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Chapter 301

Author: Bunnykoo
last update publish date: 2026-05-02 00:13:20

The sleek, matte black helicopter descended rapidly through the overcast New York sky, the violent roar of its rotors echoing off the surrounding glass skyscrapers.

It touched down on the private helipad atop the Cross building with a heavy, final thud. The side door slid open before the blades had even fully stopped spinning.

Sebastian Cain Hierro stepped out into the freezing Manhattan wind.

He didn't flinch against the cold. He stood tall on the tarmac, his broad, incredibly muscular shoulde
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  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 302

    Damian shoved the heavy oak doors open, stumbling into the room and practically throwing himself at the massive desk. He tore open a leather folder, his hands shaking violently as he pulled out a thick stack of glossy paper and a crumpled, black-and-white printout. He slammed them down onto the polished wood directly in front of Sebastian. "Look at it!" Damian demanded, his breathing ragged and shallow. Sebastian stepped up to the desk. He looked down at the forged photographs. He saw the cheap, yellow-lit hotel room. He saw the blonde man. He saw the face of a beautiful, dark-haired woman tangled in the sheets beneath him. "Aria Hale," Sebastian murmured, He slowly picked up the chat logs, his sharp, predatory eyes scanning the encrypted numbers and the damning text about server passcodes and safe combinations. "It's clean," Sebastian murmured, his deep voice dropping into a cold, clinical register. "The IPs match. The timeline aligns perfectly with the keycard swipes. From a pu

  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 301

    The sleek, matte black helicopter descended rapidly through the overcast New York sky, the violent roar of its rotors echoing off the surrounding glass skyscrapers.It touched down on the private helipad atop the Cross building with a heavy, final thud. The side door slid open before the blades had even fully stopped spinning.Sebastian Cain Hierro stepped out into the freezing Manhattan wind.He didn't flinch against the cold. He stood tall on the tarmac, his broad, incredibly muscular shoulders completely relaxed beneath a tailored, midnight-blue cashmere overcoat. He slowly inhaled the sharp, polluted city air, a slow, dangerous smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth.He had not set foot in this city in two years. He had spent that time carving out a brutal, highly lucrative empire in the shadows of the Spanish underworld, a ghost story whispered among men who traded in violence and untraceable money. He was Damian Cross’s oldest, closest friend—the only man alive who had ever be

  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 300

    Damian’s eyes suddenly darkened, a flash of pure, unadulterated venom cutting through the heavy haze of the alcohol. He violently slapped his father’s hands away with a terrifying burst of strength. "Don't touch me," Damian hissed, his voice dropping into a deadly, vibrating growl. He leaned forward, his bloodshot eyes locking onto the older man. "You want to know what happened, old man? You want to know why the king is sitting in the dirt?" Alfred stood up straight, brushing off his suit jacket, his jaw tight. "Enlighten me." "She cheated on me," Damian whispered, the words tearing out of his throat like razor blades. He squeezed his eyes shut, his entire massive frame trembling as the agony ripped through his chest fresh and bleeding. "She smiled in my face, and she betrayed me. The one pure thing in this entire godforsaken world, and she was a lie. She sold me out." Alfred stared down at his broken, weeping son. He felt no sympathy. He felt only the cold, calculated irritation o

  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 299

    The private elevator of the penthouse slid open with a sharp, mechanical ping.Alfred Cross, the imposing, silver-haired patriarch of Cross Industries, stepped out into the foyer. He was dressed impeccably in a bespoke navy suit, leaning heavily on his silver-tipped cane. His sharp, calculating eyes immediately narrowed as the heavy, putrid stench of the apartment hit him like a physical wall.It smelled of rotting organic matter, stale air, and enough high-proof alcohol to kill a horse."Good god," Alfred muttered, pulling a crisp linen handkerchief from his breast pocket and pressing it over his nose.He walked slowly out of the shadows of the entryway and into the massive living space, his cane clicking sharply against the hardwood floor.He stopped dead in his tracks.The penthouse looked exactly like a war zone that had been abandoned for a month. The massive floor-to-ceiling windows were completely sealed with blackout curtains. The heavy glass coffee table was shattered into th

  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 298

    One Month LaterThe harsh, fluorescent lights of the diner buzzed with a relentless, migraine-inducing hum.Aria dragged a damp, bleach-soaked rag across the sticky laminate of booth number four, her movements sluggish and heavy. The air inside the greasy spoon was thick with the suffocating smell of burnt coffee, fried onions, and stale cigarette smoke lingering on the jackets of the late-night patrons.It was hour eleven of a grueling twelve-hour shift. Her feet, shoved into a pair of cheap, worn-out sneakers she had bought from a thrift store, throbbed with a fiery, agonizing ache.Suddenly, a violent wave of nausea clawed its way up her throat.Aria dropped the rag, her hands flying to her mouth. She practically sprinted behind the counter, pushing through the swinging wooden doors of the cramped, filthy employee restroom. She fell to her knees in front of the toilet, gagging harshly, her shoulders shaking as her body tried to expel food that wasn't even there."Aria!"The gruff,

  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 297

    The private, soundproofed back room of the underground cigar lounge was completely draped in shadows. The only light came from the dim, amber glow of a single brass lamp resting on a heavy mahogany desk, illuminating the thick clouds of expensive tobacco smoke hanging stagnant in the air. Marcus, the formidable head of corporate security for Cross Industries, stood stiffly in the center of the Persian rug. He was still wearing his tailored charcoal suit, his posture rigidly professional, though a heavy bead of nervous sweat gleamed near his temple. He was staring directly at the high-backed leather chair turned toward the unlit fireplace, listening to the slow, methodical clinking of ice against crystal. "I must admit, Marcus," a smooth, cultured voice drifted from the depths of the leather chair, echoing softly in the quiet room. "When you first proposed this specific angle of attack, I had my reservations. Damian Cross is not a man who is easily fooled. His paranoia is legendary.

  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 83

    The call came at 10:47 AM.Aria was in the B3 basement archives, her hands gray with dust from organizing a decade-old shipping manifest, when her phone buzzed against the metal desk. The screen glowed in the dim fluorescent light.Executive Office.She stared at it for three rings before answering.

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  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 80

    “Wait,” Damian said.The group came to an abrupt halt. They were ten feet from the security desk. Damian didn’t look toward Aria. He didn’t acknowledge her presence with even a flicker of his eyes. He continued to stare at the blueprints the man in the gray suit was holding.“This acquisition in Bro

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  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 78

    The air in the sub-basement didn’t move.It sat heavy and stagnant, smelling of silverfish, rotting adhesive, and the dry, alkaline sting of paper that hadn’t been touched in three decades. Aria sat at her desk, her spine curved into a question mark, staring at a stack of ledger books from the mid-s

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  • Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband    Chapter 77

    By 1:00 PM, Aria was back in the basement.The Archives were a tomb. The air was thick with the smell of dust and decaying glue. There were no windows here, only the hum of the industrial lighting and the endless rows of gray metal shelves. It was the only place where she felt she belonged—buried un

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