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Chapter 31

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I shut the bathroom door behind me, but the echo of my heartbeat came with me. Loud. Relentless.

I stood with my back against the door, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

My skin was flushed.

My lips trembled.

My heart… was still in his hands. And I didn’t know what scared me more—giving it to him again, or that he’d never really returned it the first time.

I gripped the marble sink edge, trying to ground myself, but nothing worked. I could still feel the imprint of his lips against my shoulder. The phantom heat of his hands, the weight of his head on my skin.

Fifteen minutes passed.

And I couldn’t move.

Not really.

I changed into one of the oversized shirts I kept for sleep—soft cotton that drowned my shape. But it didn’t matter. Nothing could erase what had already happened. Not the shirt. Not the walls I’d tried to build. Not the silence that came afterward.

When I finally opened the door, my breath caught.

He was still there.

In the chair.

Exactly as I’d left him.

Only now, h
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  • My Forbidden Fruit    Chapter 31

    I shut the bathroom door behind me, but the echo of my heartbeat came with me. Loud. Relentless.I stood with my back against the door, staring at my reflection in the mirror.My skin was flushed.My lips trembled.My heart… was still in his hands. And I didn’t know what scared me more—giving it to him again, or that he’d never really returned it the first time.I gripped the marble sink edge, trying to ground myself, but nothing worked. I could still feel the imprint of his lips against my shoulder. The phantom heat of his hands, the weight of his head on my skin.Fifteen minutes passed.And I couldn’t move.Not really.I changed into one of the oversized shirts I kept for sleep—soft cotton that drowned my shape. But it didn’t matter. Nothing could erase what had already happened. Not the shirt. Not the walls I’d tried to build. Not the silence that came afterward.When I finally opened the door, my breath caught.He was still there.In the chair.Exactly as I’d left him.Only now, h

  • My Forbidden Fruit    Chapter 30

    My heels clicked off the wooden steps like the sound of a clock counting down. Each step I took was deliberate—my chin up, my spine straight, my red dress hugging every inch of me with unapologetic defiance. The fabric whispered over my thighs like a secret I wasn’t hiding anymore.I didn’t dress like this for attention. I dressed like this for a funeral. The funeral of my silence.Let them watch me. Let them wonder.Let him ache.But I never expected this.I spotted them the moment I turned the corner into the living room.The moment scorched itself into my memory—burnt and blistered.Enzo. Sitting there. Still. Quiet. Stiff.And her.Carol. Draped across his lap like sin wrapped in satin. Arms looped around his neck. Her red nails glinting like claws against his skin. Her lips pressed to the side of his jaw. Kissing him. Slowly. Purposefully. Possessively.Then her mouth moved to his.And he didn’t stop her.My breath caught.I could hear her breathy moan. Could feel it like a punch

  • My Forbidden Fruit    Chapter 29

    I didn’t sleep that night.I didn’t cry anymore, either. Not because it didn’t hurt—it did, it ached—but because there was a strange, cold clarity settling in my chest.Like frost replacing fire.I sat there for a long time, in the center of the room where everything had broken, just listening to the stillness. The silence Enzo left behind didn’t feel like peace anymore.It felt like a wall.And I didn’t bother trying to climb it.When morning finally bled into the sky, dull and gray through the windows, I still hadn’t moved. My body ached, my eyes were swollen, but I felt... steadier.Hollowed out.But steadier.I had just started to rise when I heard the unmistakable rhythm of heels.Approaching. Confident. Sharp.Carol.Of course.I turned before the knock even came.She didn’t bother waiting for an answer. She pushed open the door like it belonged to her now.She was dressed immaculately. Flawless makeup, perfectly pressed blouse, diamonds twinkling at her ears. You’d never know s

  • My Forbidden Fruit    Chapter 28

    Carol sniffled loudly.It wasn’t the kind of quiet, ashamed sniffling that came with real tears—but the dramatic kind. Theatrical. Timed.She swiped at her cheek with the back of her hand, smudging her mascara as wet streaks ran down her face, lips trembling just enough to make her look fragile.“Enzo…” she began softly, her voice thin and cracking, like glass about to give. “I didn’t mean to yell. I just—I was frightened. She’s been so… aggressive lately. I didn’t feel safe.”The words hung in the air like poison, seeping in slowly.I didn’t move. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, but I stayed silent, knowing nothing I said now would reach him. Not yet.Enzo exhaled—a long, slow breath as if he were trying to push the weight of the entire evening off his shoulders. He pressed two fingers to his temple and closed his eyes, like he was tired of everything. Of both of us.When he opened his eyes, they were distant.“Go wait in my room, Carol,” he said finally, voice quiet, heavy.

  • My Forbidden Fruit    Chapter 27

    He was looking at me like he wanted to say something.No, like he needed to say something.His gaze lingered, mouth parting slightly—words perched on the edge of his lips.But then... his phone rang.The shrill sound cut through the room like a knife, snapping the moment in half.He looked at the screen, and I saw it—how quickly his expression changed. Whatever softness had been there just seconds ago... gone. In its place: tension, urgency, detachment.“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.His fingers hovered over the screen as he glanced at me, eyes flicking from my face to the floor, back again. He looked torn—caught in a split-second war between staying and leaving. Wanting and needing.And then, without another word, he answered.“Yeah? What happened?” His voice dropped, tone sharper now, more clipped.He turned his back to me, walking toward the hallway, his free hand raking through his hair in frustration.“No—stay there. I’ll come to you.”For just a second, he looked back.Ou

  • My Forbidden Fruit    Chapter 26

    I didn't descend for dinner.I didn't even get up from the bed.I lay there in silence, gazing at the ceiling, allowing the burden of it all to settle in my chest. I wasn't hungry—not for food, not for talk, not for one more reminder that I didn't belong.But the knock came anyway.Light. Considered.Before I could answer, the door creaked open, and there she was—Carol.In one hand, a plate of food. In the other, that typical smirk. "Figured you'd be too shy to come down," she said easily, stepping in without invitation. "So I brought you dinner. Sweet, right?"She dropped the plate on my desk, and then looked around with faintly veiled distaste. "Your room's. cozy. I didn't knew guest room were this furnished Actually I always stayed in Enzo's room."I kept silent. I know what she's doing.And she needs to try harder this time.She turned toward me, folding her arms across her chest like she was settling in to gloat. “You know, Enzo told me you’ve been through a lot,” she said with

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