FORBIDDEN AFFECTION
For years, i have been hopelessly in love with my uncle, who has always been a comforting figure in her life. I know it's not right. Trust me, i do.
But my love is not a simple, innocent affection—it’s a dark, consuming obsession. My feelings for him have been building up for years. Distance can never be a barrier to my feelings for my uncle.
When i got accepted into college in my city, I seized the chance to move in with him, determined to be close to the man I love.
Living under his roof, my feelings grew deeper, and my desperation became more dangerous.
“He doesn’t see me. Not like I want him to. But damn it, I can’t stop wanting him.”
"I’d burn my whole world down if it meant he’d notice me for one second.”
There’s just one problem: My uncle is engaged to another woman.
“She doesn’t even know him the way I do. How could she be his wife? I’ve known him my whole life."
"No one can ever take him away from me. I have always been HIS, and I will surely make him MINE.
"MY UNCLE IS MINE"
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Chapter: Playing a dangerous game Elena’s POV The next morning came faster than I expected. I barely slept — my head kept replaying every single thing he’d said. “Do it wrong. But do it honestly.” What kind of man even says things like that? By 6:50 a.m., I was already in the hall again. No one else was there. Just the faint hum of the AC and the sound of my own heartbeat. At 7:00, he walked in. Black again. Same sleeves rolled. Clipboard tucked under his arm. His eyes flicked over me once. “You’re early. Again.” “You said not to be late.” He nodded slightly. “Good. Let’s see if yesterday was luck or progress.” I smirked. “You really don’t know how to compliment people, do you?” “I’m not paid to.” “Well, you could try being human for once,” I muttered under my breath. He heard it. Of course he did. “Humans get attached,” he said. “Judges don’t.” That stung more than it should’ve. I straightened and said, “Then stop looking at me like one.” His eyes met mine — sharp, unreadable. “Walk.”
Last Updated: 2025-11-03
Chapter: Teach meElena’s POV Later that afternoon, I barely touched my lunch. My mind was still stuck on him — Mr. Lex — and that cold, unreadable face he always wore. Everyone else from the show group chat was buzzing about how exciting the night had been. “Can’t believe we actually made it!” “Judges were so tough!” “Lex looked so fine!” Yeah. Fine. And terrifying. By noon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to talk to him. To say something. To prove that I wasn’t just another contestant who’d fade away after few show. So, I showed up at the rehearsal hall. He was there — of course — standing in front of a small group of models, giving sharp, clipped directions. “Posture. Shoulders back. Don’t walk like the floor owes you something.” His voice carried authority. Everyone obeyed instantly. When he finally turned and saw me, his brows drew together. “You again.” I swallowed. “Good evening, sir.” “Is there a reason you’re here?” “I wanted to talk,” I said quickly. “This isn’t
Last Updated: 2025-10-27
Chapter: Make Mr. Lex my allyElena’s POV Backstage was chaos — laughter, applause for other contestants, whispers about my performance. But I barely heard any of it. My ears were ringing with Mr. Lex’s words. “Lacked precision… I expected more.” It echoed in my head like a verdict. Not just a critique, but something heavier. Something that felt like a warning. I walked past contestants congratulating themselves, forcing a smile, but my hands were trembling. Every step felt heavier. My brush box felt heavier too. The dressing room was quiet when I slipped inside. I locked the door behind me and dropped onto the edge of the bed. My painting lay folded at the corner, unfinished. My chest was tight. I thought of Mr. Lex. That sharp look in his eyes when he spoke. Not a hint of pity. Only judgment. "Why the fuck is it soo hard to impress him." I whispered to myself. And suddenly, it hit me — what if that judgment wasn’t just about the painting? What if it was about my place in this competition? "No,
Last Updated: 2025-09-29
Chapter: Talent ShowElena’s POV “Go get my hat!” one of the contestants barked at her stylist. The poor girl scrambled, nearly tripping over a makeup bag. The room was chaos. Contestants chattered about how the crowd clapped for them, some bragging, some faking humility. One girl was still humming from her singing performance, another was juggling apples to show off. I sat in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection. My palms were sweaty. What am I even doing here? “Hey, Elena.” A girl in sequins leaned over. “What’s your talent again?” I forced a smile. “Painting.” Her brows shot up. “Painting? On stage? In front of everyone?” “Yes.” My voice cracked. She smirked, clearly amused. “Well… good luck with that.” She turned back to her group, whispering loud enough for me to hear. Laughter followed. I gripped the edge of my chair, fighting the heat rising to my face. “You’ll be fine,” another contestant, softer in tone, said from the corner. She was strapping on her dancing sho
Last Updated: 2025-09-29
Chapter: I’ve always been yoursLara’s POV I stared at him, refusing to look away. “Well?” My voice was firmer than I expected. Aiden leaned back, exhaling slowly, like the weight of my question pressed on his chest. His eyes darkened. “Lara… you don’t understand. I want you. god knows I do. But if I let this happen—if I let us happen—I’ll ruin you.” The words stabbed at me. My hands curled into fists on my lap. “Ruin me? Do you even hear yourself?” His jaw clenched. “Yes. Because being with me means your life changes forever. People will judge you, drag your name through the mud, question every move you make. You’ll lose things you don’t even realize you’re holding onto.” I shook my head, my voice rising. “You think my future is so fragile it can shatter just because of you?” “Lara—” “No.” I cut him off, leaning forward, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. “Don’t feed me excuses. My future isn’t something you can ruin. But it will be ruined if you’re not in it.” His lips parted, but I didn’t let him
Last Updated: 2025-09-29
Chapter: You’ve become tooLara’s POV His palm touched my cheek, warm and firm. My breath hitched. I didn’t move back. I couldn’t. His eyes locked on mine, unreadable, heavy. “Why are you so stubborn, Lara?” His voice was low. I swallowed hard. “Because I don’t back down from what I want.” His gaze sharpened. “And what is it that you want?” I didn’t answer at once. My heart pounded. I just stared. “Answer me,” he demanded softly, still holding my cheek. “I want you, Aiden ” I said finally, my voice steady. His hand tightened slightly on my face. Neither of us moved. The silence between us was louder than words. I didn’t flinch under his touch. My fingers curled against his wrist. "Lara listen, I__" I cut him off, not waiting to hear what he had to say. “You hear me, Aiden?” I said, voice low but firm. “I want you. And I’m not letting go.” His eyes darkened. “Lara…” “No,” I cut him off. “Don’t say it. Don’t tell me I can’t have you. I don’t care what you say or what you think.” I step
Last Updated: 2025-09-28
Chapter: Chapter 18: Useless Omega – Orion’s POV Kai was behind the wheel, eyes fixed on the road. Damn, that Kai looked dangerous. His presence was sharp, like a blade barely sheathed. Nora sat in the front beside him, quiet. That left me in the back seat with Cassian. Big mistake. The man’s aura was impossible to ignore. Even just sitting there, his presence pressed in from every side, steady and unrelenting. Beside him, I felt like I was being measured, judged, claimed—without him saying a damn word. I forced my gaze out the window, trying to think about the land, the project, anything. But my mind betrayed me, circling back to the way he’d kissed me, the way my body had betrayed me. Damn it. Were all Alphas from the North this impossible… this tempting? “—If you’re done with your daydreaming,” a hard voice cut in, dragging me out of my thoughts. I blinked, realizing the car had stopped. Cassian’s eyes were already on me, sharp and commanding. “Will you please get down from the car.” My throat tight
Last Updated: 2025-09-29
Chapter: Say you didn’t feel thatAnd Cassian knew it. He pulled back just enough to look at me, his lips still hovering dangerously close. His eyes burned into mine, dark and unrelenting, for a moment, I thought he might lean in again. I was still struggling to breathe normally, still reeling from the heat of his mouth, my fingers clinging to his shirt. He seemed calm. Controlled. Like he hadn’t just shattered every wall I’d built. “Say it,” he murmured, his breath hot against my mouth. “Say you didn’t feel that.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to answer. If I opened my mouth, the truth might slip out. Cassian smirked, the kind of smile that told me he’d already won. His thumb brushed the corner of my mouth—light, deliberate—like he was staking a claim. “Thought so.” Anger flared hot in my chest, cutting through the haze. I shoved him, harder this time, enough to put space between us. My palms pressed against his chest, and for a heartbeat, I swore I felt his pulse hammering too. “Don’t you dare,” I sn
Last Updated: 2025-09-04
Chapter: chapter 16: Unexpected kiss Orion – POV The knock came sharp against the door. My chest tightened before I even spoke. “Enter,” I said, keeping my tone steady. The door opened. Cassian walked in. He didn’t just enter—he owned the space. His eyes swept over the room like everything in it was already his. Including me. I stayed seated, watching. “Orion.” His voice was calm, almost casual, but the edge underneath made my pulse jump. I caught his scent before he reached the desk—clean, sharp, laced with power. Alpha. My hands curled into fists under the table. Hold it together. He didn’t get to see me slip. “You asked for this meeting?” I said, clipped, professional. A slow smile touched his lips. Not warm. Not inviting. But it stirred something low in me anyway. “I did.” He leaned against the desk, one hand on the polished wood, the other loose at his side. “I wanted to speak… privately.” My pulse stuttered. “About the joint operations?” His eyes cut to mine, sharp as a blade. “That, and
Last Updated: 2025-08-29
Chapter: Chapter 15: Deal finalized Orion Drevenhart – POV The words landed harder than I wanted to admit. If the North pulled out… if Cassian walked away… the South wouldn’t just lose an opportunity. We’d lose years. Everything our people had worked for would collapse—and with it, my promise to them. A coil of tension wound tight in my chest. Pride wanted to argue. Survival silenced it. Survival always won. I reached into my case and drew out the second document—Cassian’s original draft. Clean. Balanced. Fair. Power split evenly, jobs divided, no traps buried in the fine print. Sliding it across the table, I said quietly, “This is the version we’ll sign.” His eyes flicked to it. His face stayed unreadable, but the air shifted. Approval. Without a word, he lifted the pen. The scratch of ink against paper was soft, yet it sounded like a verdict. My pulse thundered as I rose and circled the table. Relief surged—sharper, heavier—carrying something I refused to name. Up close, I caught the scent of him. Sh
Last Updated: 2025-08-28
Chapter: Chapter 14: Finalizing ContractOrion Drevenhart – POV I hadn’t slept. Not really. Just short naps between long hours of reading, adjusting, and rewriting every paragraph of the agreement. My head ached. My eyes were heavy. But I couldn’t afford to get this wrong. Every word mattered. The North was too strong, too polished, too dangerous. If I didn’t lock down the terms tightly enough, the South would lose more than land. We could lose control. My desk lamp cast a pool of warm light over the documents, while the rest of my suite was sunk in heavy shadow. It was past 4 a.m. when I sat back, my fingers stiff from typing and annotating. The edits were done. The contract now had stricter clauses and the North will have to agree to them. No military involvement. No override power from the North. All hiring had to prioritize Southern citizens. Most importantly, the land remained under Southern ownership—and technically, under me. This was the only way my uncle and the Council would accept the 50/50.
Last Updated: 2025-08-11
Chapter: Chapter 13: Convincing my uncle and the Southern council Orion Drevenhart – POV The car was quiet as it drove through the morning fog. I sat in the back seat, staring out the window, deep in thought. My hands rested on my lap, but my mind was spinning. The silence inside the vehicle felt heavier than usual, thick like the mist curling around the trees. The driver said nothing. Even the radio was off — just the low hum of the engine and the occasional crunch of gravel under the tires. I welcomed the stillness, though. It matched the storm building inside my head. I was on my way to meet my uncle and the Southern council. And I had one goal. Convince them to accept the 50/50 deal Cassian offered. I didn’t want to accept it at first. I still didn’t love it. But the truth was simple: we needed that deal. It’s not that the South was weak or poor. We had resources. We had land. We had money. But when it came to technology, the North was far ahead. Cassian’s company had the best systems, the best workers, and the most advanced tech
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
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