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Chapter 11
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2026-08-15 16:11:51
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A Pucking Lesson in Forbidden Chapter 82
Dahlia’s POVI stepped out of the car, the cool evening breeze catching the edge of my fitted black jumpsuit.My breath caught in my throat. The park was massive, an endless maze of dazzling yellow fairy lights, glowing archways, and a towering Ferris wheel that painted soft pastels onto the dark sky.Yet, the usual deafening roar of laughter, screeching children, and chaotic crowds was entirely absent. The silence was eerie, beautiful, and utterly surreal.I turned my head slowly, taking in the empty walkways, the unmanned game booths, the silent concession stands.He shut down an entire amusement park just for a casual night walk…A strange realization settled in my chest. Up until now, Alexander had felt like a distant, polite shadow—a polished boy playing political games. But seeing this, feeling the weight of effortless influence, made reality slam into me. He wasn't just a wealthy rival flirting with societal standing; he was on the exact same ruthless, untouchable tier as Vince
A Pucking Lesson in Forbidden Chapter 81
Dahlia’s POVThe soft knock on my bedroom door came just as I was slipping out of my robe."Dahlia?"My mother stepped into the room, leaning lightly on the frame before easing the door shut behind her. She moved slowly, her hand pressed flat against her side where the tight bandages bound her cracked ribs, but the exhausted look from the hospital had vanished."He's waiting," she said, her voice smooth, almost purring. She walked over to my walk-in closet, her eyes scanning the racks of designer clothes with practiced precision. "Alexander Black. I have to admit, Dahlia... I didn't think you had it in you to pull someone from that caliber of money."I reached into a drawer, my jaw tightening slightly.Pull someone…as if Alexander were a prize catch brought home from a hunt."We're just going for a walk, Mom," I said flatly, pulling a cute, slightly skimpy black jumpsuit off a hanger. "It's not a grand declaration.""Don't be naive, darling," she chided softly, pulling an emerald-gree
A Pucking Lesson in Forbidden Chapter 80
Dahlia’s POVThe sudden slam of the double doors sent a sharp jolt straight up my spine.I froze, my coffee cup hovering inches from my lips as footsteps echoed down the ruined foyer. My stepfather stormed into the dining room, his expensive suit rumpled, his face a dark canvas of pure, unadulterated fury.Right beside him was my mother, her hand clutched tightly over her wrapped ribs beneath her coat, her lips pressed into a thin line.An unbearable, suffocating awkwardness settled over the table instantly.I sat trapped between the two of them—Vincent sitting to my right, his bare chest bruised, his hands clumsily wrapped in bloody gauze while he aggressively chewed a pastry; and Alexander across from us, perfectly groomed, composed, and smelling of expensive cologne.My mother’s cold eyes swept over the shattered glass in the hall, taking in the absurd sight of us three sitting around a freshly set breakfast basket. Her gaze lingered on Vincent’s bandaged hands before finally landi
A Pucking Lesson in Forbidden Chapter 79
Vincent’s POVThe sky was white—a blinding, sun-bleached static that burned my eyes.I was standing on the back porch of the old beach house, the air thick with salt and the cold mist of the ocean. My mother was sitting on the wooden railing, her long dark hair whipping across her face in the wind. She was laughing, holding a worn copy of some book, turning to look at me with eyes that were soft and warm."Vincent," she called out, her voice floating over the crashing waves. "Come here, baby."I took a step toward her, reaching my hand out—and the ground gave way.The white sky turned pitch-black in a heartbeat. The soft ocean spray became heavy, suffocating water, pulling her off the ledge. Her laughter distorted into a jagged, terrified scream as dark water swallowed her whole.I threw myself over the railing, reaching for her fingers as she sank into the deep, but my hands only caught air. Blood bubbled up to the surface, staining the dark water, and her eyes stared back up at me t
A Pucking Lesson in Forbidden Chapter 78
Dahlia’s POVThe white halls of the hospital smelled faintly of bleach and rubbing alcohol, a harsh contrast to the suffocating silence of the private waiting room.My stepfather was pacing the floor like a caged animal. His jacket was gone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his face was twisted in a knot of pure rage. Every few seconds, he’d slam his fist against the armrest of a chair or run both hands through his hair, muttering curses under his breath."That's it," he snarled, his voice echoing off the clinical walls. "I'm done. I am fucking done covering for him. I'm pulling him out of the league, packing his bags, and sending him abroad. First flight to Europe. He can ruin his life somewhere else where my name isn't attached to it!"I sat on the edge of the small vinyl couch, my hands clutched tightly in my lap, saying nothing. The idea of Vincent being sent away—shoved across an ocean, scrubbed out of our lives—sent a strange spike through my chest. But I kept my express
A Pucking Lesson in Forbidden Chapter 77
Vincent’s POVI didn't go home. I couldn't.If I went back to that empty estate with her words looping in my head, I would have put my fist through a wall. Or worse."I'm going home with Alexander."It kept playing in my head. Over and over. She looked me in the eye, smiled and chose him. She let him put his hands on her. Let him take her away right in front of me. And left me standing in the dark like an idiot.I pulled into a club downtown. Threw the keys at the valet without looking. I walked straight to the VIP bar.Double shots of scotch. One after another until my throat stopped burning and just went numb. One bottle turned into two. The bass was shaking the floor. Neon lights flashing on strangers, but I didn't see any of them. All I saw was her. Her platinum hair. Her dark eyes. Her red lips. The lips that were supposed to be mine.By the time the bartender cut me off, the room was spinning. I was drunk. My legs felt like lead. I stumbled to my car and somehow made it back to
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