Alle Kapitel von Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation: Kapitel 21 – Kapitel 30

The Dorian residence at 11:00 PM was a sanctuary of amber light and velvet silence. Outside, the Nashville skyline glittered like fallen diamonds, but inside the terrace of the master suite, the world was reduced to the soft clink of a china cup and the rhythmic, rhythmic purr of Fester.Olivia Dorian sat draped in a midnight-blue silk nightgown, the fabric cool against her skin as the evening breeze stirred the gossamer curtains. Fester, a magnificent creature with fur like polished onyx, rubbed his head against her ankles, providing a steady, comforting warmth. To the outside world, Olivia was a titan of industry—cold, precise, and untouchable. But here, in the quiet hours, she was simply a woman waiting.She never went to bed until the heavy iron gates hummed open. She never slept until she heard the distinct, confident stride of Timothy ascending the stairs, or felt the subtle shift in the air that signalled he was home. He protested, of course—claiming he was a grown man who didn

"My name is Harrison," he began, his voice barely a rasp. "Harrison Fabian. I am an attorney... or I was. I served as the personal lawyer for Alexander Hemsworth. The late Alexander Hemsworth."Harrison shifted in his chair, his oversized suit jacket bunching up around his neck as if it were trying to swallow him whole. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in weeks, his skin sallow and his wobbly head trembling with a frantic, internal vibration.Something clicked in Olivia’s mind, a cold spark of recognition. She leaned back, her eyes narrowing until they were thin slivers of ice. "Wait. Alexander Hemsworth? The billionaire who died recently? The 'Heart Attack' case that the tabloids couldn't stop printing for a month?"Harrison nodded, his double chin quivering. "The same."Olivia gave a sharp, dismissive shrug, her hands gripping the edge of her mahogany desk. "Well, that’s a tragedy for the financial papers, Mr Fabian. But what does a dead billionaire have to do with me? Why are

FEW MINUTES EARLIERIt was a long, restless night. Sleep was a luxury Ethan couldn't afford, not with the taste of Timothy’s lips still haunting him and the crushing weight of his mother’s demands echoing in his mind. He needed a distraction—something to quiet the storm in his chest. He reached for his gardening shears, the only comfort he had known in years.Ethan hadn’t always been a fan of the dirt. In fact, he didn’t even know he had it in him until the day Madison had first brought him to the mansion as a boy. During one of his youthful, lonely strolls through the massive estate, he had stumbled across this specific spot. It was a hidden corner, carved out by nature and pulsing with a life the rest of the cold mansion lacked. Even as a child, Ethan knew this place had been loved. It had been cared for by someone who cherished every petal and leaf.Mesmerised by the view, Ethan had vowed right then to keep up the work of whoever had tended it before him. When Madison later suggest

The atmosphere in the living area was suffocating. The only sounds were the artificial, rhythmic crackle of the modern electric fireplace and the low, heavy purr of Fester, who had abandoned his usual spot to coil himself onto Timothy’s lap. Even the cat seemed to sense the tectonic plates of the Dorian empire shifting.Olivia sat in her high-backed velvet wing chair, her posture perfect, though her eyes were weary. A few feet away, Harrison was a pathetic sight; he sat hunched over, pressing a bag of ice to his swelling jaw. Across from them both sat Timothy. He was terrifyingly still, his legs crossed, his fingers buried in Fester's black fur. He looked like a young king presiding over a trial where he was both judge and executioner."I want you to know," Olivia began, her voice a silken thread in the heavy silence, "that whatever I did, I did for a good cause. Aside from keeping Harrison’s involvement from you, Timothy... everything else I told you was the truth."She began to pull

The tension in the dining hall broke with a sound that felt like a gunshot to Ethan’s heart—the mechanical click of the call connecting."Hello? Tim Dorian here... Chloe?"Ethan’s grip on his juice glass tightened until his knuckles went white. Hearing that voice—the same voice that had hummed low in its throat against his lips only hours ago—now addressing his sister with such casual, professional distance made Ethan’s blood simmer. He picked up for her. He hasn't even looked at my text, but he picked up for her.Chloe, despite her "Diva" exterior, looked like she wanted the marble floor to swallow her whole. The embarrassment was visible, a hot flush creeping up her neck, but Madison didn't flinch. She kept gesturing with her manicured hands, her eyes wide and demanding: Speak!"He... hello, Tim," Chloe stuttered, her voice dropping into a soft, uncharacteristic shyness. "How is it going?""Very well," Tim’s voice came through the speaker, crisp and courteous. "You called?""Oh, yes