All Chapters of Forbidden Pleasure: Sex, Secrets & Scandal: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

LEAVING FOR MY SANITY Leona’s POVI didn’t even feel my feet moving after I ran from the library. I just knew I had to get away from Marco, from his words, from that paper that fell between us like a curse. My chest hurt, like someone had split it open. By the time I reached my room and slammed the door, I was already shaking.I slid down the wood until I hit the floor. My head pressed against my knees, and I just stared across the room at nothing, at the stupid wallpaper that peeled at the corners. Everything was too quiet. No footsteps after me. No voice calling my name. He just… let me go.I should have felt relief, but all I felt was this numb weight pressing down. I kept thinking about his face, how broken he looked when he said those words. I’d burn every truth to touch you again. It made me sick because part of me wanted to run back, part of me still wanted him.My hands wouldn’t stay still. They shook as I dug for my phone. I don’t e

Leona’s POVThe rain hadn’t stopped since I left that house. It was the definition of an endless outpouring; I was slowly freezing out here wanting to wash away what was left.My hair was still damp, my shoes soaked through, and I just sat there on the curb outside the gates with my bag clutched to me like a shield. Every car that passed made me flinch, headlights too bright, sounds too sharp.Then a car soon pulled up in front of me, headlights was cutting through the et night. I looked inside it was cassie, she took a cab. I didn’t even wave. I didn’t move at all until she jumped out, umbrella crooked in her hand, and said my name like she’d been saying it over and over before I could hear it.“Leona… hey, babe, get in, okay? You’re freezing out here.”I couldn’t answer. My lips felt stuck together. I just let her take the bag from my shoulder and push me gently toward the car. I slid into the seat, leather cold and wet under me, and buckled in with hands that wouldn’t stop tremblin

VALERIO'S GREED Marco POVI placed my body on one edge of her bed, my legs was dangling on midair, as I clenched my fists pressing it so hard against my knee that I felt the bones grinding. The sheets were still filled with her faint perfume, but it was already fading and I hated it.I lost count on how long I rested my body on the bed. Not I knew how long in the first place. My phone made a buzz sound on the tablestand. I didn’t want to look, didn’t want more messages that weren’t her, but I did anyway.A name I didn’t expect.Valerio.Just three words. “She’s safe with me.”My stomach dropped and burned all at once. My heart slammed so loud I thought it might crack my ribs. Safe? He thought he had the right to say that? He had been circling her, I knew it, like a vulture waiting for a body to go cold, and now he was telling me she was with him? No. No, he wasn’t going to touch her, not even with his shadow.I soon began to imagine things flowing around my head, blurring my vision,

BECOMING SCARLETTLeona POVI got a worried stare immediately I got back to cassie’s grandma’s apartment. It was cassie. Her voice was soft, laced with worry, the way it always was when she thought I was breaking apart again.“Leo? Where’d you go throughout the night? I waited up and you didn’t come back,” she stood up to hold my hands.I bit my lip hard enough to taste iron. “I just… I needed air. I walked. Cleared my head. You don’t have to worry.”“Cleared your head where? You told me you were only gong for a walk.”“Yes I went for a walk by the river. Just walking, thinking about exams. I’m in my final year, Cass. I can’t fail now.”Then we sat down facing each other on the leather couch, almost accusing, before she sighed. “You don’t have to lie to me. You know that, right?”I swallowed hard. The lie lodged like a stone in my throat but I forced it out. “I’m not lying. Promise.”She wanted to believe me—I could hear it in the quiet

MY FATHER'S HATREDMarco POVI still felt my palm sweaty as I held on the steering weel in one spot of the parking lot. Drawn out of impatience, I finally pushed my car door open, slamming it hard as I stalked across the street towards the club. The air smelled like smoke and perfume, sweet but sour, and it twisted my stomach. I shoved my hands in my pockets to hide the way they shook, but my jaw was clenched so tight I could hear my own teeth grind.Two men stood at the entrance. Black suits, big shoulders, blank eyes. I knew their type—they weren’t just guards, they were walls, trained to see a man like me coming and break him down without blinking.One of them stepped forward before I could even open my mouth. “Your Club ID, please.”I froze for a second, fury punching through me in a wave so strong I nearly staggered. Then I laughed, sharp and bitter, because what else could I do? “Not tonight? You don’t even know who the fuck I am.”The man didn’t blink. “We know exactly who you