All Chapters of Forbidden Affairs : Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

They said no one lived up here anymore.Not since the murders. Not since the fire.The cabin had been abandoned, forgotten, reclaimed by the woods. The trail leading to it was overgrown. The air grew colder the deeper she hiked, like the trees themselves were warning her back.But she’d seen something.A figure in her camera lens. A shape in the window. Something watching.Ghost hunting had started as a TikTok gimmick. But this? This was real. This was different.When she reached the clearing, the cabin stood in the center like a grave marker. Burnt at the edges. Windows boarded. Door half-hanging. Smoke rose faintly from the chimney.She crept up the steps and knocked once.Twice.The door creaked open.And there he was.Tall. Silent. Dressed in black from neck to boot. A hood hung low over his face, shadows hiding his eyes. His chest rose with breath. Broad. Quiet. Still.“I thought this place was abandoned,” she said.“It was,” he murmured.His voice was low. Velvet laced with stee

The upstairs hallway was narrow and dim, lit only by the soft yellow glow of a single lamp. The party below had dissolved into silence, leaving behind the faint hum of the old refrigerator and the occasional whisper of wind against the windows.Elena stumbled as Logan pushed her forward. Cyrus followed behind her like a shadow, his fingers brushing against the small of her back. Dean closed the distance at her side, his hand firm around her wrist. Their steps echoed on the hardwood floor, slow and steady. The lake outside pressed its darkness against the house like a weight.She tried to breathe evenly, but the air felt heavy. Her skin burned where their hands had touched her on the deck. She told herself to scream, to fight, to do something. But her voice stayed trapped somewhere in the back of her throat.When they reached the guest room, Logan pushed the door open.The room was warm, smelling faintly of smoke and cedar. A single lamp lit the space, throwing soft shadows on the crea

The blindfold was still tight around her eyes.Elena had lost all sense of time. She didn’t know how long she had been in that room, surrounded by them. The world outside no longer existed. It was just the sound of their voices, their breaths, the weight of their hands. Her wrists throbbed against the rope, the knot digging deeper into her skin every time she moved.Someone had turned off the lamp. The air felt heavier in the darkness, thicker. The sound of the floor creaking told her that at least two of them were still moving around her. The third had barely spoken since the blindfold went on.Logan’s voice finally broke the silence. “You’re so quiet now.”She tensed. His voice was closer than she’d expected.Cyrus laughed low near the door. “Not so bold without your eyes, huh?”Dean’s fingers grazed the back of her neck. “She’s learning.”“Learning what?” she whispered. Her voice sounded small, foreign.Logan’s hand slid up her thigh, forcing her legs apart slowly, like he was test

The mansion looked different at night.The warm lights glowing behind the tall windows gave the house a golden, deceptive calm. But Ariana could already sense the change in the air before she even walked through the front door. Her stepfather’s sleek black car was parked at an angle that told her guests had arrived early. The driveway was lined with expensive vehicles she didn’t recognize.Inside, the scent of expensive whiskey and cigars clung to the air. Low jazz played from the speakers hidden in the walls. The housekeeper’s soft footsteps disappeared down the hall, leaving only deep male voices rumbling in the dining room.Ariana smoothed her skirt before walking in. She hadn’t planned to stay the weekend, but Richard had called that morning with a tone she knew better than to ignore.Be here by six. Wear something nice.The moment she stepped into the dining room, all conversation stopped.Five men sat around the polished mahogany table, their plates untouched. They were older, i

The study door closed with a soft, heavy click that seemed to seal the night in place.Ariana’s bare feet sank into the thick rug as Richard guided her deeper into the room. The walls were lined with tall, dark shelves packed with books that smelled like cedar and age. A single lamp glowed on the desk, throwing warm light across the leather chair behind it.She’d been in this room before. She had sat on the rug as a child doing her homework while he took business calls. Back then, the air felt quiet and safe. Tonight it was different. Too quiet. Too warm. Like the room itself was holding its breath.“Up here,” Richard said.His voice was calm, low, the kind that didn’t need to rise to be obeyed.She climbed the small steps onto the rug in front of the desk. Her dress was gone. Only thin black lingerie clung to her skin now, the air cool against the places where she felt their stares earlier.The door opened again.Logan, Julian, and Peter entered like they belonged here, moving slowly