of us looking at the painting. The silence stre

he asks, low vo

makes me feel

says. "It's about exp

little. "You speak like

me then. A

all. Almost sad

. I know it. He knows it.

ll-loud and airy. "Bella, let's go. I want

back. Just

e says, professional now, ne

ply. But I can'

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“He walked into my mother's life like he belonged there. A tall man with a calm voice and unreadable eyes. He smelled like clean soap and sin, like whiskey sipped under expensive chandeliers. When he smiled at my mother, I noticed how his dimple only dipped on one side. When he looked at me, he hesitated-just a second too long for it to be innocent. That was when I knew I was in trouble. I was seventeen, old enough to know better, but young enough to feel everything all at once. He was thirty-eight, a respected architect who spoke in quiet words and made grown men listen. My mother called him her fresh start. But I couldn't stop staring. At dinner, I watched the veins in his hand as he held his wine glass. I memorized the way his lips curved around words like darling and sweetheart. My mother thought he was saying it to her. I let her believe that. But I knew. That first night, when he helped me carry the dishes, our hands brushed. He didn't pull away. And I didn't breathe. That was the night I fell in love with my stepfather.”