All Chapters of Kiss me : Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

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Chapter 262: My Two Brats 48

LouiseMorning knocks against the cracked window of this room that stinks of sex, sweat, and the end of the world. A wan light glides across the dirty floor, slowly climbs up to us, revealing the state of this rickety bed and our still tangled bodies.Thomas doesn't move. Not a muscle. He's half asleep, or maybe he's pretending. His raspy breath scrapes the silence. His arm is thrown across my waist like a poorly adjusted lock. His skin is hot, too hot. Each breath lifts his ribcage against my back, and his odor clings to my throat, acrid and familiar.I keep my eyes open. Unable to close my eyelids. Unable to fall asleep.Everything in me is raw. My hips, my throat, my heart. He left his marks. Everywhere. I feel them all the way to my bones.The slightest movement makes me wince. I'm broken, there, in this shabby room, in his arms. And yet... I'm here. I stayed. Like a fool. Like a woman who no longer knows where hatred ends and love begins.Thomas's weight on me reminds me that thi

Chapter 263: My Two Brats 49

LouiseThe road back stretches endlessly, like those journeys you dread without ever daring to cut short. The city scrolls by, dull, impersonal, indifferent to our miserable shipwreck. The car's interior, confined, saturated with our silences and the lingering smells of a night too long, becomes a prison of shadows and memories.Thomas keeps his hands clenched on the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension. His gaze is lost on the road, but I know he sees nothing. Neither the traffic lights scrolling by, nor the hurried pedestrians, nor even the shop windows lighting up one by one as the day declines. He moves forward, driven by an inertia beyond him, as if the mere prospect of coming home was enough to steal his strength to breathe.As for me, I sit there, upright, motionless, arms crossed over my chest, vainly trying to warm myself. But the cold invading me doesn't come from outside. It's there, inside me, deeply rooted. That cold doesn't

Chapter 264: My Two Brats 50

ThomasThe day breaks over a pallid sky, devoid of any warmth. The gray light seeps lazily into the apartment, revealing the remnants of a sleepless night. Louise is still resting, motionless, perhaps asleep or simply determined to shut out the world. I don't dwell on her.I get up slowly, each movement weighed down by what is about to come. A cigarette lights between my fingers, and the first drag scrapes my throat like a cruel reminder of what I've become.I sit at the table, gaze for a long time at the phone before me. This old handset suddenly becomes the weight of everything I never knew how to say. Yet, I must. It's time.I dial Adrien's number. My heart in my throat, I count the rings. His voice, when it finally rises, is still heavy with sleep.Adrien — Father? What's happening?I close my eyes for a moment, then I start, in a deep voice, without beating around the bush:Thomas — Listen to me carefull

Chapter 265: Forbidden Fruit: My Son-in-Law 1

Title: The Forbidden Fruit: My Son-in-LawWhen Élise joins her daughter Camille's home to support her through the final weeks of pregnancy, she expects nothing more than her role as a mother. Attentive, caring, she watches over Camille, tired and irritable, and over the fragile harmony of the couple her daughter forms with Julien.But from the very first exchanged glance, a troubling tension settles between Élise and her son-in-law. Julien, neglected by Camille who is absorbed by her pregnancy, finds in Élise a listener, a woman who sees him, who understands him. Gestures grow longer, glances heavier, proximity more dangerous.In this suffocating house, under the weight of unspoken words and forbidden desire, they eventually give in. One night, the boundary breaks. Their betrayal erupts in the silence of the sleeping house, while Camille, unaware of what is playing out behind her back, prepares to give birth.Trapped by this immoral p

Chapter 266: Forbidden Fruit: My Son-in-Law 2

ÉliseI cannot sleep.The white ceiling reflects my thoughts back at me, dirty, forbidden. I toss and turn endlessly in these sheets that are not mine, impregnated with a scent too neutral, too cold. Yet it is his silhouette I see. His gaze. His deep voice pronouncing my name as if tasting it.I get up. Barefoot. I descend slowly.The house sleeps. Not a sound. Yet the light from the kitchen draws a thin line on the tiles.He is there. Sitting. A glass in his hand. Bare-chested.I stop. His broad back, his strong shoulders. The curve of his muscles. It all hits me straight in the stomach.Julien — You're not sleeping...His voice resonates, deep, almost husky. He doesn't turn around. He knows I'm watching him.I don't answer. I move forward. Slowly. The floor is cold beneath my feet. Nothing else matters.Élise — Neither are you.He laughs. A short, muffled sound. He finally turns. Our eyes me

Chapter 267: Forbidden Fruit: My Son-in-Law 3

ÉliseI don't know how I got home. Everything is blurry. The kiss against that wall, his voice, his hands... Everything haunts me.Camille talks, laughs, sees nothing. She doesn't see my red cheeks, my trembling hands. She doesn't see her husband's gaze on me, heavy, burning. She sees nothing. And yet... everything is there. Between him and me.Camille— Mom, do you want to stay a little longer? Until the baby comes? I need you...I look at her. Her round belly, her face so trusting. She trusts me.Élise— Of course, sweetheart. I'm here.I sink deeper into my lie. I sink deeper into this trap closing around me. Because I know I shouldn't stay. But I can't leave. Not now. Not after that.---The days pass. Slowly.Julien avoids me. Or pretends to. He no longer looks at me. No longer touches me. He talks about the weather, the market, the work to be done. I remain silent.

Chapter 268: Forbidden Fruit: My Son-in-Law 4

ÉliseDawn slowly slips through the curtains, pale and silent. Yet I remain unable to find sleep. My mind wanders, prisoner of the images from yesterday, of the burning memories of his hands on my skin, his greedy mouth, his fingers profaning what should have remained forbidden.I still feel the weight of his gaze on my body, and that unbearable heat smoldering between my thighs.To flee would be the only reasonable option. But I stay there, motionless, as if frozen by expectation, by that latent desire consuming me that I can no longer deny.When I finally go downstairs, the silence of the house seems heavy, almost threatening. And yet, he is there. Standing facing the windows, a cigarette between his lips, contemplating the garden shrouded in mist.I stop, breathless. His tense back betrays the tension within him.He turns around. Our eyes meet. For an instant, the world stops spinning.Julien— Go upstairs.His voice is deep, husky, marked by a desire neither of us can hide anymore

Chapter 271: Forbidden Fruit: My Son-in-Law 7

ÉliseThe day stretches slowly, heavy, oppressive. I wander through the house aimlessly, a shadow of myself. Every object reminds me of Camille. Every corner reminds me of what I've done.And him... He is everywhere.I feel him in the air. In that scent of wood and clean laundry. In that tension gripping my neck every time I feel his gaze weighing on me.Julien doesn't speak. He only watches me. Discreet. Patient. But each silence he imposes is more violent than if he were shouting his desire at me.Camille sleeps. Languid on the sofa, her hand on her belly. Unaware of the war raging under her roof.I take refuge in the kitchen. I try to breathe. But no sooner have I placed my hands on the sink than he enters.Julien— Running away again.His voice strikes me in the back. I don't turn around.Élise— Leave me alone, Julien.Julien— No.He advances. Slowly. I feel him behind me. His breath brushes my neck.Julien— Do you think you can play the perfect mother until the end of the week

Chapter 269: Forbidden Fruit: My Son-in-Law 5

ÉliseThe white light of morning seeps through the half-open window, caressing the tangled sheets, pitilessly revealing the disorder of the night. I do not move. My body remains stretched out there, heavy with fatigue, marked by his imprint. Every part of me remembers him, his hands, his mouth, his repeated assaults until exhaustion.And yet, it is not exhaustion that grips me this morning. It is a dull burn, an immense void pulsing between my thighs, as if my body already craves what my conscience begs me to flee.I slowly turn my head. Julien is there. Sitting on the edge of the bed, bare-chested, a forgotten cigarette between his fingers. His gaze is lost in the void. He is beautiful with a beauty that kills, a beauty that crushes women and leaves them drained.I watch him for a long time, unable to utter a single word. The weight of our fault looms above us, immense, crushing. But he does not move, and I sense that he is waiting. That he wants to hear what I have to say. Perhaps h

Chapter 270: Forbidden Fruit: My Son-in-Law 6

ÉliseThe sun has climbed high in the sky, casting a harsh light over the house that forgives nothing. Every corner suddenly seems too sharp, too visible, as if the day itself wants to tear me from my darkness. Yet, I force myself. I extract myself from that room that still smells of sin and regret, that place where I stopped being a mother last night.I descend the stairs slowly. Each creak of the wood beneath my feet gives me the sensation of moving toward my own judgment. And in the kitchen, the heart of this house I should cherish, I see her.Camille.My daughter.She is there, radiant in the simplicity of this ordinary morning. Her hastily tied hair reveals the delicate curve of her neck. She hums a trivial tune, light, carefree. Her rounded belly betrays the life growing inside her — this life she awaits with such trust.I stare at her. And in my chest, something tears slowly.Camille— Mom... There you are. I thought you were still asleep. You look terrible.She approaches, alr

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