All Chapters of Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

-Fifteen Years Ago- The Hemsworth mansion glowed like a lantern under the silver sheen of moonlight, its huge glass windows sparkling against the black velvet of the evening. Crystal chandeliers threw shafts of golden light across the shining marble floors, and the enormous ballroom rang with the hum of voices and laughter. Beautiful women in silk gowns twirled easily across the dance floor, their jewels shining in the light like a dash of stars, while gentlemen in sharp tuxedos danced in a circle holding cigars and glasses of champagne. The scent of fine wine and French pastry hung in the air, mixed with the sweetness of roses arranged in towering crystal vases along the walls. Mellow music genres from a string quartet permeated the air, a soothing background to the clinking of dishes and the muted hum of conversation. Waiters navigated the crowd with ease, silver platters carried high on champagne glasses that glinted in the after-golden gloom. Laughter rolled in waves, sometimes

The Hemsworth estate had become a hive of mourners. The long driveway, usually reserved for polished black cars and private guests, now crawled with people, organisations, and firms, all eager to pay their last respects. Alexander Hemsworth had not been just a man—he had been a symbol, a pillar of the city. His name carried weight, his face was familiar, and his reputation had seeped into the very fabric of Nashville society.Camera flashes dotted the gates. Reporters pressed microphones against the iron bars, their voices calling out questions, their vans parked along the road. The news cycle was relentless. Broadcasters and newspapers alike flooded the air with his story.“Titan Falls: Billionaire Found Dead in His Mansion.”“Hemsworth Empire in Jeopardy?”“Behind Closed Doors—Scandal in the Hemsworth Family?”The headlines screamed suspicion, laced with scandal, but none of it mattered to Elena. She sat in the grand drawing room, her black dress heavy as lead, her face pale with ex

The lights dimmed. A hush spread through the great hall before the stage burst out into chaos of noise and colour."Ladies and gentlemen," the MC's voice crashed out, smooth as silk and playfully lilted with an infinitely faint accent so that each syllable sounded like a note in a song. He was a lean, tall youth with a velvet jacket over his shoulders, his presence flamboyant but not strained, his charm irresistible. He grinned as if he had the whole room in his pocket. "Welcome to the year's party—The Delula Fashion Feast! This evening, you are not just guests, you are witnesses to history stitched in fabric, in hue, in madness. So buckle up your seatbelts, sip your champagne, and let us celebrate art made flesh!"The crowd came to life—laughter, whistles, cheers that crescendoed into a wave and crashed on the glitzy runway.The music hit, heavy bass blended with seductive violins, and models began to walk the catwalk. They were all dressed in a designer's dream—sheer dresses that ap

Tim just stood there, his striking, handsome face unreadable, yet his eyes, those piercing, mesmerising brown eyes, seemed to press down on Ethan like he was peeling back each layer of Ethan’s shielded heart. Silence stretched tight for a beat, strained with something left unsaid. Ethan parted his lips to speak, but Tim beat him to it.With a sudden softness, Tim’s gaze eased. A smile curved across his lips that kind of smile that disarmed, that melted tension without permission, that carried both warmth and danger. Placing a hand lightly against his chest, he said, his voice velvet-smooth,“Oh… I’m only teasing. Forgive me. I was held up a little longer than I intended.”Chloe exhaled so sharply it sounded like relief. “Oh, it’s nothing, Mr Dorian!” she gushed, waving her hand dramatically before pointing an accusing finger at her brother. “My brother here can just be a little… edgy sometimes.” She gave Ethan a playful jab in the side.Tim chuckled low, almost under his breath. “I ca

The Dorian Residence, 3 A.M.The clock ticked softly in the grand yet quiet residence. It was 3 a.m. when Timothy finally pushed open the polished double doors of the living area, exhaustion weighing heavily in every step. The dim glow from the chandelier cast long shadows across the marble floor, but before he could even lower his coat, a familiar weight sprang against him.“Fester,” Tim breathed, his voice cracking with relief as the sleek black-and-white cat leapt gracefully onto his chest. The feline curled against him as though he’d been waiting at the door all night. Timothy buried his face into Fester’s soft fur, the warmth a soothing balm against the cold mask he wore for the world.“Hey, little monster,” he whispered, his words muffled against the purr that vibrated warmly against his skin. Fester meowed softly, rubbing his head insistently against Tim’s jawline as if to remind him: you’re not alone.Then light flooded the room.Tim squinted and turned. She stood at the botto