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Chapter 303: Forbidden Fruit My Stepson 39

ÉliseThe silence of this apartment makes me nauseous. There's too much space, too much emptiness. Every breath reminds me of what I lost. Not my husband. Not only. But my daughter. My flesh. And everything I betrayed.I pace. I cling to false occupations. A book I don't read. A television that crackles without me listening. Nights are worse. There, in this cold bed where Julien no longer sleeps, I realize what we did.I dream of her. Of Camille, pregnant, still. Her round belly. Her tired eyes. Her hand stroking the child she carries. My grandson. The one I didn't even see born.I lost her. Forever.And every second reminds me that I don't even have the right to complain. I betrayed. I betrayed my blood, my own daughter, for an unhealthy passion that left me only with ashes in the hollow of my stomach.I haven't heard from Julien. It's better this way, no doubt. But this silence gnaws at me. Is he suffering? Or did he find the strength to live without me?I cry, sometimes. Acid tears

Chapter 304: Forbidden Fruit My Stepson 40

Camille---I didn't see the days pass. Since that dinner, Édouard has been here. Not intrusive, never pressing, but his presence has slipped into my daily life as if it were obvious. A reassuring whisper.And tonight, he's here, on my doorstep. Not a word, just that look. That look that burns me, overwhelms me, and pushes me to take a step towards him.I close the door behind him. And everything becomes silent.I no longer know who moves first. Maybe him. Maybe me. But suddenly, he's there, in front of me, and I look up at him.His hands cup my face with an almost painful slowness. His skin against mine. My breathing quickens.— "Tell me to leave, Camille…" His voice barely trembles. "Say it and I'll go…"I shake my head. Unable to lie. I want him here. Now.So his lips find mine. And I lose myself.It's not brutal. It's not that dirty, guilty passion. It's slow. It's tender. It's a kiss that teaches me again what desire without shame is.He almost lifts me, carries me to my bedroom.

Chapter 305: Forbidden Fruit — My Stepson 41

Camille---I thought the morning after would be harder. That guilt would come, like a ghost clinging to my skin, ready to suffocate me. But no. This morning, I wake up in his arms and for the first time in months… no, in years, I simply feel alive. Not broken. Not dirty. Not ashamed. Just… here.I stay a few seconds observing him. His peaceful face, his eyelashes fluttering slightly. His hand still on my hip, as if he wants to keep me there, prisoner of this suspended moment. I smile, a real smile, sincere, rare.I slip out of bed reluctantly and rush to the kitchen to make breakfast. I want to leave him this image of me, soft, light. Not the woman damaged by regrets. When he joins me, hair disheveled, dressed only in pajama pants, he hugs me, without a word. And everything seems simple, natural.After eating, I went home. My heart was beating hard as I walked through the door of my apartment, as if I was afraid André would guess what I had done. But he was there, absorbed in his toy

Chapter 306: Forbidden Fruit My Stepson 42 End

Élise---I thought that by leaving, by fleeing this house, this bed, this past… I would feel better. I thought guilt would eventually fall silent, that the void would fade with time. But no. Three months have passed. Three months of living alone. And every morning, every damn morning, I wake up with that bitter taste in my mouth, that knot in my stomach that refuses to disappear.Julien is no longer here. There is nothing left. No more screams, no more lies. No more stolen embraces in the darkness. No more bodies seeking each other, finding each other, ruining each other. Yet, I am incapable of breathing. It's as if the air froze in my lungs the day I left him behind.I live in this small, impersonal apartment, far from everything, far from them. Far from that house too big, too full of memories that tore me apart. Here, there is only silence. White walls, cold furniture. And me, in the middle of it all, emptier still than this soulless decor. Sometimes, I catch myself staring at the

Chapter 307 — The First Shiver

ÉLÉNAIt starts with a voice.Deep. Slow. The kind of timbre that grabs you by the spine to force you to listen. I can't make out the words, not yet. Just that warm vibration that slips under my skin, like a whisper blown against my bare neck.I shouldn't be here.Drop off a file, sign a form, leave. That's all. Nothing more. But my fingers tremble around the cardboard folder, and my heels hesitate on the polished floor of the entrance hall.Then I see him.Neyl.He doesn't look at the others. He doesn't look at anything, really. He moves through the space as if he already possesses it. A perfectly tailored anthracite suit, a dark shirt open at the throat, and those eyes… black, slit with steel, impassive, until they turn towards me.And there, everything stops.He sees me.Not like you notice someone. No. He sees me like you target. Like you choose.His gaze sweeps over me without shame, without detour, without modesty. He doesn't linger on my eyes. He lingers on my mouth. And my sto

Chapter 308 — First Shiver 2

ÉLÉNAIt was supposed to be once.A deviation of trajectory, an ephemeral vertigo, a quick, wild unreason that you lock in a black box, repress, deny come morning.But Neyl is not a memory you put away.He is an imprint.A slow-release poison.He stays in the bones. He insinuates himself into silences. He rises to the surface with every heartbeat that's a little too strong.And I… I come back.Always.I come back even when I hate myself for it, even when my legs tremble from having given in too much, even when my conscience screams at me to flee, I come back like an oil spill that keeps washing up on the same cliffs, again, again, unable to do otherwise.Because he doesn't fuck.He conquers.He reduces.He transforms.And what he does to me, I had never known before.What he awakens, what he devours, what he leaves after… it's more than a lack. It's a wound. And I go back to it, because I need him to reopen it.Tonight again, I cross the threshold like walking through a fire I'm no lo

Chapter 309: Epilogue

ÉLÉNAThere was no promise. No vow exchanged in the dark, no lingering look before leaving. Only the sound of morning entering unannounced, that raw, pale light coming to lay its cold fingers on my naked hips. Only the sheet still damp from us, from him, from what we had done—or undone—during those hours stolen from the night. Only the emptiness where his body should have been, the still-warm imprint of his form on the mattress, that hollow where he ought to have been, where, for a few hours, I had thought I could abandon myself without falling. I had thought he would stay. That he wouldn't flee. Not yet.But he did.Without a word. Without a scribbled note, without even a cigarette left on the edge of the sink like an offering, a sign, a proof that he had truly been there. He vanished like a shadow you can never truly grasp, like a fever that leaves you at daybreak but leaves you drained, a stranger to yourself, breathless and dispossessed.And I stayed there, lying in that rumpled b

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