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Brother's Despair
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2026-03-23 20:50:38
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HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE Midnight Mercy
I slipped out of bed after Lucas fell asleep, pulled on a thin robe, and padded barefoot through the dark corridors until I reached the terrace doors.The infinity pool glowed faintly under the moon, I saw a figure there, I squint my eyes. Camilla.She was there exactly as I had pictured her in the worst of my dreams: sitting alone on the edge, legs dangling in the water, white silk robe fallen open over bare skin. A half-empty bottle of rum rested beside her hip, no glass, a cap discarded somewhere in the shadows.I paused.After few minutes, I stepped onto the warm tile deck. She didn’t look up.“You’re late, I expected you hours ago.”I stopped five feet away. “How did you get in?”She gave a cracked laugh that ended in something close to a sob. “Your security is pathetic, darling. I paid the night guard two months’ salary and promised him a blowjob he’ll never forget. He opened the service gate like it was his birthday.” She lifted the bottle, took a long swallow, winced as it wen
HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE The Threat
Isabella’s POV The house settled into an uneasy rhythm over the next forty-eight hours, Lucas stayed close to me, helping me do chores.He carried the heavy canvas bags from the market run without being asked, shoulders flexing under the weight of pineapples, fresh fish. He climbed the ladder to fix the loose shutter on the east window, while I held the ladder steady while he tightened screws, our eyes meeting once through the open pane, a small, wordless acknowledgment that we were both still here, still trying. Mom and Victor moved like one, heads bent over phones and laptops, voices low during calls to lawyers back home who were trying to contain the media storm before it swallowed us whole. They spoke in clipped fragments: “subpoena the server logs,” “motion to seal the juvenile records,” “gag order on the twins if they talk.” Victor’s hand rested on Mom’s lower back whenever they stood together, I saw the love glow each time they met each other's eyes.Maria and Lila turned the
HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE Brother's Despair
Isabella’s POV I found Lucas on the far end of the private beach just after sunset.He was perched on that same half-buried driftwood log we used to climb on as kids, knees pulled to his chest, forearms braced on top like he’s holding himself together by force. His bare feet are already wet from the reaching waves, sand clinging to the dark hair on his calves. I walked barefoot across the cooling sand, steps deliberate so he could see me coming.He didn't lift his head.“I knew you’d find me,” he said, voice low and rough. “You always do.”I dropped down beside him, close enough that our shoulders nearly brush, far enough that the space between us feels deliberate. The next wave rolled in, colder now, licking at my toes before retreating.“You didn’t come to dinner,” I said.“Not hungry.”I chuckled. “Nice way to turn me down.”We sat in the sound of water for a minute. In. Out. In. Out.“Camilla’s plane landed three hours ago, no press swarm yet. No dramatic entrance. Just… nothing
HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE The Leak in the Bloodline
Isabella’s POV The kitchen felt smaller after the call ended. The air was thick with the smell of cooling coffee and the faint metallic tang of fear-sweat. Nobody moved right away. We just stood there, clustered around the island like survivors waiting for the next aftershock.Victor broke the silence first. He picked up his mug, took a sip even though it had to be cold by now, then set it down again.“How the hell did Richard get a DNA test?” he asked. Not angry. Just puzzled. Methodical. “He didn’t have a sample from me. Not legally. Not without a court order.”Mom leaned her palms on the counter, shoulders rounded. “He could’ve pulled something from the house. Old toothbrush. Hair from a brush. But Isabella’s sample… he’d need something recent. Something she left behind.”Lila frowned, scrolling absently on her phone even though the screen was dark. “Or he paid someone. A lab tech. A private investigator. People do that when they’re desperate.”Maria shook her head slowly. “Richar
HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE Blood On The Page
Isabella’s POV We moved inside like people carrying something fragile and explosive. The kitchen island became our war table—notebooks, a laptop, half-drunk coffees, the little black USB drive sitting dead center like a loaded gun. Morning light slanted through the windows, turning everything gold and too bright, like the day was trying to pretend nothing was wrong.Victor pulled a legal pad toward him. “We start with timeline,” he said. “What happened when. No spin. Just facts. Camilla can’t argue dates and locations if we have them first.”Mom nodded, already opening the laptop. “I’ve got the old emails from the lawyer. Timestamped. Plus bank transfers she tried to hide.”Lila sat cross-legged on a stool, phone in hand. “I can pull screenshots from the group chats, the ones the twins used to coordinate. Nothing graphic, just the planning texts. Enough to show intent.”Maria leaned against the counter, arms folded. “And the medical reports from after the pool house night. Bruises. T
HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE Driver's Warning
Isabella’s POV The tires crunched gravel before dawn—low diesel rumble that cut through the quiet house like a warning. The engine idled for a few seconds, then died.Victor was already up, standing at the kitchen window with a mug in his hand, staring out. He didn’t turn when the security lights snapped on, flooding the drive in harsh white.“Marcus,” he said. Voice flat, not surprised.Mom appeared in the doorway… hair loose, sleep-rumpled T-shirt slipping off one shoulder. She glanced at Victor, then at the window.“Is he alone?”Victor nodded once.The front door opened, footsteps on the porch. Then Marcus’s voice rang low, careful.“I know you’re watching, but I’m not here to cause trouble.”Victor placed the mug down and walked to the door. Opened it wider.Marcus stood at the bottom of the steps, hoodie up, hands visible, palms out. Black van idling behind him, headlights off now.Victor didn’t step aside. “Say what you came to say,” he told him.Marcus looked past Victor… eye
HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE Camilla’s Secret Exposed
Isabella's POVThe house felt like it was holding its breath; every low murmur of voices in the halls made me flinch. Camilla had been too quiet since the missed deadline. Sasha and Alex had failed woefully in getting me into Dad's safe, whatever was in there was enough to bring the country down.
Last Updated : 2026-03-22HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE Uncle’s Family Ties
“Issabella.”Dad bashed into my room unannounced. I woke up from sleep.“What now, Dad?” I groaned. Kicking the sheets off me.“Rise and shine baby… Take my card and go shopping with the girls.” He said closing in.“Seriously. Dad…”He cut in. “Dinner invitation… at Uncle Daniel’s.”The words stung
Last Updated : 2026-03-21HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE Sister’s Wedding Prep
Isabella’s POVClaire’s wedding dress fitting was supposed to be the one normal thing left in my life. Just champagne, laughter, lace, and no secrets crawling out of the shadows. I held onto that idea like a lifeline. I needed one afternoon where I wasn’t thinking about what Maria told me or
Last Updated : 2026-03-21HOUSE OF FORBIDDEN DESIRE Best Friend’s Brother
Isabella’s POVSasha’s confession sat in my stomach like a stone. She slept with Noah, not once, not in a drunken state. Had even gotten pregnant for him, just to hurt me. And she did.I didn’t talk to her for three days, I ignored her texts and didn't open the door when she knocked.I told myself
Last Updated : 2026-03-20
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