All Chapters of Forbidden Attraction: Twisted Into A Sinner: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

SIMON'S POVMy daughter, Aurora meant the whole world to me and I wouldn't trade her for anything else.Even as a mafia Lord, to others I'm seen as a devil, ruthless and stoic, but when it comes to my daughter, I becomes a golden retriever.Walking downstairs, I heard her little voice as she argued with her nanny, Mrs Delilah, over the braids she would be wearing to school.Aurora has always been the other part of her late mom. She loves fashion and would do whatever it takes to look pretty even at home.“Mrs Delilah, I want Dutch braids not fishtail braids!” Aurora yelled, her arms crossed over her little frame and her lips curled into a pout.“Aurora, I can't make Dutch braids. Let's go with loose ponytail today. Next time, I would make you a Dutch braids.” Mrs Delilah tried talking my little princess through, but it seems all her words were falling into deaf ears.Aurora can be stubborn at times. Just like her late mom.Whatever Aurora wants, Aurora gets; her motto per say.“Prince

HAZEL'S POVAfter the funeral, I went straight to Annika's, but my brief encounter with Simon made me restless. His eyes still haunted me, his voice even. Over the last five years, I never thought my heart would still skip a beat at the sight of him. Without knocking, I pushed Annika’s door ajar. All I wanted to do was to hit the bed and cry myself to sleep, but never in my wildest dream did I imagine meeting Annika on top of a man—naked. My cheeks heated up as words flowed out of my lips. “I'm…. I'm so sorry.” I stuttered, clutching my black bag, and in less than a second, I was dashing outside with Annika's footsteps echoing in my ears. “Slow down, Hazel.” She grabbed my wrist before I got to hold the doorknob. “You can stay. You don't have to leave.” “I have to.” I chuckled, embarrassment flaming up my cheeks. Annika would never tell me to leave, but I didn't want to be a burden either. She'd want to spend some quality time with her boyfriend, I shouldn't be the third wheel. “

SIMON’S POVHazel and I had unfinished business. Rest assured, it wasn’t anything shady, just unresolved tension after I rejected her confession five years ago, and her sudden disappearance ever since.I was drunk. Fuck! And I messed up.I wasn’t supposed to reject her in such a cruel way, but things happen and so did it happen.When I woke up the following day and all the memories from the previous night came flooding back in handy, I wasted not as much as a second in rushing down to my father’s house, where I knew Hazel would always be.On my way there, I had pictured what state she’d be in; heartbroken, shattered, dull.But the least I expected was not meeting or seeing her anywhere. For the first time in years, it awoke something or rather made something alive in me, dead.“Piper,” I called, racing down the stairs in two steps, my eyes on my stepmother, who was busy with some telenovela series.She ignored my call, but I could see she was afraid of me and my presence because when

HAZEL’S POVIt’s been a week since I came into Simon’s home and I could count the number of times we’ve spoken to each other and I bet those conversations were either bickering, exchanging of words or silence.Neither of us made mention of anything from the past. Anything pertaining to what happened between us five years ago.The confession. The rejection. Running away like a coward.I felt it’d ruin the moment if I made mention of it, but with each passing day and the growing of feelings for this man, it won’t be long until we get back to the past.This time, it’d be more brutal and the heartbreak will be ten times more hurtful than the one from five years ago.The feelings I thought had died when I left Ireland for California five years ago, were awakened and this time, with dangerous, sinful thoughts.Thoughts like what I’m starting to have when I was told by Mrs Delilah to go inform Simon about his daughter’s need.It all started in a way which I thought was simple, but when it en

HAZEL’S POVWhatever Simon does, that was the least of my business. That was what I kept telling myself as I sat cross legged on my bed. The glow of my laptop screen was the only light in the room. My stomach growled for the second time in ten minutes, reminding me that I had skipped breakfast after skipping dinner last night.After the fallout with Simon, I had refused to leave my room, not because I was afraid of seeing him. It's just that, I didn’t trust myself not to throw a fork at his forehead the second he opened his mouth.After what he said last night, how could I not?Frustrated, I slammed the lid of my laptop shut with a groan and then leaned back against the headboard, letting my eyes flutter close for a second.Why does he always do this?Why does he act like I’m some villain invading his perfect little world? Like I asked to be here, like I’m forcing myself into Aurora’s life when all I’ve ever done is love her as her aunt. “Ugh,” I muttered, sitting up and yanking t