Todos os capítulos de MY BIG BROTHER: A Forbidden Desire.: Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Roy’s POVI gripped the steering wheel tightly as I tried calling Nayla again, but the line wouldn’t connect. Each attempt ended in frustration, and the worry gnawed at me.“This call should fucking go through,” I muttered under my breath, irritation bubbling up within me. Nayla had said she was trying to reach me, but I hadn’t received any of her calls. I should have told her that even when I tried calling her, it wouldn’t go through. But I didn’t want to amplify her worry. It had to be because she was underground, where the network was poor.With a sigh, I shoved my phone back into the cup holder and focused on the road. I couldn’t let myself get too worried….Nayla was safe, and all I needed to do was be at alert on my way to the hospital. I had to make sure I wasn’t being followed thrre.Moments later, I arrived at the hospital, pulling into the parking lot. I got out of my car, heading toward the entrance door. I could already perceive antiseptics in the air, making my stomach t

Nayla’s POV.As I grabbed the phone, my hope faded. The screen showed an unknown number, and my chest tightened with uncertainty of what might happen if it was someone else. Maybe Marco or Kain, or anybody else. Should I answer it? I was scared, but I couldn’t resist.“Hello?” I said, my heart racing. The fear of what I might hear gripped me.“Baby, Nayla,” I heard the familiar voice. It was Roy. My heart flooded with relief as I smiled, my fear slowly leaving me.“Roy,” I breathed, my voice shaky. It had been a long day without him. Our last conversation had ended abruptly, adding to my anxiety.“What happened? The call just ended like that,” I asked, settling on the bed, trying to calm my restless mind. Hearing his voice brought me the feeling of comfort i had so longed for. If he hadn’t called me, I couldn’t imagine staying all day without talking to him. I would probably just leave here and go find him. Okay, maybe not.“It’s probably the network. I had to call you from another nu

KAIN’S POV.As I dialed my father’s number, a knot twisted in my stomach. I knew I had to tell him about My wife’s death, but would he even care? I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I listened to the phone ring, each sound echoing my rising anxiety.“Dad,” I said when he finally picked up, my voice shaky. “I have bad news. My wife… she’s gone.”The silence on the other end felt suffocating. I gripped the steering wheel tighter, bracing for his reaction. I could almost sense the disbelief radiating from him, just like my own feelings threatening to spill. “Gone? What do you mean?” he replied, his voice filled with surprise, but I knew inside he wasn’t really bothered.“She… she died, Dad. They managed to save the baby, but she died due to the shovk of the fall,” I said, my voice breaking as I felt my heart shattering all over again. This was my fault. I shouldn’t have walked out in her.A deep breath escaped him as he seemed to gather his thoughts. “Kain, listen to me. Yo

Nayla’s POV(Scattering noise)Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from the house…..a rustle that sent a chill down my spine. My heart raced as I glanced toward the door, my legs frozen in place. Someone was here.I quickly rushed to lock the room door, my pulse pounding as I feared that someone was searching for us in the main house. If they found the door to the safe house, they could easily access the safe house, and that would be the end of me….thst eould be the end of everything.Whoever it was could only be here for me and Roy. No one else should have access to this place other than Roy.I pressed my back against the door, trying to stay quiet so that I could maybe hear the noise again or, worse, footsteps. I attempted to calm my heaving chest by placing my hand over it, controlling my breathing. I took a deep breath in, then exhaled softly through my mouth, waiting for another sound.But there was none…..just silence, the usual silence..Yet I couldn’t just conclude that I was al

KAIN’S POVI stood by my mirror, staring at my naked body. It’s strange how it’s been hours and I can’t seem to get Laurel out of my head. Her sexy body, the way her blonde hair cascaded down her back, and that intoxicating smell that lingered in the air when I got close to her. I can’t stop reminiscing about how soft and smooth her skin felt when I held her close. Gosh! I want her. I need her so damn bad.But what does this mean for me? Am I really falling for her like this? Does it mean I never truly loved my wife? Is that what all of this means?It's terrifying how, no matter how hard I try to pretend or force in the pain of my wife’s death, i can’t feel anything anymore. At first, I felt her loss, and it stung really hard. The memories came flooding back, each one sharper than the last. But right now, all I can think about is another woman……another life. Laurel has completely consumed my thoughts. I am infatuated with her to the point where I can barely function. I crave her pr