Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Affairs : Kabanata 161 - Kabanata 170

The world outside had started moving again.The city was reopening. Offices were preparing to welcome employees back. Life was supposedly returning to normal.But normal didn’t exist here.Not anymore.She stood by the penthouse window, watching the skyline breathe with new life. For days, the silence had been absolute. But now, cars moved. People walked. Yet none of that mattered.Because she wasn’t going anywhere.She had known this, deep down, since the first night Leon had locked the door behind her.Her reflection in the glass was no longer the woman who had walked into this place. Her skin bore the marks of ownership. Her body hummed with the memory of every punishment, every filthy confession they had dragged out of her. She had been molded—mind, body, soul.And tonight, they were going to make it permanent.The soft chime of the elevator echoed.She turned, her pulse quickening as Leon and Marcus entered. Both wore tailored suits, the contrast of their predatory presence wrapp

The door creaked.It was a soft sound, but in the charged silence of her apartment, it might as well have been a gunshot.Mia’s pulse spiked.She didn’t turn around. She didn’t need to.Damian had entered.She stood in the middle of the living room, barefoot, her breath shallow, her entire body wired tight. The air shifted, thickened, as his presence filled the space. He didn’t say a word. Just let the silence wrap around them like a noose.The door clicked shut.Locked.No way out now.“You left the door open,” his voice came, low and amused. “Good girl.”The praise was a bullet straight to her core.“I’m going to give you one chance to tell me to leave,” he said, though his tone didn’t suggest he was expecting it.Mia’s hands clenched into fists at her sides. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak.“That’s what I thought.”His footsteps were unhurried as he approached. A predator that knew his prey wasn’t going anywhere.“You’ve been playing brave, Mia. Listening. Touching yourself. Pretendi

Morning came, but the tension didn’t fade. Olivia stood at the kitchen counter, pouring coffee with a grip too tight on the handle. She could feel Cole’s presence behind her, even without looking. His silence was heavy, calculated. He wasn’t in a rush. He didn’t need to be. The events of the night before replayed relentlessly in her head—the kiss, the dares, the way Ethan had allowed Maya to straddle him without hesitation. But what consumed her most was the way Cole’s lips had tasted when he made her moan into his mouth like she wasn’t supposed to. Ethan strolled in, acting as if nothing had shifted. He wrapped an arm lazily around Olivia’s waist, pressing a casual kiss to her cheek. But his eyes flickered toward Maya, who sat cross-legged on the couch, sipping her coffee with a knowing smile. “Good morning,” Maya purred, her voice deliberately laced with mischief. Cole’s voice followed, low and rough. “Morning, Liv.” The way he said it—intimate, possessive—made her knees wobble

The sun was dipping when Ethan’s breaking point came.It started with small things. Maya’s hand lingering too long on his thigh during dinner. Cole’s casual way of brushing past Olivia, fingers ghosting along her bare skin as if she were his to touch—because she was now. Ethan’s pride had taken blow after blow, and though he laughed with them, played the role of host, the fire behind his eyes was undeniable.Olivia saw it building.It wasn’t a question of if Ethan would snap, but when.When Cole leaned over the table, refilling Olivia’s wine glass without asking Ethan, that when arrived.Ethan stood abruptly, chair scraping back. “Liv, can I talk to you?”His tone wasn’t a request.The room stilled.Cole’s smile deepened, but he leaned back, as if amused by the outburst. Maya watched like a spectator at a show she’d seen a hundred times.Olivia followed Ethan into the hallway.“What the fuck is going on with you?” Ethan’s voice was sharp, but not angry. It was desperate. His hands gri

The storm outside raged, but inside the cabin, the real tempest was human.Olivia sat on the edge of the bed, her skin still marked from last night’s brutal lesson. Every bruise, every faint bite, was a declaration—she was no longer Ethan’s. She had crossed a line she couldn’t uncross.Tonight wasn’t going to be a swap.It was going to be a claim.Maya’s laughter echoed from the living room, sharp and gleeful. Cole’s voice followed, low and commanding, slicing through the air like a blade. Ethan hadn’t said a word all morning. He floated through the cabin like a ghost, his pride shredded, his purpose dangling by a thread.Olivia stood, her body alive with anticipation. She wasn’t nervous.She was ready.When she entered the living room, the scene was already set.Maya lounged on the couch, draped in nothing but a silk robe, sipping whiskey like it was a show. Cole stood in the center, shirtless, his eyes locking onto Olivia’s with a smirk that said everything.Ethan was kneeling.Blin