All Chapters of My Forbidden Fruit : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Enzo settled back slowly, wincing as the nurse completed the taping of the bandage.I hovered beside him, holding onto his good hand.My hands were literally shaking. The warmth of his hand was giving me comfort that I needed the most right now.He tighten his grip, that made me a little relax.He's the one who's hurt but still he's giving me reassurance.My head was pounding by thinking about the incidents that happened in the past few days.These past days were hectic.The fights, arguments everything.Enzo and I never fight over anything, Ever.But maybe we should never say never.His wincing when I accidentally touch his shoulder gave me the idea that his shoulder is also injured.But one thing J can't understand I left Enzo sleeping at his place, how come he was at Antonio's.The distance is not much but still it's more than an hour ride.He saw my puzzled expression and before I could ask him. He started himself.Like he knew what I am going to ask."I woke up," he said softly,

The door closed behind me with a click, but I still sensed Enzo's presence on the other side. His heat. His proximity. The way the brush of our hands moments before had left me shivering. I never felt this way before. I was more of a teenage having crush type but now it was something else. His touches send heat all over my body. I sat on the edge of the bed, knees bent, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor like it might have answers. Too hot and bothered. I don't know if I should do this, my hand slipped inside my pants. I have never done this before. I was wet, a lot. Maybe I should shower first. I was thinking a different thing but fingers were now moving up and down in slow motion over my clit. My breathing becoming more and more deep. "God!-ohh--" Speed increasing with my heightened pleasure. It felt good and now I know why they say that self love is important. My eyes were closed. All I could imagine was HIM. Sitting in front of me, his fingers slipping in a

I didn't descend for dinner.I didn't even get up from the bed.I lay there in silence, gazing at the ceiling, allowing the burden of it all to settle in my chest. I wasn't hungry—not for food, not for talk, not for one more reminder that I didn't belong.But the knock came anyway.Light. Considered.Before I could answer, the door creaked open, and there she was—Carol.In one hand, a plate of food. In the other, that typical smirk. "Figured you'd be too shy to come down," she said easily, stepping in without invitation. "So I brought you dinner. Sweet, right?"She dropped the plate on my desk, and then looked around with faintly veiled distaste. "Your room's. cozy. I didn't knew guest room were this furnished Actually I always stayed in Enzo's room."I kept silent. I know what she's doing.And she needs to try harder this time.She turned toward me, folding her arms across her chest like she was settling in to gloat. “You know, Enzo told me you’ve been through a lot,” she said with

Carol sniffled loudly.It wasn’t the kind of quiet, ashamed sniffling that came with real tears—but the dramatic kind. Theatrical. Timed.She swiped at her cheek with the back of her hand, smudging her mascara as wet streaks ran down her face, lips trembling just enough to make her look fragile.“Enzo…” she began softly, her voice thin and cracking, like glass about to give. “I didn’t mean to yell. I just—I was frightened. She’s been so… aggressive lately. I didn’t feel safe.”The words hung in the air like poison, seeping in slowly.I didn’t move. My chest was rising and falling rapidly, but I stayed silent, knowing nothing I said now would reach him. Not yet.Enzo exhaled—a long, slow breath as if he were trying to push the weight of the entire evening off his shoulders. He pressed two fingers to his temple and closed his eyes, like he was tired of everything. Of both of us.When he opened his eyes, they were distant.“Go wait in my room, Carol,” he said finally, voice quiet, heavy.

My heels clicked off the wooden steps like the sound of a clock counting down. Each step I took was deliberate—my chin up, my spine straight, my red dress hugging every inch of me with unapologetic defiance. The fabric whispered over my thighs like a secret I wasn’t hiding anymore.I didn’t dress like this for attention. I dressed like this for a funeral. The funeral of my silence.Let them watch me. Let them wonder.Let him ache.But I never expected this.I spotted them the moment I turned the corner into the living room.The moment scorched itself into my memory—burnt and blistered.Enzo. Sitting there. Still. Quiet. Stiff.And her.Carol. Draped across his lap like sin wrapped in satin. Arms looped around his neck. Her red nails glinting like claws against his skin. Her lips pressed to the side of his jaw. Kissing him. Slowly. Purposefully. Possessively.Then her mouth moved to his.And he didn’t stop her.My breath caught.I could hear her breathy moan. Could feel it like a punch