All Chapters of Whispers Of a Forgotten Love : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

...and I paused—just inches away.Her breath hitched, eyes flickering from my lips to my eyes. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, the ache in her chest still lingering, but now mingled with something else.Something unspoken.“Elena…” I whispered, unsure if I was asking permission or warning her.But she didn’t pull away.Instead, her eyes fluttered shut ever so slightly, and that was all the invitation I needed.I closed the gap and kissed her—softly at first, just brushing her lips with mine, testing the waters. She didn’t resist. She leaned into me, her lips trembling against mine, her hands clutching lightly at my shirt.It wasn’t just a kiss. It was her grief, her longing, her release.And mine too.We stayed like that for a while, just two broken pieces trying to fit together under the moonlit sky, the sound of waves crashing gently behind us.When we finally pulled apart, her eyes stayed closed for a second longer, as if holding onto the feeling.“I’m sorry,” I w

I walked into my room and gently closed the door behind me, leaning against it with a deep sigh. “What the hell have I done?”The words slipped out before I could stop them. I ran a hand over my face, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “Why did I agree to a press conference? Aisssh... I must be out of my damn mind.”The weight of the day hit me all at once, and I slipped down onto the bed, lying flat, eyes on the ceiling. The media would be watching. The world would be watching. And *she* would be there too. Elena. Maybe that’s what I wanted all along. I turned my head slowly to the side, staring at the empty space beside me. “It’s a good thing though...” I muttered. Yes, it was. This wasn’t just about controlling the narrative anymore—it was personal. I needed answers. I needed to see the truth in her eyes. Was there really something between her and Eric? Was the photo just a coincidence… or was there more behind her smile?One way or another, I was goi

I sat down quietly, slowly wheeling the chair back and forth, lost in thought. Her words echoed in my mind — "We're seeing each other."I clenched my jaw, remembering the expression on her face as she said it. It didn’t sit right. I’ve seen Elena lie before, and that... that was one of those moments.She avoided my eyes. Her voice wavered. She said it like she was convincing herself, not the world. I might not know everything about her, but one thing I do know — when she's lying, it shows. And she was lying. Not just to the press. To me. To herself.I sat upright, grabbed my phone, and opened the internet. The headlines were everywhere — but one video caught my attention. I clicked on it.There he was. Eric.Holding Elena’s hand… possessively. Protectively. Like she belonged to him.My eyes darkened as I stared at the screen. My jaw tightened. My hand balled into a fist on the table.I hated him. From the very first day he walked into my office and dared to touch her… till thi

I pulled to a gentle stop in front of Elena’s apartment. Stepping out, I opened the car door for her, and she gracefully stepped down. I walked her to the door, pausing for a moment.“Good night,” I said softly, not quite ready to leave.Just as I turned back toward the car, her voice called out to me.“Um… Eric, would you like to come in for a while? Maybe just a cup of coffee… to cool your head a bit? What do you think?” she asked, her eyes searching mine.I smiled, feeling the warmth behind her words.“I could never turn down an offer from a beautiful queen,” I replied, locking eyes with her.And maybe… I did need to cool my head down too.Without another word, I followed her back to the door, and together, we stepped inside.I sat quietly on the couch, watching as Elena moved gracefully to the counter. She returned a few minutes later, holding a cup of coffee and gently handed it to me.“Thank you,” I murmured, taking a slow sip, my eyes fixed on her as she sat elegantly beside me

At first, it was a bit shaky—recorded from a distance. But then, the image sharpened. My eyes widened in disbelief as I saw Linda with Dora in a abandoned building.I stared harder at the video, my heart pounding as the footage played. Linda and Dora stood in what looked like an abandoned building, their voices muffled by the poor audio, but their body language said it all—this wasn’t a casual meeting.My chest tightened as the memory of the words I heard from behind her door echoed in my head: "You know you're a fake, so you have to listen to whatever I say, Linda."The pieces started falling into place, painfully slow but clear. This wasn't a coincidence. This wasn’t a misunderstanding. I looked up, my face twisted in disbelief, but Grandpa didn’t say a word. He just watched me—eyes firm, patient, almost like he was waiting for me to finally catch up with the truth.“No…” I muttered, shaking my head. “This can’t be right. They’re not even… close. Why would they meet like thi