Todos os capítulos de Forbidden Pleasure: Sex, Secrets & Scandal: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 106

MEETING A THERAPISTLeona POV I didn’t wanna go, not really. I voluntarily agreed because Marco wouldn’t stop looking at me like like I was some cracked thing he couldn’t glue back together but was still trying anyway and I could really see through his struggles.Morning light was already cutting through the curtains when I sat on the edge of the bed. My legs felt heavy. My chest too. Everything just… weighed. Marco was still in the shower, steam crawling out under the bathroom door, and I just stared at my reflection in the mirror across the room. My hair was a mess, mascara still smudged from last night — from crying, from everything.He said therapy would help. He said it like it was simple. Like sitting in front of some stranger and ripping my chest open would make me better.Better.What even is that anymore?I tried to breathe but my throat felt thick. The air stuck there like glue. I kept hearing Giovanni’s voice in my head — that lazy, calm way he talked, like the world was

SEEING CASSIE AGAIN Leona POV Staying alone filled with built up peace is the best feeling I ever wanted. I found myself at the seashore of the beach, which somewhat now looked smaller, or maybe it was just me who got bigger, heavier with all the things I didn’t say. I was early, too early, and I kept thinking maybe she won’t come, maybe she moved on like everyone else did. The sea smelled like metal and salt, the kind that sticks to your skin and makes you feel too alive. I was cold even with the sun out. I kept pulling my sleeves down, hiding the old scar on my wrist like it could still say something I didn’t want it to. And then I heard her laugh. That crazy, beautiful, loud laugh that cracked open everything I’d been trying to hold together. Cassie. She came running like a storm, nearly tripping on the sand, yelling my name. “LEONAAA!” She stretched it out too long, like she didn’t want to let go of the last vowel. Before I could stand, she crashed into me, hugging me so t

AFTER THE STORMLeona POVI woke up late that morning… later than usual. I don’t really know why, maybe because the rain had stopped in the night and the quiet felt too soft, like it was holding me. I just laid there for a bit, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember when peace stopped feeling strange.It’s funny, I used to wake up scared, like every sound meant something bad was about to happen. Now the only thing I hear is the seagulls fighting outside and the pipes groaning when the water heater kicks in. It’s weird, I like that sound now. It feels like proof that this place exists… that I exist.The apartment’s small, nothing fancy. Two rooms, one big enough for a couch that sags too much on one side, and the other just my bed and a mirror that came with the place. I never fixed the crack in the mirror. I kinda like it. It splits my reflection right down the middle, like it’s reminding me I used to be two people — the one that survived, and the one that didn’t.I made coffee, t