Semua Bab My Forbidden Fruit : Bab 51 - Bab 57

My hands quivered a little in my lap as Enzo drove, but the press of his hand over mine steadied me, made the nerves take a little seat. But I couldn't shake the churning questions in my head. I have so many quetions about the attack,but I can't ask them while Enzo is there. I messaged Lily telling her to call Enzo when I message her next. Her reply came instantly. "I will but What happened?" I replied that once I am alone I will tell her everything. I looked towards Enzo, he was a little tense and if he was worried he didn’t show it. The car pulled up in front of a gated structure, a high-rise complex that shrieked cold luxury. Enzo exited first and came around to open my door. I paused for a moment but emerged, taking deep breaths. I wanted answers. I will get them, even If I have to jump in the dragons cave. We arrived at the door, and the maid opened it, smiling politely and inviting us in before we could even knock. Citrus candles filled the air in the clean, modern ap

The house was silent.The sort of silence that rang through the hallways, creeping up the walls, wrapping around Evelyn's throat like an invisible hand. She was curled on her bed, a pale ivory blanket pulled up to her waist, her knees bent slightly. The room was only lit by the lamp on her nightstand, its light sending long shadows across the pale blue walls. She gazed at the ceiling. Her phone vibrated. Enzo. She grabbed instantly, heart racing despite her efforts to remain calm."Lucas called," Enzo informed her, his tone low, slightly rough around the edges from the late hour. "I'll be going out with him, Aaron, and a couple of other guys for dinner. I could be late." "You three are definitely joined at the hip," Evelyn laughed. "Lucas is what, five years younger than you two?" "Technically, yes. But he behaves like he's the oldest." "So you're admitting that you and your brother behave like kids." "I am not a child," Enzo snapped back, voice dropping into that teasing timb

Rain was gently falling outside my old bedroom window. I could recall it all so vividly, as if the memory had been sewn into the very texture of my flesh. The gentle pounding on the windowpane, the smell of cinnamon from the candle my mom had lit in the hallway, the noise of traffic in the distance muted by the heavy curtains—it all came back with terrifying clarity.I was ten. My bedroom was a tangled mess of pinks and creams, with too many stuffed animals, ballet dancer posters, and a ruffled canopy bed I'd pleaded for my parents to buy. That afternoon, I'd just returned from the mall with my mother, a new dress clutched in my arms, purple as a grape and with ruffles that made me feel like a queen.Amelia perched at the end of my bed, back straight, hands crossed demurely over her lap. Her hair was inky black, impossibly smooth, parted down the center and swept behind pale ears. She always seemed to look a little out of place—like a china doll someone left in the incorrect room.

The sun was low, casting a mellow orange light over the empty street outside. Evelyn, not even ten, tore into the living room with a look of eager expectation in her eyes. Her hair was pulled into sloppy pigtails, bouncing with each bouncing step she took. "Enzo! Can we go to the ice cream parlor? Please?" she asked, cocking her head with a winsome smile that had melted Enzo's heart a thousand times over. Enzo, who was lying on the couch with a book on his chest, gazed at her with a half smile. "Only if you swear not to steal my cone again like last time." Evelyn laughed. "No promises!" He smiled and stood up, opening his arms wide before ruffling his hair. "Fine. Go get Amelia. We'll take Lucas too." Evelyn whirled on her heel and ran to the hallway. She was knocking on Amelia's door within seconds. "Amelia! We're going for ice cream! Come on!" Amelia opened the door slightly and stuck her head out with a serene face. "Right now?" "Yes! Hurry up!" A couple of minutes