All Chapters of Falling For Forbidden: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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The return of devil

The sky was painted in a heavy shade of gray, the clouds thick and brooding as if they carried the weight of a secret no one was ready to hear. The rain poured relentlessly, drumming against the glass windows of the university like a thousand impatient fingers tapping on a locked door. The air was dense with the scent of wet earth, and the streets gleamed with reflections of neon lights as puddles grew into small lakes across the courtyard.Amara stood on the balcony, her fingers curled tightly around the cold metal railing. The world below her seemed distorted, a blur of umbrellas and hurried students trying to escape the downpour. But then, something changed.A shift in the atmosphere.She felt it before she saw it. The weight in the air thickened, pressing against her chest like an unseen force. A hush spread across the courtyard, as if the rain itself was holding its breath in anticipation. And then, they arrived.Two sleek black cars pulled up to the university’s entrance. Their

Last Updated : 2025-08-21

Amara Escape

The storm had swallowed the city whole. Rain poured from the sky in relentless sheets, turning the streets into rivers of silver and shadow. The wind howled through the alleys, tearing through the night like a beast hunting its prey.Amara ran.Her breath was ragged, her limbs trembling, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The world blurred around her, distorted by the rain and the panic clawing at her chest. Her soaked clothes clung to her skin, her shoes splashed through puddles, and every heartbeat felt like a hammer against her ribs.She didn’t know where she was going. She only knew she had to go.The moment Victor’s men had started circling her, she had felt it—the invisible noose tightening. The university, her tiny apartment, even the streets she had once called home—they weren’t safe anymore. Nothing was.She had thrown her few belongings into a bag, grabbed her coat, and fled. Her body ached, exhaustion weighing her down, but terror pushed her forward. The sound of her own fr

Last Updated : 2025-08-22

A Name that shake the room

The world was spinning.Amara opened her eyes to the dim light of her tiny apartment, her body curled in the same position she had collapsed in the night before. The air was thick with the scent of damp fabric, her clothes still soaked from the storm. Her head pounded, a dull, aching throb that pulsed behind her eyes.She hadn’t slept. Not really. She had drifted in and out of consciousness, caught in the space between waking and dreaming. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him—the black car, the piercing gaze behind the window, the way he had watched her without a word before disappearing into the night.He had been there. He had seen her break. And still, he had left.Her body protested as she forced herself to sit up, her muscles stiff, her limbs heavy. The exhaustion clung to her, but she had no time to let it consume her. She had a lecture to attend. She had a life to pretend to live.Dragging herself out of bed, she dressed mechanically, tying her damp hair into a messy kno

Last Updated : 2025-08-23

Mystery Gift

By the time Amara’s class ended, the sky had darkened into an endless stretch of gray. Heavy clouds churned above, swallowing the last traces of daylight. The air smelled of damp earth and impending rain, thick and suffocating, pressing against her skin like a warning.She had lingered longer than usual, unwilling to leave the suffocating warmth of the lecture hall. But eventually, the weight of the day pushed her towards the exit, into the cool, damp evening.The rain had already started, a steady drizzle that quickly escalated into something heavier. She hadn’t brought an umbrella. She hadn’t even thought about it.Her steps faltered at the entrance of the university building, eyes scanning the dimly lit path ahead. The streets were almost empty, the usual buzz of students replaced by the quiet murmur of raindrops against the pavement.Then—A car.It appeared from the shadows like a phantom, sleek and black, its headlights cutting through the downpour. It rolled to a slow, delibera

Last Updated : 2025-08-24

The Past that made him

The Aldridge estate stood like a fortress against the night, its towering silhouette barely visible beneath the heavy downpour. Rafael stepped out of the car, the rain drumming against the pavement as he moved towards the grand entrance.The moment he crossed the threshold, warmth enveloped him—the scent of polished wood, aged books, and something faintly spiced lingering in the air. A stark contrast to the cold, unforgiving world outside.A figure was already waiting for him in the dimly lit foyer.“Welcome home, Mr. Rafael.”The maid bowed her head slightly, hands folded neatly in front of her. She was one of the few who had been around since his childhood, someone who had learned early on that silence was the best way to survive in the Aldridge household.Rafael shrugged off his coat, handing it to her without a word. The rain had soaked through the fabric, but he barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere—still lingering in the dim glow of the bookstore, still replaying the look in Am

Last Updated : 2025-08-25

A game of power

The night inside the Aldridge estate stretched long and suffocating.Rafael lay still, staring at the ceiling of his dimly lit room. The city outside was silent, but silence never existed inside his mind. Not when the past lurked in every shadow, in every breath, in every fragment of his being.And as exhaustion finally pulled him under, the past came rushing in.It always started the same way.The garden. Sunlight. A child’s laughter.His mother’s voice, soft and melodic.“Come here, my love.”She sat in the middle of the grass, arms stretched out to him, warmth in her smile. She was beautiful—delicate where his father was hard, loving where his father was cold. She held him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.“Promise me, Rafael,” she whispered, running her fingers through his dark hair. “Promise me you’ll never become like him.”Like his father.But then the world shifted.The golden light faded into cold gray. The warmth of her arms turned to ice. The scent of r

Last Updated : 2025-08-26

Wrapped in his shadow

Amara walked out of the café, her hands trembling as she clutched the warm cup of coffee that had already lost its heat. The air outside was damp with the remnants of morning rain, but the cold she felt wasn’t from the weather—it was from him.Rafael Aldridge.She should have been used to this by now. The way he called her attention when she least expected it. The way he pulled her into situations where she was never meant to belong. The way he always silenced the voices that insulted her—but never let her escape him.Why did he defend her?Why did he play this game, where he was both her tormentor and her protector?Her thoughts were a tangled mess. He made her feel small. He made her feel noticed. He made her feel weak. He made her feel watched.And yet…He never let her fall completely.But why?She was halfway down the sidewalk, lost in her thoughts, when the roar of an engine snapped her out of her daze.Before she could react, a car sped past her, and within seconds, a wave of f

Last Updated : 2025-08-26

The Scent of Ghost

Rafael Aldridge leaned back in his chair, the dim glow of his office lamp casting long shadows across his desk. His fingers tapped idly against the polished wood, his gaze fixed on the large window overlooking the university courtyard.He should have been focused on real matters—business, power, the empire waiting for him outside of this place. But his mind was somewhere else.Or rather—on someone else.Amara Lenz.He had seen how they looked at her today.With mockery.With amusement.Like she was nothing more than a cheap, fragile thing, a girl who didn’t belong in the world of power and privilege.And yet, even as she stood there—**soaked, humiliated, shaking from the cold—**she did not break.They laughed at her, and she didn’t flinch.That intrigued him.Most people—when faced with humiliation—either fought back or crumbled.But Amara?She endured.And somehow, that irritated him more than anything.She was not meant to be pitiful.She was not meant to be weak.And yet, in the ey

Last Updated : 2025-08-27

Unavoidable Encounter

The cold morning air wrapped around Amara as she stirred awake, her body instinctively curling into itself for warmth. But it wasn’t enough. The warmth she wanted wasn’t there.For a moment, in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness, she almost expected to feel it—the lingering weight of Rafael’s coat, the scent of cedar and something undeniably him. But reality hit her as she stretched out her arms, grasping only the thin blanket wrapped around her. She let out a quiet breath, frustration pooling in her chest.She shouldn’t be thinking about it.But she was.Why had he given it to her in the first place? Why had he taken it back?Why did he always leave her feeling like she was unraveling?With a groan, she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Routine. She needed to focus on the simple things—showering, dressing, breakfast, getting to class. She dragged herself to the bathroom, washing away the remnants of yesterday’s confusion under the lukewarm water before pulling on a

Last Updated : 2025-08-28

The Game of Power and Fire

The morning air was crisp, biting at Amara’s skin as she walked through the empty streets. She hadn’t slept. Not really. Every time she closed her eyes, the image of the dress haunted her—the smooth silk, the perfect fit, the unspoken expectation that came with it.And worse than the dress itself was the question of who had sent it.Not Rafael.It couldn’t be him. His games were always deliberate, always meant to remind her of her place. If he had wanted her to wear something, he would have told her.Then why had it felt like he was claiming her last night? The way he looked at her in the mall, the way he smirked when their eyes met across the university hallways.Amara sighed, shoving her hands into her coat pockets as she wandered further from the city streets. She needed air, needed clarity.She hadn’t even realized where she was walking until she stopped in front of it.Her house.Or at least, what was left of it.The abandoned structure stood in eerie silence, its windows dark, t

Last Updated : 2025-08-29

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