Todos os capítulos de Forgive Me Father: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

CHAPTER 51EZRAWhen I woke up, for a second I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.The couch was way too soft, the blanket was warm, and there was a faint smell of cinnamon in the air.Then I opened my eyes and saw Dorian’s living room.Right. Not heaven. Just… dangerously close.“Good morning,” came his voice from the kitchen.I jerked upright. “Oh my God—”He was leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee, hair damp like he’d just showered, wearing a plain T-shirt and joggers. Joggers. I wasn’t ready for that visual assault this early.“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” I blurted.“I told you to,” he replied, annoyingly calm. “You looked like you were about to collapse.”“I should go,” I mumbled, rubbing my face. “I have class.”He nodded, though his eyes lingered on me longer than they should have. “I packed breakfast. Eat it on the way.”“Father—” I started, then caught the look he gave me. “Dorian,” I corrected.His lips twitched. “Good boy.”My ears burned. “Stop saying thin

CHAPTER 53EZRAIf there was ever a moment where I thought God genuinely loved me more than the others… it was right then.Because when Genevieve started announcing the room pairings, and the boys all leaned forward like we were at some suspenseful lottery draw, she read out:> “Room Four: Ezra Vale and Father Dorian.”My soul left my body.Lily’s gasp was loud. “No way.”Ryan nudged me. Jordan coughed loudly. “Saints are watching.”I tried—really tried—to keep a straight face, but my cheeks were already betraying me, heating like crazy. I was doomed. There was no coming back from this level of internal giddiness.Rooming. With. Him.Lord have mercy.Dinner was served in the massive dining hall. It felt like we were in some Victorian movie—long tables, golden lights, way too many forks. The food was surprisingly amazing. Roast chicken, rice, plantains, salad. Lily nearly cried over the mashed potatoes.“The philanthropist is living soft,” Jordan muttered, stabbing a piece of chicken.

CHAPTER 55 EZRA Dorian's grip on my wrist was iron-tight, his fingers digging in like he was afraid I'd vanish if he let go. My heart hammered in my chest, a wild drumbeat echoing the chaos in my head. *What the hell are we doing?* But I didn't pull away. I couldn't. "You shouldn't have followed me," he growled low, his voice a rumble that sent shivers straight down my spine. But he was already moving, yanking me through the glass door and out into the night. The garden air hit me ,the scent of roses and damp earth filling my lungs. The mansion's bushes loomed like shadowy walls, thick and tangled, swallowing us whole as he dragged me deeper into the darkness. "Father—Dorian, wait—" I gasped, stumbling over roots and uneven ground, but he didn't slow. His hand slid from my wrist to my waist, pulling me flush against him for a split second before shoving me forward into the heart of the bush. Branches scratched at my arms, leaves rustling like whispers as we plunged into pitch

CHAPTER 57EZRAThe night air was heavy—wet with the scent of rain and pine. I stepped outside, needing space.I wasn’t expecting to see the black sedan still parked at the end of the drive.My jaw tightened. Of course he hadn’t left.The door opened, and he stepped out.Adrian Cross.Expensive suit, perfect smile, the kind of man who thought the world bowed when he raised a brow.“Looking for me?” he asked lightly.I didn’t answer. My hands were already curling into fists in my pockets.He took a slow step closer. “Still as charming as ever, I see.”“What do you want, Adrian?” I said flatly. My voice came out low, colder than I intended.“Relax.” He lifted both hands, mocking peace. “Just thought I’d drop by and say hello. It’s been what—three years?”“Not long enough.”He smiled, that same arrogant curl of the mouth that used to make witnesses crumble. “You haven’t changed. Still pretending to be holy.”I ignored the jab. “Say what you came to say.”He circled me like a vulture. “Yo

CHAPTER 59EZRAThe moment we stepped out of the hall, everyone scattered like hungry pigeons.“I’m starving,” Lily whined, rubbing her stomach. “If I don’t eat soon, I’ll faint and they’ll have to drag my body across the stage for round two.”Jordan rolled her eyes. “You had breakfast, Lily.”“That was gum.”I laughed. “Same thing.”“Bite me,” she said, elbowing me.We found a small cafeteria near the venue, packed with other choir groups, everyone in their shiny robes and holy smiles. The smell of rice and fried chicken filled the air, and honestly, I could’ve kissed the chef right there.We managed to grab a table near the window. Ryan immediately ordered two plates like he hadn’t eaten in years.As we were eating, a tall guy from another table turned and smiled right at us — or more specifically, right at Lily.“Hey,” he said, walking over. He had that soft, easy charm — curly hair, dimples, voice like melted butter.“Uh, hi?” Lily blinked, caught off guard.“I just wanted to say,