All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE FORBIDDEN STAR : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 141The joy in the hospital room felt like the rising sun after a long night. The kind of warmth that crept slowly but steadily into everyone’s chest, chasing away the chill of sorrow and fear. Mia and Andreas stood in the center of it all, eyes still glistening, as the words hung in the air: “We’re having a baby.”Mrs. Angela's hand instinctively went to her chest. Her face contorted in joy as she stepped forward first, her hand trembling slightly as it cupped Mia’s face. “Congratulations. You deserve this, my child,” she said with a heartfelt smile. Her voice was thick with emotion, eyes misted over. “This child is proof of the love you and Andreas share.”Mia, overwhelmed, leaned into her mother’s embrace.Susan was next. She practically leapt onto the bed beside Mia, throwing her arms around her in a tight hug, her eyes damp. “I’m so happy for you, girl,” she whispered, her voice quivering with laughter and tears.Still holding Mia’s hand, Susan looked down at her belly. “

Chapter 143The engine ticked softly as Martin sat in the motionless car, staring blankly through the cracked windshield. The dark, broken bridge stretched out in front of him like a skeletal path to nowhere, a ghostly monument to things lost and unrecoverable. His fingers trembled as he loosened them from the steering wheel, his knuckles pale from how tightly he'd gripped it moments before. His breath came out in ragged huffs, and his heart thundered so loudly it echoed in his ears. When he stepped out of the vehicle, the cool night air slapped against his skin, but nothing could shake the chill crawling up his spine. He staggered forward, his boots scraping over gravel and shattered glass, until the splintered edge of the bridge came into full view. One more foot... just one more push... and he would’ve been gone. "No way," Martin whispered, his voice hoarse and cracked. A bitter laugh escaped his throat, dry and humorless. He wasn’t surprised by how close he’d come. But what stru

Chapter 145The air was quiet in the living room, heavy like the moments before a summer storm. The quiet hum of the refrigerator was the only sound that filled the silence, and dust particles floated lazily in the golden stream of sunlight seeping through the half-drawn blinds. It was the kind of silence that clung to your skin, that wrapped around your throat and refused to let go. Martin stood in the living room, unable to move, unable to breathe, as he watched the strongest woman he'd ever known fall apart right in front of him.Martha had always been a fortress. Since the death of their parents, she'd shouldered the weight of their world with a kind of quiet resilience that made Martin believe she was invincible. She’d worked two jobs, fought off nosy neighbors and cruel gossip, and still had enough left in her to encourage him every night before he went to sleep. But now, her shoulders slumped under a weight that seemed impossible to carry, and her tears silent, unending tears,

Chapter 147The sun cast a soft amber glow across the living room, filtering in through the sheer white curtains that danced gently with the breeze. It was one of those rare moments when the world outside seemed to quiet down just enough to let the inside breathe. The atmosphere in the Leonardo household had shifted in the past few weeks. Grief still lived there, tucked quietly behind tired smiles and long silences, but there was something else now, too: hope.April’s funeral had ended with more tears than words. Her absence was a wound they all bore together, but the memory of her heart beating inside Brian was the thread that stitched them back, reminding everyone that she hadn't left entirely. She had simply changed form.Now, days after the burial, the family sat together in the living room, Mia, Andreas, Sofia, and Brian. The room was warm, filled with the smell of Mia’s homemade vanilla-scented candles and the soft hum of the evening news playing in the background. Everyone was

Chapter 149The car ride back was suffocating in its silence. Even as the wheels hummed over the asphalt, the air felt thick with unspoken words. Mia glanced at Andreas, then back at Brian through the rearview mirror, her heart aching for the boy who sat silently in the backseat. His hands were folded tightly in his lap, his eyes staring out the window as the world outside blurred by, he didn’t even seem to notice.The quiet tension was palpable, but neither Mia nor Andreas pushed for a conversation. They knew Brian wasn’t ready, and forcing him to speak would only make things worse.Mia’s thoughts were spinning, her mind caught between the need to be a mother to him and the understanding that the boy was still grieving, still struggling with his place in a world that had been turned upside down.She stole another glance at Andreas. He had that look again, his brow furrowed, lips set in a tight line. His grip on the steering wheel was steady, but Mia could tell that beneath that calm