DIARY OF A FORBIDDEN LOVE
BLURB
A collection of heartfelt forbidden love stories.
These are emotional tales of secret feelings, unexpected connections, and the gentle pull of the heart that challenges what is right.
From a young woman developing feelings for her father’s best friend, to a patient finding comfort in her family doctor, a stepdaughter growing close to her stepfather on a long family trip, a shy boy navigating new emotions toward an older man, and a young woman drawn to her priest, each story explores the quiet longing and deep affection that blossoms in the most complicated situations.
Welcome to Daddy’s Girl, where love finds a way against all odds.
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Chapter: My Mother’s BestFriend! 7Chloe’s povBy midnight the house was completely still and locked. Every light downstairs was off.The porch door was secured.The only sound left was the quiet hum of the air conditioner and our breathing in the guest room. Elena never went back to the idea of sleeping alone.She stayed right where she was, naked and warm against me, one leg still thrown over my hip, her mouth still tasting like the last place it had been.She lifted her head from between my thighs after the second time she made me come on her tongue.My fingers were still tangled in her hair. My other hand covered my own mouth because the second orgasm had nearly broken the rule about staying quiet.She wiped her chin on the inside of my thigh and crawled back up my body until we were face to face again.“You’re not sending me to the other side of the bed,” she said.“I wasn’t planning t
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Chapter: My Mother’s BestFriend! 6Chloe’s povWe stayed tangled in the dark exactly like that, her weight still half on top of me, legs hooked around mine, skin sticky where our cunts had rubbed together.The air in the guest room smelled like sex and sweat and the faint leftover wine on our breath.Elena’s forehead rested against mine for a long time after the last tremor left her body. Neither of us moved to clean up or pull the sheet over our naked skin.My tank was still shoved up under my arms and my shorts lay somewhere on the floor.Her bare tits rose and fell against my chest with every slow breath she took.“This ruins everything,” she said finally, voice quiet but steady.I kept my hands on her lower back, fingers tracing the damp curve of her spine. “I already decided it was worth it.”She lifted her head enough to look at me in the thin moonlight coming through the curtains. “You say
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Chapter: My Mother’s BestFriend! 5Chloe’s povElena’s hands left my waist and shoved my shoulders hard.I fell back onto the mattress with a soft bounce, legs still hanging off the edge.She climbed on right after me, knees bracketing my hips, and pinned me down with her full weight.The guest-room bed creaked once under us. Moonlight cut across her face and showed the hungry set of her mouth.“Stay quiet,” she whispered. “The walls in this house are thin and I am not explaining this to anyone.”She yanked my tank up over my tits and left it bunched under my arms.Her own tank came off next and landed somewhere on the floor. Bare skin met bare skin when she lowered herself again.Soft heavy tits pressed against mine, nipples dragging slow across my chest while she ground down.The wet crotch of my shorts met the heat between her legs and we both sucked in air at the same time.
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Chapter: My Mother’s BestFriend! 4Chloe’s povBy nine the second bottle sat empty on the porch table and the sky had gone fully dark. The only light came from the kitchen window behind us and the soft yellow bulb over the back door.Elena’s glass was dry and so was mine.The air had cooled enough that my nipples stayed tight against my tank and every small breeze made the wet fabric of my shorts cling colder between my legs.We had talked for hours, filthy admissions, half-laughs, long stretches of silence where her hand kept finding my thigh and staying there.Elena stretched and set her empty glass down with a soft clink. “We should stop.”I looked at her. “Stop what?”“This. The talking. The touching. Before it turns into something we can’t take back.” Her voice was steady but her eyes were not.They kept dropping to my mouth and the damp spot she knew was still there. “Your
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Chapter: My Mother’s BestFriend! 3Chloe’s povBy six the kitchen was cleaned and the leftover chicken sat in the fridge.Elena grabbed the second bottle of wine from the counter and held it up with a raised eyebrow.“Porch or couch?”“Porch. It’s cooler out there now.”She nodded and I followed her through the sliding door into the soft evening air.The backyard was quiet except for the distant hum of a neighbor’s mower and the occasional bird.We sat on the cushioned bench that faced the empty lawn, close enough that our thighs touched the second we settled.Elena twisted the cork out with a soft pop and poured two generous glasses.The wine was darker than the first bottle, almost purple in the fading light.“Drink,” she said, handing mine over. “You’ve earned it after all that talking in the kitchen.”I took a long sip and felt the warmth slid
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Chapter: My Mother’s BestFriend! 2Chloe’s povBy three we were in the kitchen again, this time with actual food on the counters.Elena had decided we needed real dinner instead of just chips and wine, so she pulled out chicken, peppers, onions, and a cutting board while I grabbed the oil and the big pan.The afternoon heat still hung in the house even with the AC running, and both of us had peeled off a layer.She wore a thin white tank that clung when she moved, and I stayed in my shorts and the same tank from earlier.Every time she shifted I caught the soft bounce of her tits under the fabric and my mouth went dry all over again.“Are you any good with a knife or should I handle the chopping?” she asked, already slicing an onion with quick clean strokes.“I can manage. Just tell me what you want cut.”She pointed with the tip of the knife. “Peppers. Thin strips. And try not to stare at my chest the
Last Updated: 2026-08-18
THE BILLIONAIRE WHO THREW AWAY HIS VIRGIN WIFE
On their wedding night, billionaire Alexander Voss is shown what appears to be undeniable proof that his new wife, Elena Hart, lied to him about being a virgin.
Furious and humiliated, Alexander refuses to hear her explanations. He accuses Elena of betraying him, destroys her trust, and ends their marriage before it has even begun.
Heartbroken, Elena walks away from the billionaire who once made her believe in fairy tales. But she refuses to let one man’s cruelty define her.
Over the next eighteen months, Elena rebuilds her life from the ground up. She finds her confidence, grows her career, and eventually meets Daniel Reyes, a successful architect who gives her something Alexander never did: patience, respect, and a love that never makes her feel as though she has to prove her worth.
For the first time, Elena feels safe enough to love again.
Then Alexander discovers the truth.
The evidence that destroyed his marriage was fabricated, and the woman he threw away was innocent all along.
Now Alexander wants Elena back.
But there is one problem.
She is no longer the broken woman he left behind.
She is married to another man.
As Alexander fights desperately to undo the damage caused by his pride, Elena must decide whether the past deserves another chance or whether the greatest act of love is finally choosing herself and the man who never made her question her worth.
Some mistakes can be forgiven.
Some wounds can heal.
But some choices come too late to take back.
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Chapter: Chapter 55Elena’s povDaniel was too quiet.We had been at the café for twenty minutes before I noticed it properly, the way he kept turning his cup without drinking, the delayed answers, the careful stillness in his shoulders. It wasn’t far. It was restrained with a pulse under it.“You’re angry,” I said.He looked up. “Yes.”The honesty was immediate. No denial. No softening for my benefit.“About what I told you.”“Yes.” He exhaled through his nose. “I’ve been trying to keep it off you since the other night. It isn’t your job to manage my reaction to what was done to you.”“I’d rather see it than feel it sitting between us unnamed.”He nodded once, as if he’d expected that answer and still needed a second to accept the invitation. “All right. Then yes. I’m angry. Not at you. At the fact that a man looked at fabricated papers, ignored your voice, and threw you out of your own wedding night like you were a clerical error. That kind of certainty used as a weapon makes me furious.”The words la
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Chapter: Chapter 54Elena’s povWe were on Daniel’s couch after dinner when I realized the partial version was no longer enough.He was sorting through a stack of mail on the coffee table. Ordinary posture. Ordinary evening. The kind of quiet that had become safe enough for harder truths.“I need to tell you more about the marriage,” I said.He stopped sorting and looked at me. “All right.”“Not everything. I’m not ready for everything. But more than I gave you before.”“I’m listening.”I stared at my hands for a second, then forced myself to start before the old instinct to minimize could take over.“We got married. That same night, in the penthouse, he put a folder on the table. Photos. A clinic record. Messages that looked like they belonged to me. He accused me of lying about being a virgin. He said the evidence proved I’d been with someone else before him.”Daniel didn’t interrupt.“I told him it wasn’t true. That I’d never seen those papers. That the clinic form wasn’t mine and the messages weren’
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Chapter: Chapter 53Elena’s povMarcus’s name appeared on my phone just as I left the office. I almost rejected the call. Then I answered.“You’re persistent,” I said.“I wouldn’t call if it was nothing.” His voice was tighter than usual. “Alexander met with one of the original sources connected to the clinic file. I don’t know everything that was said. I know enough.”I stopped near the station stairs. “Why is this my problem?”“It isn’t. But it changes the shape of things, and I’m tired of watching this happen in silence.” He exhaled. “Alexander asked direct questions about the intake form and the timestamp. The answers he got were smooth. Too smooth. Polished in a way that didn’t sound like memory. More like preparation.”“And?”“And he noticed. He didn’t explode. He didn’t accuse anyone. He just went quiet in the particular way he does when something stops adding up and he hates that it stops adding up.”I leaned my shoulder against the railing. “So now he has suspicion.”“Real suspicion,” Marcus sa
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Chapter: Chapter 52Elena’s povWe were walking along the river path after coffee when Daniel said, “Can I ask you something that isn’t a trap?”I glanced at him. “That’s an aggressive preamble.”“I learned from experience.” He pushed his hands into his coat pockets. “When you picture a good life five years from now, what does ordinary look like for you?”Not what do you want from me. Not where is this going. Just ordinary.“Work that still feels like mine,” I said after a moment. “A home that doesn’t require performance. People who tell the truth even when it’s inconvenient. Enough quiet to hear myself think.” I watched a runner pass us on the left. “I used to think the future had to be impressive to count. Now I think it just has to be livable on purpose.”Daniel nodded. “That makes sense.”“What about you?”“A life where my work doesn’t swallow the rest of me whole. A place that’s lived in, not staged. Someone who doesn’t need me to be impressive every day in order to stay.” He paused. “And honesty
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Chapter: Chapter 51Elena’s povI was in the middle of a transition meeting when my phone buzzed with a number I didn’t recognize. I ignored it. It rang again after the meeting ended. This time I answered.“Elena Hart?”A woman’s voice, smooth and carefully pleasant. “Yes.”“My name is Lila Grant. I work in private client relations for a records consultancy that occasionally supports the Voss office. I’m calling because an old verification thread connected to your name has been reopened internally, and I was asked to confirm whether you had any additional personal documentation that might clarify a clinic file from last year.”The language was too polished. Too rehearsed.“I’ve already told multiple people from that office not to contact me about those documents,” I said. “Lawyers only.”“Of course. I completely understand. This isn’t a formal legal request. It’s simply an attempt to keep the internal record consistent. Sometimes when older files are reviewed, small supporting notes help prevent unneces
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Chapter: Chapter 50Elena’s pov“I still can’t believe we bought this much fruit,” I said, shifting the grocery bag against my hip as Daniel unlocked his apartment door.“You said you wanted options for breakfast.” He pushed the door open with his shoulder. “Options have volume.”His place was exactly what I expected once I saw it properly, clean lines, too many project rolls on the dining table, a kitchen that looked used rather than displayed. I set the bags down and started unpacking while he put water on for coffee. There was no performance in any of it. No careful hosting. Just two people putting groceries away on a Saturday morning.“You don’t have to rearrange your shelves for me,” I said when he moved a stack of bowls.“I’m not. You’re taller than the last person who helped me unload groceries, and that was Isabella, who complains when she has to stretch.”“So this is logistics.”“Everything is logistics if you let it be.”We made eggs and toast and ate at the counter because the table was cove
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Chapter: Chapter 106: June’s GlovesDerek’s POVCampus in the second week of term had the particular energy of people who still believed the semester might stay organized. Bulletin boards thick with flyers. Lines at the coffee cart. Someone from my literature seminar waved without committing to a conversation. I waved back and kept moving toward the library, the printed schedule from registration already soft at the folds in my pocket.June’s gloves were in my bag. I hadn’t planned that. In the morning I had reached past them on the shelf for a notebook and ended up putting them in the front pocket instead, the leather worn soft, the cuff still slightly stretched from her hands. They didn’t belong on a university campus. They belonged on a far-section grid with mud in the seams. Carrying them anyway felt less like sentiment and more like keeping a fact close proof that I had been someone who fixed marginal seals instead of forcing them through.The library’s third floor was half empty. I took a table near the windows
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Chapter: Three ChairsChapter 105 Derek’s POVMom set the time for late afternoon and told me in the morning, plain and without negotiation. Two hours. Kitchen table. Marcus arrives at five, leaves when she says leave. I texted him the terms before noon and got a one-line confirmation back. No questions. No attempt to soften the frame.I spent the middle of the day on campus dealing with a reading list and a librarian who remembered me from before the program and asked if I had been traveling. I said yes and didn’t elaborate. At four I was home again, washing the mugs that had accumulated in the sink, more for something to do with my hands than because the sink required it. Mom came in from the clinic at four-thirty, changed her shoes, and set three glasses of water on the table without asking if anyone was thirsty.“Don’t brief him at the door,” she said. “I want what I get, not what you’ve rehearsed.”“I won’t.”Marcus knocked at five exactly. Mom opened the door. From the kitchen I heard the short exc
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Chapter: Across TownChapter 104Derek’s POVI dealt with registration first. The university office smelled like paper and dust. I stood in line, signed what needed signing, confirmed the research credit would apply, and walked out with a printed schedule for next term folded in my back pocket. The errands after that were ordinary groceries, a new bar of soap, the kind of small restocking that made the apartment feel less like a place I had only returned to and more like a place I was living in again. By early afternoon the bag loops on my fingers had left red marks and I had run out of ways to delay what the day was actually for.I texted Marcus from a bench near the market.I can come by if you’re free. Not for long.His reply was almost immediate.I’m here. The door code is the same as before. Don’t rush the walk.I didn’t rush. The temporary building sat on a quieter street than ours, brick and narrow windows, the kind of place people lived when their lives were between definitions. I had been here o
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Chapter: The Table AgainChapter 103Derek’s POVI woke to the sound of the kettle and the thin light of a weekday morning. For a few seconds the ceiling looked like the site housing and my body expected an alarm and a pack. Then the apartment revolved around me, the desk, the closet with June’s gloves on the shelf, the familiar crack in the plaster near the door and the expectation drained off.Mom was already in the kitchen when I came out. She had set two mugs on the table and a plate of toast that had gone slightly cool. She didn’t ask how I had slept. She nodded at the chair across from her and sat down with her hands wrapped around her mug like she needed the heat more than the tea.“Registration letter is on the counter,” she said. “Next term deadlines. You should deal with it today before it grows a personality.”“I will.”“Good.” She drank. The clock ticked. Outside a truck backed up with its warning tone and then moved on. “I said I wouldn’t start anything last night. I’m starting something now. No
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Chapter: First Night HomeChapter 102 Derek’s POVMom stepped aside to let me in. The hallway looked the same, same light, same scuff near the baseboard but the air had the particular quiet of a place that had been running without me. She didn’t reach for the bag. She waited until I set it down inside the door, then pulled me into a brief, firm hug that ended before either of us could turn it into something heavier.“You look like you worked,” she said.“I did.”“Good.” She glanced at the bag, then at my face. “Unpack. Shower if you want. There’s food in the kitchen. I’m not starting anything tonight. I need to see you in space for more than a minute before we open the rest of it.”“Okay.”“I mean it, Derek. Land first.”“I will.”She nodded once, as if she had needed to hear the words out loud, and went toward her room. The door didn’t close all the way. I stood in the entry with the bag at my feet and the apartment settling around me in layers of detergent, the faint leftover of coffee, the soft tick of th
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Chapter: The Road BackDerek’s POVThe transport pulled away from the site while the light was still thin. Through the window the low buildings slid out of frame one by one, the lab, the staging shed with its dented door, the path that led toward the far section. I kept my forehead near the glass and watched until there was nothing left but fields and the road.My bag sat between my boots. June’s gloves were folded on top of the clothes inside. I had checked twice before zipping it. The gloves still held the shape of work. Everything else in the bag was just proof that six weeks had fit into something I could carry.The other passengers talked in low voices or slept. A woman across the aisle scrolled her phone. Someone near the front ate from a paper bag and tried not to make noise. I didn’t put in headphones. The hum of the engine and the occasional rattle of the frame were enough. For the first stretch I didn’t think about much except the way my shoulders felt without a pack on them and the fact that m
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