บททั้งหมดของ UNBIDDEN DESIRES : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

MATHEW I pressed the elevator doors closed, but just as they began to slide shut, they dinged open again—Ethan’s hand holding them back. He barely managed a step forward before I lunged, blocking him with a hard shove. “I have to get to her!” he insisted, urgency sharpening his voice. I caught his arm, pulling him back just as the doors started to close once more.“Ethan, wait!” I hissed, my grip firm. “Ariana told us to stay put. We have to trust her. If we keep pushing, we’ll only make things worse.”Ethan shot me a frustrated look, his brow furrowing. “She’s with that guy! Do you think I’m just going to sit here while he’s probably hurting her?”“Just think for a second,” I snapped, my heart pounding in my chest. “If we keep pestering her about him, she won’t have enough time to figure things out with him on her own. We need to give her space.”He paused, eyes narrowing as he crossed his arms defiantly. “Do you really enjoy this, Matthew? Do you actually like him being with our si

ARIANA I woke up slowly, feeling the weight of exhaustion that had settled into my bones after the long journey. Blinking, I sat up and glanced around, realizing I must have fallen asleep the moment I set foot in this room. The familiar surroundings seemed both comforting and strange after so much time away. I stretched, my muscles tight, then slipped out of bed and padded over to the window.The room was dim, the shadows stretching across the walls as I reached for the heavy curtains. Sliding them aside, I was met with a view of the vast grounds outside, bathed in the silvery light of the moon. It was already night.I let out a quiet sigh, a bittersweet smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Who would ever think I’d miss this place?” I murmured to myself. But as much as I didn’t want to admit it, there was a strange comfort in being here again—despite everything that had happened, despite the fear and tension this place held for me.I headed into the bathroom, the cool tiles ben

GRAYSON I stormed out of the room, my steps heavy with anger, frustration, and something else I couldn’t quite name. How the hell did everything slip so far out of control? One minute, I was trying to patch things up with Ariana, and the next, I was choking her. My own hands—my own damn hands—had nearly killed her.The echo of her gasps, the terror in her eyes—it cut through me like a knife. I wanted to go back to make it right, but a part of me knew it wasn’t that simple. I wasn’t that simple.I couldn’t just let her walk away from everything I was. She wanted to control it, control me. That much was clear. She wanted me to change, to drop my past, but I wasn’t sure if I could do that—not for anyone. Especially not for her.I couldn’t breathe. The weight of everything I’d done, everything I was, pressed down on me like a crushing force. My hands were still trembling as I stepped into the hallway, the air thick with the lingering tension between Ariana and me. Her eyes haunted me, wi

ARIANA In that moment, my heart skipped a beat. The words he spoke were raw, vulnerable in a way I hadn’t expected. The man standing beside me, the one who had everything—power, wealth, control—was now revealing a side of himself I hadn’t known existed. His voice trembled slightly, and I noticed how his hands gripped the railing, his knuckles whitening as if he was holding himself back from something deeper. His confession hung between us like a heavy fog, thick and suffocating.I stood still, trying to process everything he’d just shared. I’d always known there was more to Grayson than what he let on, but this… this was different. He wasn’t just the intimidating man I’d met. He wasn’t just the cold billionaire. He was someone who had carried the weight of his past for so long, someone who was afraid to let anyone close enough to see the truth.My heart ached for him, more than I could put into words. I couldn’t imagine living with the burden of those words of that past. I didn’t kn

MATHEW I stepped out of the bathroom, drying my hair with a small towel. Ethan was still by the window, his gaze fixed outside just as I had left him before my shower. "That won't help," I said, walking over to join him. My eyes followed his line of sight, landing on Florence—the woman he believed to be our aunt. "If she really was our aunt, she would’ve recognized me the day I arrived. But she didn’t. Not even you, Ethan. She didn’t seem to know you either." "She’s pretending," Ethan said firmly, his tone laced with conviction. "I know her. That’s exactly how she is." I sighed, shaking my head as I moved away to get dressed. "People can look alike. Just look at Ari—how much she resembles that girl." Ethan ignored me, his posture rigid as he remained glued to the window. Once I was dressed, I returned and pulled him away, practically dragging him toward the stairs. "What are you doing, Matthew?" he protested, his voice edged with confusion. "Talking to Florence," I replie