Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forbidden Collection : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

It had been three weeks of nonstop shoots, and my body still hadn’t adjusted to the pace. Every morning I woke up sore from holding poses too long, my feet blistered from heels. I was only just learning to walk in. But I kept going, because every paycheck reminder in my bank app meant one step closer to getting Eva out of that house and into a doctor’s care. Today was different, though—the biggest collaboration yet between Mr. Enzo’s brand and Prada. I stood backstage with the other models, my stomach twisting as I watched them warm up. They were the girls I used to see in magazines back home—tall, confident, laughing easily with each other like they’d known one another forever. Standing next to them made me feel small, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my robe. I kept my eyes on the floor, cheeks warm, feeling like everyone could tell I didn’t belong.From across the room, I caught Mr. Enzo watching me. He was leaning against a wall, arms crossed, but when our eyes met he gave me th

Maya laughed breathlessly as Nicolas pinned her wrists above her head, his mouth hot and demanding on her neck. It had been years since university—those cramped six-bed dorms, stolen kisses in hallways, late-night study sessions that always turned into something more. Now they were all grown, wealthy from their aviation empires, and this private reunion had started innocent enough: champagne toasts, old stories. But the tension snapped fast, clothes shedding like old skins, and now it was raw, aggressive, exactly how they’d all craved it.“Fuck, Maya, you’re still so tight,” Nicolas growled, thrusting into her hard from behind, his hips slapping against her ass with sharp, wet sounds. She was on all fours, body rocking forward with each pound, breasts swaying heavily. Henry knelt in front of her, gripping her hair to guide her mouth onto his cock. She sucked greedily, hollowing her cheeks, tongue swirling around the head as saliva dripped down her chin.“Take it deeper, baby,” Henry g

“Ava! Wait—I can explain!”Calloway’s voice cracked, desperate, as he scrambled off the bed. I heard the slick sound of him pulling out of Taylor, followed by the rustle of sheets and frantic footsteps. My legs wouldn’t move. I stood frozen in the doorway, balloons still drifting lazily above me, my mouth open but no words coming. Calloway stumbled toward me, naked, his skin flushed and glistening, his dick still half-hard. He reached for a towel on the chair but missed, hands shaking too much to grab it. “Ava, please—”My voice finally broke free, thin and trembling. “Ca… Calloway… you never told me you were gay. You never did.” I swallowed hard, tears burning at the corners of my eyes. “Thrusting into another man? On your birthday? Our anniversary? How could you?”He took another hesitant step, arms lifting halfway as if to pull me into a hug, but he dropped them when I flinched back instinctively. “It’s not what it looks like—I swear to God. He’s… he’s Taylor. My childhood friend

The weddingAunt Lydia had handed me the clipboard that morning with a quick, excited hug. “Sweetie, can you keep an eye on the exterior designers? Make sure the arch is centered and the flowers match the palette. You’re my rock today.” Her smile was so bright it almost hurt to look at it. I’d nodded, forcing enthusiasm into my voice, and spent the next few hours drifting between the garden tents, greeting distant cousins and great-aunts I hadn’t seen since Mom and Dad’s funeral. They pinched my cheeks, told me how much I’d grown, how much I looked like my mother. Now there were only thirty minutes until the ceremony. I was still in yoga pants and an old hoodie, hair in a messy bun, while the other bridess floated around in silk robes, sipping mimosas. Panic spiked. I mumbled an excuse about checking something upstairs and bolted for my room, taking the steps two at a time.The door clicked shut behind me, and I exhaled shakily. I’d showered earlier, thank God, so I splashed cold wat

Lila’s heart pounded as she knelt in the center, wrists bound behind her back with rough rope that bit into her skin. The five men circled her—Jax, the dominant leader with his tattooed arms; Marcus, lean and cruel with a whip in hand; Theo, broad-shouldered and silent; Victor, smirking with a paddle; and Kane, the one who always pushed her limits with his unyielding grip. This was her idea, her obsession—to beat the Guinness World Record for the longest BDSM orgy endurance, documented by hidden cameras for verification. Twelve hours minimum, with pain as the price. She craved notoriety, the thrill of pushing her body to the edge, but now, as Jax grabbed her chin and tilted her head up, doubt flickered in her eyes.“Ready to break that record, slut?” Jax growled, his fingers digging into her jaw. She nodded, lips parting in a mix of fear and anticipation. He slapped her cheek lightly at first, testing, then harder, the sting blooming across her skin. She gasped, tears welling, but her