The Forbidden Ties のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Happiness's POVThe door clicked shut behind my parents, and I finally let out the breath I was been holding. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to stay upright until I heard the sound of their cab driving away.Only after then did I sink onto my couch, burying my face in my hands.That was too close.Dad’s suspicion was growing, and Mom wasn’t fooled either. She wasn’t pushing now, and it was only because she was waiting for me to come to her on my own.But I can't do that.Not now.I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to refocus. I needed to be careful, to make sure they didn’t dig any deeper.A sharp knock at the door made me startled.My pulse quickened. I wasn’t expecting anyone.I hesitated before standing up and making my way to the door. Peering through the peephole, I felt my stomach drop.Mason.I hesitated before unlocking the door and pulling it open just enough to see him. “What are you doing here?”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he studied me, his sharp eyes scann

Happiness POV The rest of the day passed in a blur. I stayed in my apartment, trying to distract myself with schoolwork, but my mind kept drifting back to my conversation with Mason. And Uncle Max. And the growing weight of keeping this secret.By evening, I still felt restless. I needed air.Pulling on a jacket, I grabbed my phone and stepped outside. The cool breeze hit my face as I walked down the quiet street, my hands buried in my pockets.Maybe I was overthinking everything.Maybe Uncle Max’s question about Mason had been casual.But deep down, I knew better.I turned a corner, heading toward the small café near campus. I didn’t plan on staying long, just needed enough time to clear my head.But as I pushed open the door, my breath caught in my throat.Sitting at a corner table, talking in hushed voices, were Uncle Max and Mason.My stomach dropped.I barely managed to step back before they could see me. My heart pounded as I pressed against the wall outside, peeking through th

Mason’s POVPeter narrowed his eyes. “Love?” He scoffed. “Love is easy to say, Mason. But it doesn’t pay bills. It doesn’t build a stable future.”I nodded, unfazed. “You’re right. Love alone isn’t enough. But commitment, effort, and respect? That’s what matters.”His jaw tightened. “And you think you can give her that?”“I know I can.”Silence stretched between us.Then, he leaned forward, voice low. “Tell me, Mason. Where do you see yourself with her in five years?”I didn’t hesitate. “Married, or about to.”Happiness sucked in a sharp breath beside me. I felt her grip on my hand tighten, but I didn’t look away from her father.Peter’s gaze flickered, just for a second. He wasn't expecting my answer.His fingers drummed against his arm. “And kids? A family?”“When she’s ready.”His eyes narrowed. “So, you’d wait?”“For as long as it takes.”His wife let out a soft sigh. I could tell she was beginning to waver. Peter, however, wasn’t done yet.“You’re a detective, Mason.” His tone tu

HAPPINESS'S POVThe media storm was not just on the. They followed us everywhere. By the second day, reporters were staking out Mason’s house. They waited outside cafes, hoping to catch us. I could no longer go out without someone recognizing me, asking invasive questions, or snapping pictures.It was suffocating.I couldn't go to class because of misleading rumors eroding among my colleagues which could lead to skepticism. I can't face Ash and Maria either. I just hope they're taking the information well. My phone rang, bringing me out of my thoughts.I picked the call and my mom’s voice was sharp with worry. “Happiness, come home.”Dad took the phone next. “Now.”No explanations. No arguments. Just a demand.Mason had been on high alert ever since the media exposure, but this was different.“They want us to come stay with them,” I whispered after hanging up. My hands trembled slightly, gripping hesitated. “I don’t know… but I think we have to.”He exhaled, rubbing his jaw. It wasn

HAPPINESS'S POVOur lips quickly found one another. Our bodies spoke a language of their own, a plea that they should not be parted so soon. Mason adjusted my legs, positioning me to straddle him as I braced myself on his shoulders, my breasts hanging just above him, while his cock rested beneath the soft slick heat of my pussy. Gripping the flesh of my thighs, he coaxed me into motion, guiding the rhythm of my back and forth over him. Mason rubbed his thumbs over my nipples, watching them pucker in response. Once I sank down to the hilt, I paused, savoring the sensation. With his gentle urge, I began moving again. My arms were on either side of his head for support, while his hands found my hips gripping it tight. With measured movement, I raised and lowered myself on his cock, each slow slick glide heavenly torture. Mason groaned as I moved faster, and my eyes closed shut, my teeth bit into my lower lip, and my nails digged into his shoulders. “Yes, my love. Like that.” He growl