บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

CamdenI dream of Kendall. I dream of her with her eyes puffy from sleep, with her nightie bunched up, how she writhes beneath me. I dream of her in that little bikini she wore at the safe house, looking up at me with wide brown eyes.I remember hitting Marco, beating him so thoroughly that his face was unrecognizable. I remember Angelo’s pale, drawn face as I looked up at him. I don’t remember being hurt. I don’t know where I am when I open my eyes, looking up at the ceiling.“Camden?” someone says, some sweet voice that I know deep in my heart, and I look over to see Kendall staring at me with wide brown eyes. “Oh my god, he’s waking up,” she chokes, and I reach out for her and there’s a stab of pain in my chest that makes my breath hitch in my throat.“Principessa,” I choke out, but my mouth is so dry that I can’t make more words. I clear my throat, and as if reading my mind, Kendall brings me a glass of water with a straw.I sip it gratefully. “What happened?” I croak.“You were

KendallElora and I both are ordered to go home and we sleep in the same bed in my guest room, cuddled up together. We’ve been through a lot and we need that best friend comfort.When I wake, I immediately sit straight up in bed, thinking about Camden.“I have to get back to the hospital,” I mumble, and Elora yawns, grabbing my shoulder so I can’t get up.“Not yet,” she says. “You need to eat something. Have to feed that nephew of mine.”I chuckle in spite of everything. “You think it’s a boy?”“Just a hunch,” she says.“I guess we’ll see,” I say, rubbing a hand over my belly. “But shouldn’t we check on Camden?”“Mama’s up there with him now,” she says. “You don’t have to worry, she’ll call me if he sneezes.”I laugh a little. “All right. I guess I’ll eat.”My stomach feels like there’s a void in it, so I guess it’s a good idea.We walk downstairs and Marisa has made a spread that’s unbelievable.Mia is shoveling food in her face and she looks up at us and smiles.“Please sit. Maris

Epilogue- Kendall The day of the wedding and everything goes wrong. It’s raining and Elora is late and I don’t know if I can go through with this. She finally shows up and her hair looks mussed and I groan. “I know you’ve got a man, you should just tell me,” I say, and she laughs. “Absolutely not. I just overslept. I’ve been single and with me, myself, and I,” she insists. “I’m so sorry, Kendall.” I haven’t seen Camden in three days and I miss him so much. We’ve been living together but I’ve been staying with my father for the last two days according to tradition. “I feel like I’m too pregnant for this dress,” I say. “You look beautiful. Camden is going to lose it the second he sees you,” she insists. °•°•°•°•°•°•° True to her words, when I walk down the aisle with Papa, Camden has a tear running down his cheek. “This dress is perfect, you are perfect,” he murmurs to me, and it reminds me of that first night, the first night he really noticed me in that dress, a

BLURB: It wasn’t supposed to happen—one reckless night that crossed every line I swore I’d never break. Getting caught tangled up with my best friend’s little sister? That’s a death wish. Dawn was always off-limits. To me, she was just the pesky kid who got under my skin. But now? She’s all grown up—dangerously beautiful, and impossible to resist. One night changed everything. Now, secrets are spiraling out of control. If her brother finds out, it could destroy more than just our friendship. But that’s not the worst of it. Dawn disappeared. Taken by shadows from a world I didn’t see coming. She’s in danger, and I’m the only one who can save her. They don’t know who they’ve messed with, but they’re about to learn. I’ll risk it all to bring her back—because some lines aren’t meant to stay broken. ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ Chapter 1 [Aldo] “Yes I got it ma, okay, love you too.” The distant sound of airplane tires screeching fades as Andre opens my car d

[Dawn]“Dawn?” he asks, his voice soft but sharp, cutting through the quiet. His forest-green eyes lock onto mine, and the heat in them is devastating. It’s like they’re burning through every layer of my defenses, leaving me bare. The air between us feels alive—crackling, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. “Oh, I need the snacks… down… here.” My words stumble out, half a thought, because my brain is already foggy. I can feel his gaze on me, heavy and deliberate. I turn slowly, my hips swaying just enough to tease. As I bend over, I pop my ass out, the thin fabric of my dress stretching taut. It clings to every curve, leaving little to the imagination. My heart pounds as I hear it—a sharp, involuntary intake of breath from behind me. The sound shoots through me like lightning, a thrill settling deep in my core. I come back up, the jar of pickles in my hand, but my cheeks are burning under his intense stare. I move to slide past him, but it’s no use. Before I can even think, h