Semua Bab My Forbidden Fruit : Bab 41 - Bab 50

It was too quiet. Evelyn stood on the balcony of Enzo’s penthouse, arms wrapped around her waist despite the warm breeze. The lights of the city blinked below like stars that had forgotten how to burn. Something wasn’t right. She hadn’t seen Enzo since the evening before One of the maids told her he left late at night—no explanation, no message. No goodnight kiss. No teasing smirk. Not even a warning glance. And now it was nearly 10:00 pm If he was going to be late, he always called me or he could message me atleast. She pressed her thumb against the pendant around her neck—a gift from Enzo weeks ago, heavy and cool against her skin. He never disappeared like this. Not without letting her know. Not after everything they’d been through, he can't just do this. She turned her head at the sound of footsteps—only to find Aaron.He froze when he saw her. “You okay?” he asked carefully. Evelyn gave a tight smile. “Yeah. Just thinking.” "Is Enzo home?" he asked. Evelyn shook her he

But you could've just called or texted.” I said, brushing past him. My shoulder knocked against his chest, but Enzo didn’t move. His pulse was hammering in his neck. “Bella—” “I was worried” I nearly shouted. “But you stayed with her.” “I had to!” His voice cracked like thunder. I turned sharply, eyes blazing. “No. You chose to. She has family Enzo than WHY YOU!?” “I didn’t sleep a goddamn second!” he barked, stepping into my space. “You think I wanted to be there? You think I didn’t want to be with you? But I got a call, Bella. A call where a girl was screaming in my ear, blood in her mouth and fear in her voice, and she said your name. Your name. What the hell was I supposed to do?” I looked at him, breath stuttering, eyes swimming with unshed tears. “You were supposed to tell me.you said you–loved me.” “I didn’t want to scare you!” he roared. “God, belle, don’t you get it? I’m losing my mind! Every second I’m not with you, I’m afraid someone’s going to take you away from

The room was still draped in morning shadows when the doorbell rang.Enzo stirred beneath the covers, his arm curled protectively around Evelyn, who remained blissfully asleep beside him. Her hair was a wild halo across the pillow, her breath soft and even.She looked so peaceful that he didn't had the heart to wake her up.For a moment, he didn’t move, unwilling to disturb the rare peace she wore on her face. But then the bell rang again.He cursed under his breath, slipping carefully out of bed. He kissed Evelyn's forhead and tucked the blanket gently around her and stepped into his sweats, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His phone was nowhere in sight—he must’ve left it in the hall. He checked the time and move downstairs.The doorbell rang a third time.With a sinking feeling, he padded towards the door.He told the staff to come after 9 so he didn't understand who it could be.He opened the door.Thinking maybe it's the guard but it was not.Lucas. Why he's here?Dressed in

The door clicked shut as Lucas left. Silence folded into the room again, tense and fragile. Enzo remained standing near the door, shoulders taut, his head low, as if carrying the weight of every unsaid word. I lingered near the edge of the kitchen island, unsure whether to speak, to step closer, or to flee upstairs and bury myself under the sheets again. He turned. Our eyes met. In three long strides, he was in front of me. His hand reached out and found the side of my neck—the pads of his fingers brushing over the hidden mark just beneath my collar. The place where his mouth had claimed me hours ago. The faintest bruise of want. I sucked in a quiet breath, startled by the boldness. His eyes were already there—dark, full of heat and possession, his thumb gliding slowly over my pulse. "Enzo—" my voice stuttering. "It's still there," he murmured. His voice was low, gravel-edged. "I thought—." he clicked his tongue then started to draw circles on it. "You left more than one," I

The world felt still—like we were floating outside of time. The air was heavy with the remnants of heat, the room dim and warm around us. Enzo was still hovering over me, breath shallow, the muscles in his back twitching as he slowly pulled out. I winced a little at the emptiness.He let out a low groan, then stroked himself once—twice—and came in hot, thick streams across my stomach. His eyes never left mine as he did it, and something about the way he looked at me in that moment made my chest ache.He collapsed beside me for a second, his fingers brushing hair from my forehead. “You okay?” I nodded, dazed and boneless. “Mmhmm.” A moment passed in silence before he stood, lifting me easily in his arms. “Come on, bella. Let’s clean you up.”The shower was already warm when we stepped in, steam curling around our bodies. He pressed me gently against the tiled wall and kissed me again—slowly, deeply. Like he couldn’t get enough of me even now. Our mouths moved lazily, water traili