Todos los capítulos de Falling For Forbidden: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

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

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

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

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

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