บททั้งหมดของ FORBIDDEN AFFAIRS WITH MY FIANCÉ'S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE : บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

~~Elena~~I shoved Carlos away so hard my own hands trembled.“Don’t… don’t ever do that again,” I said, my voice shaking more than I wanted it to. I didn’t even look back at him as I ran upstairs.My heart was hammering, my throat tight. Why did it feel like I’d been caught cheating? I’m not even his. Alejandro isn’t mine. And yet… my whole body burned with guilt as if he were.“Alejandro…” His name spilled from my lips the moment I came closer to him. It sounded like a prayer and a plea at once. “I didn’t mean to—”I stopped.Why am I explaining myself to him? Why does his opinion feel like life and death?“Come with me, Elena,” he said, his voice low. Not angry. Not loud. Just low, certain, and impossible to disobey.I followed him before I could even think about it.The moment we stepped into his room, the door shut behind us with a soft click. My heart leapt into my throat.He moved forward,I moved back , the air between us shrinking until my back pressed against the cold wall, a

~~Elena~~ “Alejandro…” I whispered, my voice breaking as I fought myself, trying to stop. Grandpa already knew about us. He might have freed me from my uncle’s grip, but he could never stand against his own father. Alejandro’s hand slid around me, and in a swift motion, he turned me to face him. My knees brushed in his sides, and his kiss deepened—hotter, hungrier, more possessive. I pushed against him, desperate to resist, but my body betrayed me. The harder I tried to fight, the more I found myself drowning, lost completely in his touch. I gasped when I felt his hardness press against my inner thigh. My hands clung to his neck, pulling him closer as I shifted, desperate to feel him against the wet ache beneath my pants. His hands roamed down my back, searching for the zipper. His lips never left mine, our tongues tangled in a fierce battle that made my body burn hotter. He slid lower, fingers fumbling—until he realized there was no zip. Instead, he gripped the fabric tight. My

~~Alejandro~~ I turned just and noticed her shoved Elena aside and walked into my house without permission, my chest tightened. The audacity. My private mansion, and she barged in like she owned it. “Jandro… Jandro,” Valentina called, her voice ringing with entitlement. Her eyes landed on me, and she walked closer. “I called you, but you didn’t pick up, so—” Her voice cracked when she realized she’d crossed a line. Silence stretched. My mind was already working on how to clip the Morales wings once and for all. My father had given them far too much freedom. I shifted my gaze from her to Elena. She looked scared, confused. “Go back inside,” I told her. She nodded quickly, climbing the stairs with hesitant steps, looking back at me as if seeking reassurance. “Jandro, why is she here? We’re supposed to get engaged tonight—and you’re sleeping with your nephew’s fiancée?” She demanded, her tone sharp. I didn’t answer. I simply walked to the sitting room, picked up the remote, and

~~Elena~~That voice — calm, deep, commanding.It rolled through the air like thunder wrapped in silk.Carlos immediately dropped my wrist, straightening his jacket as if caught doing something wrong. I turned slowly, my pulse racing even before my eyes met his.Alejandro stood a few feet away, his presence filling the entire room without effort. His black suit fit him perfectly, sharp and ruthless like the man himself. The crowd seemed to fade around him — even Valentina, who was chatting with a guest, stopped and turned to look our way.“Carlos,” he said again, his voice lower this time, controlled but dangerous. “Is there a problem?”Carlos forced a nervous laugh. “No, of course not. I was just talking to Elena.”Alejandro’s gaze flicked to me, and in that brief second, the whole world stopped. His eyes — calm yet burning — traced my face, then my hand, the one Carlos had just held. His jaw tightened slightly before his expression turned unreadable again.“Talking,” he repeated, hi

~~Alejandro~~The house was quiet when I returned. The old man had complained of feeling unwell, so I brought him back early and called for the family doctor. After he fell asleep, I asked the doctor to leave, I planned to rest too, but Elena’s sad face from the engagement kept haunting me. I decided to make it up to her.From the balustrade in front of the old man’s room, I spotted her walking into the house. She looked exhausted and broken. I wondered what's wrong with her.I made my way down to her.She stopped when she saw me. “Alejandro,” she whispered, her voice soft, tired.She walked closer to me, closing the distance between us.I brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. My hand lingered, finding her wrist, feeling the pulse that beat a little too fast.“What’s wrong, Elena?” I asked quietly.She shook her head, but her eyes betrayed her. They were shimmering, and before I could speak again, a tear slid down her cheek.I led her to her r