All Chapters of Everything He Wasn't Allowed To Be : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jonah POV"You know, I heard sunlight is never the best cure for hangovers, you should be resting." I said, standing over her shoulder.Elaine turned to look at me, eyes squinting against the sun. "I am sorry, who are you?" she asked, blinking like she could not place me.I chuckled, though a flicker of unease hit me. "Wow. The whiskey got you bad, huh?" I muttered under my breath.She looked confused, eyebrows drawn, lips slightly parted. The salty breeze rolled in from the beach, stirring her hair. I stepped in, reintroducing myself. "Anyways, the name is Jonah. The guy you spoke to last night before you blacked out."She blinked, trying to focus. "Jonah?… righhhttt," she mumbled, reaching up to press her fingers against her temple. I could see the headache written all over her face. "Yeah… you… you mentioned something about being an architect?"I gave her a small nod, thankful she remembered at least that much. "That is right. And you are… an editor, right?" I settled onto the edge

Elliot's POV‎I slipped into the black sedan, settling beside Clara. "Are you ready to leave?" she asked, turning to me.‎"Yeah, yeah, I am," I mumbled, distracted.‎"And Jonah?" she inquired.‎"He's headed to the airport now, he has an earlier flight," I said, sighing.‎Clara took my hand in hers. "Is everything okay?"‎"It's Jonah," I admitted, my forced smile faltering.‎ "We, we had a bit of a disagreement before we left."Clara’s brow furrowed. ‎"About what?"I hesitated, then sighed again.‎ "He's… he's still suspicious of you, Clara. He thinks you're… I don't know… manipulating me somehow."‎Clara’s expression shifted, a flicker of hurt crossing her face. "And you? Do you think I'm manipulating you?"My gaze softened. ‎"No, Clara. I trust you. I know you're trying to help."‎"Then talk to him, Elliot," she urged. ‎"Don't let this fester. Misunderstandings can become monsters if they're left unchecked."‎"I will," I promised, though a part of me still bristled at Jonah’s accusat

‎Elaine's POV‎My heart skipped, my body tensing. "What's the next step?" Victor leaned in, his voice low, his eyes gleaming.‎ "Elliot’s having second thoughts. He’s been spending more time with Jonah... avoiding Clara... dodging wedding plans. He’s not committed to this... not even close.”‎My lips thinned, curving up in a sinister smile, my fingers tightening around my glass. "Do you have any evidence to prove that?"‎ Victor nodded, "I believe I should get some soon. Jason would deliver them to your house. This time it won't only be pictures but videos maybe even voice recordings." ‎My eyes narrowed, my jaw clenching. "And what do you get out of this?" "I mean, you seem to be so eager to see the downfall of the Sinclairs," I continued.‎ Victor’s smile was wicked, his eyes gleaming with malice. "I want to see them destroyed. I want to see the Sinclairs lose everything... their power, their wealth, their reputation. I want them ruined." His fingers tightened, his knuckles turning

‎Elliot's POV‎Clara looked at me and sighed before heading towards the entrance of the other room. Lila slipped out, walking towards me and smiling. ‎"Where are you going, Lila?" Clara asked. ‎"You know, I thought how lonely Elliot would be here. I've decided to take him to the event decorator to keep him busy," Lila replied.‎ "What about your dress design? How are you going to choose that?" Clara asked.‎ "Oh Clara, that's why you're my big sister. I trust you and your judgment. Whatever you pick is fine by me as long as we wear the same color," Lila said, smiling. Clara looked on, confused. ‎Lila turned to our mother, "I just thought to help by accompanying Elliot to the event decorator. You know how men are about these things," Lila began. "A woman's touch or input would be needed, and since Clara is so busy with dresses and other things, I decided to lighten her load," Lila finished her explanation. ‎"That's so kind of you, honey," Clara's mother told Lila.‎"Come on, Elliot

Third Person POV‎She wondered how long she could carry on. "Yes, he's actually into a lot of them, but his favorites are dildos and vibrators." She responded, her eyes closed, wincing. ‎"Oohh, he sure is adventurous," one bridesmaid said. The group cheered and took more shots. She excused myself from the room; She needed some air. ‎Lila looked on, thinking, "Clara wasn't one to talk about her sexual experiences in public."‎ "I think she's hiding something, if she actually had sex with Elliot, she wouldn't have said anything." ‎"How would a man date Clara for so long without trying to make a move on her?" These thoughts flew through her mind. Something was wrong somewhere, and someone is lying; she has to talk to Victor.Lila's POV‎I rushed to my room. I turned on my computer. The light from the screen illuminating the whole room. My fingers flew through the keyboard as I typed Victor's name into the search bar. I was way sobered up by now. The search engine produced different re