บททั้งหมดของ HIS FORBIDDEN TEMPTATION : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

The soft weight of his arm was still wrapped around my waist when I blinked awake. The room was quiet. The air, thick with the scent of sex and sweat, wrapped around me like a second skin. My body ached—in the best way—and a slow, lazy satisfaction spread through my limbs. For a moment, I let myself believe. Believe that this—us tangled in the sheets, skin against skin, heartbeats syncing—meant something. But then the bed shifted. The warmth of his body disappeared, and my eyes fluttered open just in time to see Mr De Vito—Lorenzo—swinging his legs off the mattress and standing. I watched as he silently reached for his pants on the floor. His movements were practiced, efficient, detached. Gone was the hungry man who had devoured me like I was the air he needed to breathe. In his place stood someone cold. Distant. My stomach twisted. He didn’t even look at me. “Mr De Vito?” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. “Where are you g

The shower was scalding hot, just how I liked it—burning away the day’s grime, tension, and the lingering scent of him. I stood under the spray longer than necessary, letting the water pelt my skin like a punishment I somehow deserved. Maybe I thought the steam would wash away the shame, the confusion, the ache. But it didn’t. It never did.By the time I stepped out, my skin was flushed, raw, and I still didn’t feel clean. I wrapped a towel around myself, wiped the fog from the mirror, and stared at the woman looking back at me.She looked... hollow.Tired eyes. Bruised pride. A smile that hadn’t been used all day.I should’ve gone to bed. I should’ve forced sleep upon myself with chamomile tea and mindless television.But my body wouldn’t rest.So I slipped into a black one-piece swimsuit and wrapped a silk robe over it. I padded barefoot through the silent halls of Mr De Vito’s sprawling mansion—the kind of place designed for echoes and secrets. The pool was at the far end, through

The ache in my body was a slow, stubborn burn that flared with every breath. I hissed as I peeled the blankets away and forced myself to sit up. My ribs protested immediately, sending jagged pulses through my side. I touched the bandage just under my arm and winced. Nothing was broken, they’d said, but my body hadn’t gotten the memo. I stood on shaky legs, gripping the edge of the nightstand for support. Every inch of me felt like a bruise. My elbow was scraped raw, my head was pounding, and my pride had taken the worst hit of all. I still couldn’t believe someone had pushed me. That someone had been there—close enough to touch, close enough to shove me down a flight of stairs. The thought made my skin crawl. But even worse was him—Mr De Vito—insisting I sleep in his room like I was a glass doll he had to babysit. No, thank you. The fall was bad, but not enough to make me desperate enough for that kind of arrangement. I wasn’t moving into his space like some helpless waif. Not beca

The moment the door flung open, the tension in the room shifted—morphed into something electric and volatile.Camilla.Of course it was her. No one else would enter without knocking, without hesitation, without an ounce of consideration for boundaries she never respected. She wore entitlement like a second skin, and the smug curve of her lips told me she thought she still had a place here. But she wasn’t smiling today. No teasing tilt to her mouth, no come-hither gaze. Just sharp eyes and sharp heels, storming across the room like she owned it."I went to your office. You weren't there," she said, voice clipped, eyes narrowing at the screens behind me. "Imagine my surprise when I found out you canceled everything today. No meetings. No calls. Not even a message.”I didn’t answer. I just leaned back in my chair, jaw tight, trying not to snap. The image of Emily tumbling down the stairs still lingered on the screen. Her body, her limpness, that haunting silence after the fall—it was et

It felt like a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over my head. Reality. Brutal, unwelcome reality. I jerked back so fast I nearly tripped over my own feet. The moment shattered, splintering into a million pieces as I scrambled to put distance between us. My skin still tingled where his breath had fanned across it, but I clung to my sense. My duty. My pride. "I'm fine," I said quickly, my voice brittle. "Really. I have to finish reviewing the guest list for Angelo." He didn’t move. His jaw flexed. Just slightly. His eyes—dark, unreadable—held mine for a moment too long. I could see it there, the unspoken words, the tension swimming beneath his cool exterior. But he didn’t say a thing. Just nodded once. He opened his mouth like he was going to say something but stopped himself as he shook his head. And then without another word he turned and walked out of the room. I stood frozen until the door clicked shut behind him. Only then did I let out the breath I didn’t know I w