All Chapters of Forbidden Affairs : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

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Shared by my brother’s friends 5

The evening settled in with a warm breeze drifting through the open windows. Ryan still had not returned from his errand, and his absence hung in the air like permission. The patio lights were on again, casting a soft golden glow over the backyard. I stood by the kitchen counter with an untouched glass of wine in my hand, telling myself I would take a sip when my nerves calmed. They never did.The sound of the sliding door opening made me look up. Mason stepped inside first, his eyes locking on me in that unhurried, predatory way that made my pulse stutter. Tyler followed, his shirt hanging loose, his gaze sharper. Eli moved in behind them, his hand brushing the frame of the door, while Jace stayed near the threshold as if keeping watch.“You have been avoiding us all afternoon,” Mason said, leaning on the counter just close enough for me to smell the faint hint of smoke and cologne on his skin.“I have not been avoiding—”Tyler cut me off with a quiet laugh. “You have. But it is fine

Shared by my bullies 1

The campus was quiet after dark, the kind of stillness that made every sound seem louder than it should. My sneakers squeaked faintly against the polished floor as I made my way down the dim hallway, hugging my textbooks to my chest. Most of the lights in the main building were off, but the lecture hall at the far end glowed faintly from a single lamp left on near the podium.I pushed the door open, relieved to see the space empty. The smell of old paper and marker ink lingered in the air. I had a final exam next week, and the silence of the lecture hall was perfect for cramming without distractions.I had just spread my notes out across the desk when the sound of heavy footsteps echoed in the hall. My stomach tightened. That slow, unhurried pace was too deliberate.The door creaked open and in walked Damien, Cole, and Rylan.I froze.They did not need to speak for my pulse to start racing. I had been keeping my distance from them since freshman year. They had a reputation, one they d

Shared by my bullies 2

The library after hours always felt like a chapel. The air carried the hush of whispered prayers, the lamps cast warm halos over tables that looked more like pews, and every footstep sounded like a sin. I slipped through the glass doors with a stack of textbooks hugged tight to my chest, telling myself I would finish two chapters before midnight and finally sleep without replaying last night.I did not make it to the second row before I saw them.Damien sat sprawled in a chair like the furniture belonged to him. Cole stood at the end of the aisle talking to the night librarian about a study room key, his voice low and persuasive. Rylan leaned against a shelf with a book open in one hand and his gaze on me over the top edge. The sight of all three in the quietest place on campus felt like a punch of heat to the stomach.I considered turning around. I did not.The tables near the windows were mostly empty. I chose one, set my books down, and pulled out my notes with deliberate care. If

Shared by my bullies 3

The third round was different. They asked fewer questions. They made fewer comments. They let silence gather and waited to see what I would do with it. I found myself speaking without prompts. I explained an answer out loud like I was teaching a class. I drew a tiny graph on the corner of my notes and only noticed when Cole’s breath shifted that he was watching my hands and not the lines.The timer chimed again. The sound barely registered.I set my pen down. “I am leaving now.”Damien stood. He did it slowly, as if to show he was not blocking me. Cole stepped aside from the door. Rylan held it open. The library noise reached us in a soft hum. We walked into the corridor like a procession, quiet and measured. Light pooled on the carpet from the wall lamps. The night librarian looked up and then down again, uninterested.I made it to the main doors before they spoke.“Tomorrow,” Cole said. It was not a question. It was a thread stretched between us.“I have work,” I said.“After.”I tr

Shared by my bullies 4

The rain started while I was in the last lecture of the day, a slow tapping against the tall windows that grew into a steady drumbeat. By the time the professor dismissed us, the courtyard outside was a blur of silver streaks and slick pavement. My umbrella was at home. My jacket was thin. I considered waiting it out in the building, but the place was already emptying, the lights dimming one row at a time.I pulled my hood over my head and stepped outside.The cold hit instantly, soaking through my sleeves, plastering my hair to my neck. My sneakers slid on the wet bricks as I cut across campus toward the bus stop. I had barely gone a hundred yards when a familiar voice called out over the rain.“Tessa.”I turned.Damien stood under the overhang of the gym entrance, his dark hoodie pulled low over his brow, rain dripping from the edges. Beside him was Cole, his hands buried in the pockets of a black jacket, and Rylan leaning casually against the doorframe, a slow smile playing at his

Shared by my bullies 5

I told myself I wouldn’t answer their messages.I told myself I wouldn’t give them another chance to corner me.But when I walked into my lecture the next afternoon, Cole was already there in the back row. He didn’t look at me right away, just drummed his fingers once against the desk. The sound was faint but deliberate. When I sat down, a folded piece of paper slid across my notebook without him moving his arm much.Come by tonight. We found something that belongs to you.There was no name, no explanation. Just an address I didn’t recognise.I considered ignoring it. But the thought of what they might “find” and what they might do with it if I didn’t come gnawed at me all through the day. By the time the sun dipped low, I was standing on the cracked sidewalk outside a converted brick warehouse on the edge of town. The windows glowed with a warm light, but the street was quiet.I knocked once.The door opened almost immediately. Damien stood there, one hand braced against the frame, h

Shared by my bullies 6

The city lights blurred into a halo of gold and white as the wind curled around the rooftop. From up here, the noise of traffic was distant, a low hum beneath the occasional gust that caught at my hair and tugged at my clothes. The air smelled faintly of rain from earlier in the day, sharp and clean.I didn’t know whose party it was. I’d been pulled into the elevator without seeing more than a flash of strangers in the hallway below. Cole had kept one hand lightly at the small of my back the whole ride up, his touch deceptively casual, while Damien stood at my side with that same unreadable smirk. Rylan had stayed behind us, silent, watching.We’d stepped out onto the rooftop terrace into a pocket of warmth and music. Strings of lights stretched above the space, casting a soft amber glow over scattered groups of people talking in low voices. Somewhere inside, a playlist murmured through hidden speakers.But I barely noticed any of it before Damien was steering me toward the far corner

My lost love 1

The champagne flute was cold in my hand, but the heat crawling up my neck had nothing to do with the drink. The ballroom shimmered in gold and crystal, full of people I knew by name but not by heart. I had perfected the art of small talk over the past three years. It was a survival skill. Smile. Sip. Deflect any question that digs too deep.Tonight was no different. At least, it wasn’t supposed to be.I stood near the far end of the grand hall, watching the swirl of designer gowns and black suits. The charity gala had been on my calendar for months. An easy event. Networking, pretending, and then disappearing before midnight. That was the plan.But then I felt it.A shift in the air, subtle at first. The hum of conversation dimmed in my ears as my body recognized something my mind had not yet caught up with. My pulse picked up. The hair at the back of my neck stood on end.I turned.And there he was.Luca.Three years had not dulled him. If anything, time had sharpened every dangerous

My lost love 2

The city blurred past in streaks of neon and shadow. I sat rigid in the back of Luca’s car, hands clasped tightly in my lap, my gaze fixed on the dark glass of the window. His presence filled the space between us, heavy and magnetic.He didn’t speak at first. He didn’t have to. Every second of silence was deliberate, pressing down on me until I could almost feel it in my bones.“Say something,” I finally demanded, unable to stand the quiet any longer.His voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it. “You look good.”I turned to glare at him. “That’s all you have to say after three years?”“No.” His eyes met mine, calm but unreadable. “But it’s a start.”I shook my head and faced the window again. “You shouldn’t have come back. You shouldn’t have come near me.”“That’s the problem, Ava. I’ve tried to stay away. I can’t.”I ignored the flicker of heat that stirred low in my stomach at his words. “You had no problem walking away before.”He leaned back against the leather seat, studyin

My lost love 3

The sound of waves was the first thing I noticed. The steady crash against the shore, muffled by the closed car windows, grew louder as the road curved downward.I didn’t remember agreeing to come here. In fact, I distinctly remembered slamming my apartment door in Luca’s face two nights ago. But this morning, he had been standing outside when I left for work, leaning against the hood of his car like he owned the street. He said nothing—just opened the passenger door.And somehow, here I was.The car rolled to a stop in front of a villa that looked carved into the cliff itself. Stone walls, floor-to-ceiling glass, the ocean stretching endlessly beyond. It was beautiful, but the isolation prickled under my skin.“This is not a good idea,” I said as Luca stepped out.He glanced back at me. “It’s the only idea that makes sense.”“Kidnapping me is not an idea.”“You’re not a hostage, Ava.” He walked around to open my door. “You’re under my protection.”I got out slowly, my heels crunching

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