บททั้งหมดของ Forbidden Love... Or Maybe Not?: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

The room had grown quiet after the emotional storm that had passed between them and the light moments they had just shared.Phoenix and Nichole sat across from each other, the earlier tension slowly settling into something calmer—something fragile yet real.For a few moments neither of them spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable anymore. It felt more like two wounded souls trying to understand each other.Nichole wiped the remaining tears from her face while Phoenix leaned back slightly against the couch, his gaze drifting toward the window beside them.Moonlight slipped through the glass, casting a soft glow inside the room.Nichole watched him carefully.She had expected anger from him.Or resentment.

“Now… will you both get up,” Rafael said, raising one eyebrow, his tone calm but carrying that unmistakable authority, “or should I lend you a hand?”For a split second, Saraya and Phoenix froze.And then—In less than a heartbeat, both of them scrambled to their feet like guilty children caught stealing sweets, standing straight in front of him with overly tight, extremely fake smiles plastered on their faces.The contrast was so sudden and ridiculous that Nichole couldn’t hold herself back anymore.A burst of laughter escaped her.And then another.Within seconds, she was laughing uncontrollably, her hand clutching her stomach as she bent slightly forward.

“Baby, your uncle Phin has found his mate,” Saraya exclaimed, her tone deliberately excited as she tried yet another trick to get Zee down.It worked.Instantly.Vidhant’s pain was forgotten as Zehaan’s grip loosened just a little. His curious eyes widened as he leaned forward.“Uncle Phin… mate?” Zee asked in a confused yet intrigued tone.And that was Saraya’s chance.In one swift motion, she scooped him into her arms.“Got you,” she whispered triumphantly.Zee squealed in delight, completely forgetting his previous mission of torturing Vidhant’s scalp.“Let’

The atmosphere in the main hall slowly shifted from tension to warmth.After the initial surprise, conversations began to flow again—soft at first, then gradually filled with life. Nicole’s parents settled comfortably among the others, their earlier shock replaced by visible relief and happiness.George, being the second in command to King Basil, was not unfamiliar with the royal lineage. He had heard of Harrison and his legacy, knew of Rafael’s unmatched strength and position. But Phoenix and Miah… they were names that existed more in whispers than reality.They had never been presented openly to the world.The prophecy.The sacrifice.Those secrets had kept them hidden in the shadows for years.So, standing here today—watching his daughter beside Phoenix—George felt both surprise and pride.“I must say,” George said, his voice respectful yet warm, looking toward Phoenix, &ldquo

All sat frozen in their places.Not a single soul moved.Not a breath felt steady.The weight of Nicole’s truth had settled over the room like a suffocating storm—thick, heavy, and impossible to escape.Phoenix sat still… too still.His head was slightly bowed, his eyes shadowed, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles visibly twitched beneath his skin. His hands were curled into fists, knuckles turning white as he struggled to contain the storm raging inside him.Rage.Pure, violent rage.It was rising inside him with every passing second—burning, suffocating, uncontrollable.His wolf… Landon…