Todos os capítulos de FALLING FOR THE FORBIDDEN STAR : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Chapter 22 Andrea's point of view. The pain was the least of my concerns. I flexed my wrist, feeling the sharp pain shoot up my arm, but I barely registered it. The stadium lights had dimmed hours ago, the roar of the crowd fading into a distant memory, yet my thoughts weren’t on the game or the injury that had the world buzzing. They were on Mia. The team’s medical staff had fussed over me, their voices blending into one another as they debated whether my wrist was sprained or fractured. Fans, investors, the club, everyone wanted answers. The press hounded my PR team, desperate to know if this was a season-ending blow or just another fleeting setback. But I didn’t care. I had one objective; finding Mia. I ignored the messages flooding my phone and evaded my PR personnel, slipping away before they could shove a scripted response down my throat. They could spin the story however they wanted—I had something far more important to handle. Mia had been avoiding me. Or maybe sh

Chapter 24 Mia's point of view The moment the suite door slid open, a jolt ran through me, sharp and electric, like lightning striking a steel rod buried deep in my veins. There he was. Andreas. Leaning into the dim light, the shadows curling around his features, making it hard to read his expression. But for a fleeting second, I swore I saw something flash across his face. Like Anger. No. Surprise. And just as quickly, it melted into something else, something darker. Something hungry. He rose from the grey-colored couch slowly, like a lion awakened and launching at his prey, his eyes never leaving mine. Those stormy irises traced the outline of my body with a deliberate intensity that made my skin prickle beneath the coat I wore. I didn't blame him. I had dressed with a purpose to seduce, to haunt him for whatever time we were going to spend here. The brown winter trench coat that clung to me like a second skin was only a veil. Beneath it, I wore a cream-colored lace jumps

Chapter 26 Mia's point of view. The sun slipped through the crack in the silver curtains like a whisper, warming the chilled air with its soft morning light. I stirred beneath the plush sheets, the mattress beneath me cradling my body as though it knew the storm I’d weathered last night. My skin still tingled from phantom touches. My lips, slightly parted, tasted faintly of him. And my limbs were well-rested, humming with a quiet ache that reminded me something had happened. Something unforgettable. Then it hit me. Andreas. The flight. His hands. His mouth. That maddening, relentless way he made me feel like I belonged to him and no one else. I bolted upright, the blanket pooling around my waist. What? I'd slept off? My breath caught in my throat when I saw I was naked, completely, scandalously bare. “Shit,” I whispered, the word trembling off my lips as I glanced at the empty space beside me. Cold. Unwrinkled. Untouched. He was gone. And it looked like he didn't sleep he

Chapter 28 Andreas’s point of view. Mia was still asleep, and God, she looked wrecked in most beautifully angled in my sheets, naked and flushed from the hours we’d spent wrapped around each other like the world didn’t exist beyond the bed. I leaned on one elbow, watching her as dusk bled through the windows. Her skin was a warm, golden tone under the fading light, her back bare, rising and falling gently with her breath. It had been a long day in bed but I didn't feel the least tired. Not with Mia. The softest sigh escaped her lips, and I felt it. That light tremor in the chest again. This woman is going to ruin me. She already had, in a way. We’d had sex three more times since that first heated round, each time more intense than the last. I hadn’t planned for it. But Mia didn’t feel like something you planned. She was instinct; an instinct I didn't hesitate to follow. She was a fire. A force you responded to before your brain caught up. And I responded. Fuck, did I respo

Chapter 30 Some days leave their imprint on the skin like the ghost of a lover’s touch warm, fleeting, unforgettable. For Mia and Andreas, the following days were carved into memory with laughter, whispered secrets, and the kind of intimacy that needed no translation. They made love like it was a language only they understood. They talked, they rested, they listened. But more than anything else, they simply were. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Mia wasn’t merely existing. She was living. It was a sun-drenched afternoon, the kind that poured golden light into the corners of their hotel suite like honey. They lay tangled in linen and each other, bodies bare beneath a thin sheet, the remnants of their passion still clinging to the air like incense. A room-service lunch tray sat abandoned on the table. Outside, the world moved in fast forward, but inside, time dared not interrupt them. Then, without warning, the TV’s Bluetooth speaker crackled to life. A soft guitar r