All Chapters of Forbidden Desire : The Bully’s Sinful Obsession: Chapter 61 - Chapter 66

I just kept looking at him, not saying a word.“I know you intentionally walked into my life,” he said, eyes fixed on mine but I still didn’t respond.Does he know the truth? No… that can’t be.“I overheard you the day you were talking to Mrs. Mabel,” he continued “You told her you and your friends made some stupid bet. That the goal was to get close to someone powerful, and that you were assigned to me.”My brow lifted slightly as I tried to fully register what he just said.That was when it clicked, I remembered telling Mrs. Mabel that. A lie I used just to gain her trust, and she had believed it. I had no idea Ethan had overheard.“And you told her you started to fall for me the more you got close to me,” he added and I scoffed quietly to myself. “I know that’s a lie,” he said, his voice low, “because it’s obvious you hate me. I see it every time you look at me and that’s what I’m trying to figure out.”The cramps in my stomach started acting up again, but I did everything I could

(The Next Day) ———After getting dressed, I was finally ready to head over to Mr. Reynolds’ place. But the second I opened the door, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.Ethan was standing right there.“Damn, you scared me,” I muttered, placing a hand over my chest. My eyes trailed down to the tray in his hands , toast, jam, something that looked like tea… and medicine.“Don’t tell me you’ve been standing there all this while,” I asked, squinting at him suspiciously.He shook his head. “I just got here. The moment I was about to knock, you opened the door.”Convenient but I wasn’t entirely convinced.He looked me over, his eyes lingering for a second too long on my stomach. “How are you feeling?” he asked, voice soft but steady. I knew exactly what he meant, the cramps.“I’m good, as you can see. And actually, I’m heading out,” I said, brushing past it.He tilted his head slightly, then glanced at the tray in his hands before looking back at me, like he was silently saying, Really

When we arrived at the event, the back door of the car swung open, and he stepped out first. Then he turned, reached his hand toward me, and without hesitation, I took it as I climbed out. The moment we appeared, camera flashes lit up like lightning , reporters calling out, a few fans behind the ropes murmuring and pointing.We both just looked, playing our roles, waving like a picture-perfect couple as we walked the red carpet together, side by side.When we got inside , everyone was dressed in black. The room was thick with quiet conversations, glasses clinking, and the subtle weight of grief in the air. Then I saw it , Isabella’s face printed on a large poster near the stage. I couldn’t take my eyes off it for a moment, until a familiar voice pulled me back.“Crazy, isn’t it?” Dave said, walking up to us with a small group. I recognized most of them from the reunion. “That Isabella Grant actually committed suicide.”“But she did,” a lady added softly. “The autopsy confirmed she ing