All Chapters of HIS FORBIDDEN REJECTION : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Maya’s POVThe storm might have ended.But its shadow…I was still here.And as Ray held me tightly against his chest, breathing me in as if I might vanish—I knew:Our peace was not real.It was an illusion.And illusions always shatter.I felt it crack that same night.Ray insisted I sleep while he and Lana stayed awake in shifts, checking windows, doors, cameras, everything. He tried to hide his worry, but the way his eyes followed every shadow told me the truth.He was scared too.Not of Zane returning.But of what Zane had done to me.When I finally lay down in bed, exhaustion pulled at me, but sleep refused to come. Every time my eyes closed, I saw water. Storm clouds. Zane’s hand reaching through the darkness.His voice echoing inside my skull like a ghost.“You can’t run from me, Maya… I will always find you.”The words wrapped around my neck like cold fingers.I jerked awake, breath sharp, heart racing. The room was quiet but too quiet. Even the clock on the wall seemed afraid

Maya POV“He’s alive.”Those two words kept spinning in my head long after Ray whispered them last night.I didn’t sleep.I couldn’t.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the sea swallowing Zane… and then spitting him back out.Now the morning light felt cold against my skin, like the world had shifted and nobody warned me.Ray stood in the doorway, watching me as I sat on the edge of the bed. His voice was calm, but I heard the worry hiding inside it.“Maya, you haven’t eaten.”My fingers twisted the bedsheet.“I’m not hungry.”He stepped closer, slow and careful, like I might break if he moved too fast.“You need strength.”I swallowed.Strength.I didn’t even feel real.Ray reached out, touching my shoulder. His hand was warm, steady—everything I wasn’t.“We’ll get through this.”But my voice came out small.“What if he never stops?”Ray didn’t answer.And that silence told me everything.The day felt too bright as Ray drove me to the therapist’s office.I kept my forehead against th

Maya POVThe door clicked, and my heart jumped so fast I thought it would crack open.I stood there barefoot on the cold floor, staring at the handle as it turned.I whispered, “Please don’t be him.”But the door opened.And Zane stepped inside.His hair was wet like he had come from the rain, drops falling onto his shirt. A soft smile stretched across his face, the kind that made my stomach twist.He closed the door behind him.Just like that, the room felt smaller.He scanned my face. “You look scared.”I didn’t answer. My voice was trapped somewhere behind my ribs.Zane took a slow step toward me. “Did you think I wouldn’t come back?”The air smelled like metal and salt, maybe from the ocean clinging to him. I couldn’t move. My hands shook so badly I pressed them behind my back.“I was talking to Ray,” I said, my voice barely there.His eyebrow lifted. “Of course you were.”He walked around me—not touching—just circling like a wolf deciding where to bite. My skin prickled.“You wan

Maya POV“I don’t want to check my phone.”The words slip out before I can stop them.Ray pauses in the doorway, one hand still on the frame like he’s holding the world in place.“Why?” His voice is steady, but his eyes search my face.I stare at the untouched breakfast tray on the bed.The eggs have gone cold.So have my hands.Something in my chest feels like a thin thread pulled too tight.“It keeps vibrating,” I whisper. “It won’t stop.”Ray steps closer.His scent—cedar and something darker—wraps around me, but even that can’t stop the shaking in my fingers.“Give it to me,” he says.I don’t move.If I give it to him, it becomes real.If I don’t, maybe the world outside isn’t burning.But my phone buzzes again.ByAnd again.Like a heartbeat I can’t control.I pick it up with numb fingers and place it in his palm.His jaw tightens the moment the screen lights up.He doesn’t say anything.He doesn’t need to.Because the horror is reflected in his eyes before he even turns the phon

Ray POV“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?” The bailiff’s voice echoed through the courtroom, hollow and formal, but every syllable slammed against my chest like a hammer.Lana’s eyes flickered toward me as she nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she gripped the edges of the stand. I could see it in her: the fear, the uncertainty—but also the steel beneath. I had seen her like this before, fighting battles in silence, her loyalty fierce even when the world threatened to break her.“Lana,” I whispered under my breath, though no one else could hear. “You’ve got this. Just—focus.”She swallowed, her voice clear despite the tremor. “I’ve worked for Mr. Zane for five years. I—”The words froze on her lips, and my stomach knotted. This was it. Everything we’d feared, every trap Zane had laid, led to this moment. My fingers clenched around the edges of the bench. I felt a low, thundering pulse in my veins, like the blood itself knew the stakes.“