บททั้งหมดของ CEO's Forbidden Love: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

"What are you saying, Lucas being Samson’s son, and Jeff being my son?" Morris asked, his voice rising slightly.Amaya nodded slowly, tears already gathering in her eyes. "Yes. You can do a DNA test to confirm it."Morris blinked at her, his expression unreadable at first. But the more he thought about it, the more his face began to twist in confusion, frustration, and disbelief. He stood up, paced a little, then turned to face her again."Did you sleep with my brother?""No," she said quickly, shaking her head. "I didn’t. I swear, I didn’t. I just did what I thought was best at that time for my son.""Then talk to me in a way I can understand. Because right now, nothing you’re saying is making any damn sense."Amaya lowered her voice. Her words began to come out in pieces, her hands trembling."You remember… back then, when your ex-wife and I were pregnant at the same time? We gave birth in the same hospital, same day. My sister… she worked as a nurse there."She swallowed hard. "You

"Wow," Morris said, dragging the duvet up to his chest, clearly ready to sink back into sleep."You’re not doing that," Samson said, pulling the duvet away. "You owe me an explanation. Lucas is supposed to be your son? With Amaya? What’s going on?"Morris sat up slowly, rubbing his face. His voice was quiet but serious. "What I’m about to tell you can’t leave this room. If this ever gets out, Amaya could go to jail."Samson’s eyes narrowed. "Talk."Morris took a breath and began explaining everything: the birth mix-up, how Amaya’s sister had helped switch the babies, how it was done out of fear and desperation, and how none of it was planned to hurt anyone.When he finished, Samson stood there in silence for a few seconds before rage took over. "So she robbed her of raising her son? She stole those moments and memories from her? Even on her sick bed, she couldn’t tell the truth? Your wife is more heartless than I thought."Morris jumped off the bed. "Stop it! That’s enough. She’s stil

"What are you saying?" Samson’s voice was filled with disbelief as he took a step back, still not turning to face Lizzy. "You're a woman, I know that, but being naked in front of me doesn't prove anything."Lizzy’s voice trembled, but she raised it. “I love you!” she shouted. “Not in a father-daughter way. I mean it in the real way. The type that keeps you awake at night. The kind that gets under your skin. I’ve imagined us together more times than I can count, Samson. In so many ways, in so many moments, making love, being together… but no, just like your nephew, you chose another woman over me.”Her chest rose and fell as the words poured out of her. Her arms stayed by her sides, exposed, vulnerable, but her eyes were fierce. “Turn around and look at me.”Samson still didn’t budge. He kept his back to her, taking a deep breath. “I’m going to take that as you being drunk, again.”With that, he opened the door and left the room quickly, almost like he was escaping something that scared

FRESNO CITYIn a little room, an old woman’s walking stick knocked against the floor in frustration. Her face was scrunched with disappointment, her brows pulled together as she looked at the young woman sitting casually on a broken refrigerator.Bella, in her usual baggy tee and knicker shorts, was chewing on dried groundnut like nothing had happened. Her long hair was a wild mess, falling all around her shoulders, and her eyes were fixed on a crack in the ceiling, pretending not to notice her grandmother’s growing anger.“Really, Bella? You fought again? After all the promises?” the old woman snapped, thumping her cane once more.Bella yawned, not out of disrespect but because she barely slept the night before. “He slapped my backside, Grandma. I didn’t start anything. I warned him, but he thought I was joking. I just gave him what he asked for. He should be thanking you that you showed up on time. That’s the only reason I stopped.”The old woman shook her head in disbelief. “Do you

He jumped off the bed like something had stung him. His chest rose and fell as he picked up his trousers and shirt from the floor, his head spinning. His lips were slightly open as he tried to understand what had just happened. His hands moved to his head, rubbing his forehead as flashes of last night filled his mind. Then, his eyes fell on Lizzy.She was lying on her side, covered in the duvet, grinning like a teenager who just got her crush to talk to her."Come on, look around you," she said, stretching her legs slowly. "This is my room, not yours. You came here, looking like a man who couldn’t control himself, very horny, and yes, we had sex. Not just sex, mind-blowing, toe-curling, make-you-forget-your-name kind of sex."She licked her lips and twisted her hair in her fingers, the mischief still dancing in her eyes.Samson swallowed hard and quickly put on his shirt. He looked like a man trying to wake up from a nightmare. He struggled to speak but only managed a few mumbles. Then