DIVINE SIN

“So Doctor Navarro, you really want to work with me?” His voice dripped with mockery. His new business partner sat beside him in the glass-walled cabin, watching silently.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Alright. But I have a condition.”

“What kind of condition? Oh… is it money? Don’t worry, I’ll invest as much as needed.”

“No,” he said flatly. “You already know I have another partner. If you want this deal, you’ll have to please both of us.”

I blinked, confused. “Please? What do you mean?”

His eyes darkened. “Sleep with both of us. That’s the deal.”

For a moment, I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Amaris, the man who once loved me so deeply, who used to protect me like I was a rare piece of diamond, now stood there throwing filth at me like a stranger.

“You want me to sleep with another man... with you?”

“Exactly.”

“...”

“Oh, don’t give me that look. You wanted this before, too. I just switched the man.”

I stared at him, my voice flat. “You’re pathetic.”

My mind was blank. My heart didn’t even bother to hurt.

If you wonder how it went this bad?? Let me take you in the world of Divine Sins

<Five Years Ago>

The bass of the music throbbed against Asterin Navarro’s skin as she stepped into the dimly lit nightclub. The air was thick with smoke, liquor, and desperation none of which interested her. Strobe lights cast flickering shadows over black marble floors and gold-trimmed booths, where bodies pressed too close, murmuring promises neither side planned to keep.

It wasn’t her usual kind of place. Too loud. Too chaotic.

Asterin wasn’t made for places like this.

At twenty-five, she was on the brink of becoming a surgeon, a profession she loved a profession she had bled for. Every hour spent in the operating room, every sleepless night studying, had sculpted her into something unyielding, calculated, powerful. She was one of the best interns in the university. That was the only version of herself she accepted. She had no patience for chaos. But that was not the only reason, she was the daughter of country’s most influential and powerful business man Damien Navarro who owns multiple businesses, but his main empire is Luxury Real Estate & Private Healthcare.

Why healthcare? How else would he get Asterin into business, and he did that using his shares in a prestigious private hospital as leverage.

But today Asterin hadn’t chosen the venue.

Mali, her best friend and fellow soon-to-be surgeon, had dragged her here, claiming they needed a “break”.

“Loosen up, Ter,” Mali teased, shoving a shot glass into Asterin’s hand. “Not everything is about surgeries and OR’s.”

Asterin barely glanced at the drink. Instead, she scanned the room with detached interest.

“Huh,says the woman who begged me to help her pass her anatomy exam last week after her earth-shattering three-month relationship fell apart.”

Mali rolled her eyes. “Exactly why you need a night off.”

Asterin didn’t argue. She wasn’t here for the drinks or the meaningless chatter. She had just been bored, bored of spreadsheets, bored of her father’s business deals which she was forced to attend, and most of all, bored of spending another Friday night staring at her condo ceiling.

So, she drank. Not for the thrill but just to feel something different.

The club had various services, it seemed. Half the male and female staff weren’t just bartenders or waiters! People whispered in corners, exchanging cash with subtle nods. Asterin wasn’t naive; she knew exactly what was being sold here.

She was about to turn away when she saw him.

Leaning against the far end of the bar, rolling up his sleeves with lazy precision, stood a man who didn’t quite fit the place. He was young, tall , six-one, maybe,broad-shouldered but lean. His dark hair was tousled, not styled, as if he didn’t bother taming it. But it was his eyes that caught her attention,amber-gold, sharp, too aware for someone working in a club like this.

Asterin tilted her head. Interesting.

“Who’s that?” she asked, twirling the rim of her glass between two fingers.

Mali followed her gaze, then smirked. “Oh, him? A newbie, That’s Amaris. He works here….helps with everything. But you know how this place runs…” She wiggled her brows.

Asterin frowned. “How?”

“Some guys here make their real money in the private rooms.”

Asterin studied him again. His posture was too relaxed. Too comfortable in the tension.

With a flick of her wrist, she called for a staff member.

“Bring him to me.”

The bartender hesitated. “Miss, I…”

One cold stare from Asterin and the hesitation vanished.

A few minutes later, he stood in front of her.

Up close, he was even more striking. His features were sharp, but there was something amused in his expression, like he had already guessed her intentions and wasn’t the least bit concerned.

“You called for me?” His voice was smooth, deep, almost bored.

Asterin crossed her legs, resting an elbow on the table. She’d opted for a sleek black cami, high-waisted jeans, and a high ponytail that accentuated the clean angles of her jaw.

“I hear you take private requests,” she said.

For the first time, something flickered in his expression…a slow, knowing smirk.

“And why exactly do you think I do?”

“Yes or no.”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he held her gaze. Silent. Challenging.

He wasn’t stupid to argue. He knew how this place worked. But that didn’t mean he’d enjoy being summoned like a toy. Also his boss’s voice rang in his head “One more mistake and I’ll kick you out my bar”

He came back to reality…just staring the lady in front him.

“I don’t like repeating myself,” Asterin said, voice cutting.

He tilted his head, watching her. Then spoke slowly.

“I’m high-priced.”

It was a dodge, a test. Asterin saw right through it.

She smirked. “I could buy hundreds like you.”

The moment stretched. His amber eyes didn’t leave hers.

Then he smiled. Not cocky. Not flirtatious. Just… pretentious.

“Then I guess I belong to you tonight.”

Mali choked on her drink.

But Asterin? Asterin laughed. Cold. Sharp. Unimpressed.

She reached into her purse, pulled out a wad of cash, and tossed it onto the table.

“See, Mali? Every man folds the moment money enters the room.”

Amaris didn’t touch the money. Didn’t speak. Didn’t move.

His fingers curled slightly at his side…just a twitch, but enough.

And for the first time in a very long time… Asterin felt something stir beneath her ribs.

She turned on her heel, Mali trailing behind her.

But even as she stepped into the night air, the bass fading behind her, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she hadn’t won that exchange.

That perhaps…just perhaps…she’d set something in motion she couldn’t control.

As they sat in the cab mali asked in frustration

“What was that Asterin?Why do you think every man is the same?”

But her question went unanswered because Asterin didn’t really care about what just happened,she was concerned about who this man is!

*Back at the club*

Amaris exhaled shakily as the women disappeared through the velvet-lined door. The laughter of the cold-eyed one still echoed in his ears, sharp as glass. He hadn’t expected kindness, but what he didn’t expect was the sting that followed her words.

~“I could buy hundreds like you.”~

He stared at the cash still sitting untouched on the table. His stomach twisted, not from humiliation but from the feeling of being less than. Of being treated like a cheap plaything just because he worked in a place like this. He wasn’t ashamed of the job,he worked hard, harder than most here,but that woman had looked at him like he was… disposable.

Amaris wasn’t poor; rather he was the son of Somchai Jirawat who owns Jirawat Group, a leading textile and fashion company but after falling into a coma, his second wife Geneva steals the business, forcing Amaris and his sister Lilibet into poverty. But that image wasn’t the image the outside world knew. For the world she was the kind wife and caring mother who married his father after his mother died due to illness and that’s how he ended up working here.

Yet he couldn’t do anything.He couldn’t throw the money back.Couldn’t snap back at her.

Because he needed this job. His little sister needed him to hold it together. One wrong move and they’d be scraping by on the edge again. Their stepmother was already tightening the leash at home, and he couldn’t afford to be reckless.

Dante, his senior and occasional roommate in the staff quarters upstairs, leaned against the wall nearby, chewing on a stir stick.

“She got to you, huh?” Dante asked, voice low, not mocking.

Amaris blinked. “I don’t even know her name.”

“You don’t have to,” Dante said. “Girls like that don’t come here for connection. They come to remind themselves they’re in control.”

Amaris didn’t answer. He didn’t have the heart to explain that it wasn’t her control that bothered him, it was the way she looked at him and then he stared down at his own hands that were tanned, calloused, despite being rich he is always working. Just For Survival.

But her eyes… they were still in his mind. Cool. Curious. Sharp.

Something told him this wouldn’t be the last time she came here.

And when she did… he wouldn’t be able to look at her the same way again.

Because no one had ever made him feel small and seen in the same moment.

And he didn’t know what to do with that.

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