All Chapters of FORBIDDEN AFFECTION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lara’s POV My lips still tingled from his kiss, and my heart was racing like it was trying to break free from my chest. Aiden’s arms were wrapped around me, solid and warm, as if letting go wasn’t an option. For a while, neither of us spoke. The silence was heavy, but not uncomfortable—charged, dangerous, and far too intimate. My phone suddenly blared against the nightstand. I groaned and reached for it, half tempted to throw it across the room. But the moment I saw the caller ID, I knew I couldn’t ignore it. Rose. I slid my finger across the screen, barely getting a word out before her voice exploded into my ear. “Bitch! Where the hell are you? Get your ass here, class is about to begin!” I winced, pulling the phone away from my ear as she continued to rant. My head was already pounding from last night, and her screaming wasn’t helping. “Class?” I mumbled, confused. “Yes, class!” she snapped. “Design class, remember? Morning session, review before the exams start? Or

Lara’s POV By the time we finally dragged ourselves out of the jewelry design studio, I felt like my brain had been polished, hammered, and melted down right along with the metals we’d been sketching all day. I groaned, clutching my bag. “I swear I hate design class. Who even cares if a necklace curve is one millimeter off or if a diamond setting looks ‘balanced’? It’s torture. Actual torture.” Rose walked beside me, her sketchbook hugged tight to her chest, eyes still glowing with the kind of energy I couldn’t understand after a whole day like that. “It wasn’t torture. I liked it. It’s… intricate, sure, but kind of beautiful once you see how each piece comes together. The detail matters.” I threw my hands in the air dramatically. “Of course you liked it. You’re an intelligent bitch. Meanwhile, me? I don’t even like studying. Sitting there with rulers and gemstone charts all day felt like slow death. If I didn’t need these grades to get what I want from my uncle, I’d have drop

Lara’s POV I crept downstairs with one thing on my mind—food. My stomach was practically eating itself, but the house was still silent, the kind of silence that felt heavy. The staff had gone hours ago, which wasn’t a surprise. I was late again. They’d probably tucked my dinner neatly in the fridge like they always did. I opened it and pulled out something light. My hands moved on autopilot as I shoved the food into the microwave and leaned against the counter, waiting for the soft hum to finish. “Why are you late?” The voice cut through the silence like a blade. Deep. Close. Too close. I froze, every muscle in my body locking in place. Slowly, I turned, my heart hammering against my ribs—and then I saw him. Aiden. Not the usual Aiden in a suit and tie, untouchable and precise. No. This time, it was just him—bare-chested, a pair of trousers hanging low on his hips, droplets of water still sliding down from damp hair onto his skin. I forgot how to breathe. No matter

Aiden’s POV Kailin held up a hand. “Wait. Hear me out. I went to the old house, checked everywhere. Found something.” I frowned. “What?” He pulled a clear bag from his backpack and set it on my desk. Inside was a small gun. I leaned forward, narrowing my eyes. “And?” “Fingerprints,” he said, smirking—but his tone gave him away. “Not the killer’s, but your father’s.” My jaw tightened. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. Kailin leaned back. “That’s all I’ve got for now. Thought you should see it before I keep digging.” The gun sat between us, the cold metal catching the office light. My father’s finger prints. No one else’s. Kailin watched me. “I’ve been tracking some of your father’s friends. Most are dead and gone. Hardly anyone left.” “And the ones still alive?” I asked. “One. Anton Varek.” He tapped the desk with a finger. “I tracked him back to this city. That’s why I came back—he’s here. He might know something.” I nodded slowly. “Then we'll have to get to h

Rose’s POV I couldn’t help it—I was way too excited. Lara had gone upstairs to meet Aiden, but me? I wanted to see everything. This was Aiden’s company, the famous Heritage Jewelry House. Just being here felt unreal. Nathan had taken our application letters, promising to handle them, and I used that chance to wander. The place was gorgeous—sleek glass walls, modern furniture, displays of jewelry that sparkled under the perfect lighting. Every corner screamed luxury. I walked slowly through the hallways, peeking into offices when the doors were open, waving and smiling at anyone who glanced my way. Some workers smiled back politely, others just looked confused, but I didn’t care. My heart was racing from the excitement. This wasn’t just any building—it was where I could possibly be working soon. And for some reason, that thought made me giddy enough to practically skip as I moved along.I walked past a row of offices, I suddenly caught sight of a tall figure ahead. Something ab