All Chapters of FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ELARA’S POVI stopped talking after that night. What was the point?Ray didn’t care what I said. Sofia couldn’t talk to me without risking punishment. And there was no one else.So I retreated into silence. Into the quiet spaces of my own mind where the present couldn’t reach me.It was easier that way.When Ray came with food, I didn’t thank him or beg or curse. I just took the tray and ate like the machine I am becoming, with my eyes fixed on nothing.When he spoke to me, I didn’t respond. Didn’t react. Just stared through him like he didn’t exist.At first, he seemed amused by it. Then frustrated. Then angry.But I didn’t care.I’d found a place inside myself where nothing could touch me. A small, dark corner where I could hide from everything…from the grief over Rylan, from the uncertainty about Knox, from the horror of my situation.I live in that corner now.My body went through the motions of survival. Eating the stale bread. Drinking the metallic water. Using the bucket in th

Knox POV I walk through the glass doors of Sterling & Associates, and the cold air hits me. My shirt feels loose today. The doctors say I’m healing well, but when I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. My skin is pale now, not like it used to be. At least that’s what Margaret told me.“Mr. Knox!”A woman rushes over, smiling too wide. She pushes a piece of paper into my hand. “My number, if you need anything.”I take it without really looking. This happens sometimes. The guards step in before two more women can approach, and I’m grateful. I just want to get to my office.The elevator ride up is quiet. I stare at my reflection in the metal doors. Pale face. Dark circles under my eyes that are finally fading. Sharp cheekbones. I look better than I did two months ago, at least.Margaret is at her desk when I reach the twenty-third floor. She looks up with that careful smile everyone gives me these days.“Good morning, Mr. Knox. Coffee’s on your desk. The Brennan files are r

ELARA’S POVThe van drove for over an hour. I watched the landscape change through the window… mountains giving way to hills, then flatlands, and eventually the outskirts of what looked like a city. Buildings appeared, scattered at first, then clustered closer together.Ray said nothing during the drive, just kept one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on my thigh.I stared out the window and tried not to feel his touch.Tried not to feel anything.Eventually, we pulled into what appeared to be an industrial district. Warehouses and factories, most of them abandoned or barely operational. The kind of place where no one asked questions about what happened behind closed doors.Ray parked the van behind a particularly large warehouse…three stories of concrete and steel with no windows on the lower levels and bars on the ones above.“We’re here,” he said, finally releasing my leg to turn off the engine.I looked at the building, confusion cutting through the numbness sl

MARCUS CHEN’S POV“The quarterly reports look solid,” I said, sliding the folder across Knox’s desk. “Revenue is up fifteen per cent from last quarter, and the new security contracts in Southeast Asia are performing above projections.”Knox leaned back in his leather chair and studied the documents with those intense dark eyes that had always been formidable.“Good,” he said simply. “What about the Dubai expansion? Are we still on track for the March launch?”“Yes, sir. The team is finalizing the logistics now. We should have everything ready by the first week of March.”I watched him as he read through the reports, his expression focused and analytical. He looked so different now from the man who’d been brought to us six months ago…barely alive, covered in blood, with bullet wounds that should have killed him.But he’d survived.Against all odds, Knox Reyes had survived.Though he didn’t remember anything before waking up in that private hospital in Singapore, confused and in pain,

ELARA’S POVI woke to Sofia shaking my shoulder frantically.“Elara! Elara, wake up!”I opened my eyes slowly, confused. It was dark outside. Middle of the night.“What?” My voice was hoarse.“It’s Carmen,” Sofia said, her voice high with panic. “She’s sick. Really sick. She’s burning up and she won’t wake up properly.”I pushed myself to sit, my body protesting the movement. Ever since the auction three days ago, I’d barely been able to function. Eating when forced. Sleeping when exhaustion demanded it.But the fear in Sofia’s voice cut through my numbness.“Where is she?”“Her room. Please, you have to help. I don’t know what to do.”I followed Sofia out into the hallway, my bare feet silent on the wooden floors.Carmen was one of the younger girls…maybe twelve or thirteen. Small, quiet, with dark curls and eyes that had already seen too much.We reached her room, and I could hear her before I saw her…small, pained whimpers.She was lying on her mattress, her skin flushed and cover