บททั้งหมดของ FORBIDDEN AFFAIR WITH THE BIKER I CAN'T HAVE : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Third Person POV She picked it up. It was soft. Worn soft, meaning he always used it all the time.She couldn’t help but press it to her chest.She pressed both hands. Flat against her sternum, over the place where her heartbeat was doing something irregular that she didn’t have the strength to deal with. Or maybe she was dead?She thought as she stood in the wreckage of the room. Where she had thrown all of those things. At Knox.She pressed the handkerchief harder against her chest and tried to make her brain do something useful, which it refused to do. Instead it kept circling back to the same cluster of facts and finding that they did not assemble into anything coherent no matter what angle it approached them from.Knox was dead.That was a fact. That was an established, confirmed, witnessed fact. Tiny had come to Ray’s compound with the bracelet…this bracelet, the one currently worn twice around my wrist, the leather warm from my skin…and Tiny had looked at her and said the wo

ELARA’S POVI stared at her.Then I pressed my palm against my face.“Can you,” I said, from behind my hand, “please excuse me for one second.”I kept my hand over my face.One second. I just needed one second.“I’m sorry?” Victoria said.I lowered my hand.“Who,” I said, trying very hard to remain civil, “are you? Actually. In this house. What is your…what are you doing here? What is your function?”Victoria’s perfectly shaped eyebrow rose approximately two millimeters. “I don’t see how that’s any of your concern.”“It’s my concern because you appeared in this hallway and started talking to me like you have authority over where I stand, so I’m asking. Who are you, to Knox Reyes?”“Who am I.” Victoria repeated it flatly.“Yes.”“I’m his partner,” Victoria said. The word deployed like something placed deliberately on a table. “Which makes this my home as much as his. Which means I have every right to ask what you’re doing standing outside his office door.”I looked at her.She looked at

ELARA’S POVThe sitting room was quiet.Knox had made tea. Two cups, it was plain and simple.He set one in front of me on the low table and took the chair across from me with his own.Outside the window, the garden was going dark. The last of the evening light sat orange and flat on the tops of the hedges.“Start wherever you want,” Knox said. “Or don’t start at all. Either way is fine.”I looked at the tea.“How did you end up at that auction?” he asked. “Do you remember the steps that got you there?”“I remember all of it,” I said. “Every step.”“Then tell me. If you can.”I was quiet for a moment. Then I started talking.I told him about Ray. About how Ray had presented himself as a friend, as someone trustworthy, someone who had come into our lives at the right moment. About how he had been feeding information to the enemy the entire time. About the night everything fell apart…the lodge, the trap, the chaos. About Rylan.My voice went flat when I said Rylan’s name. It did that a

ELARA’S POVWe sat at the small table in the back of the kitchen.Maria had gone home for the evening. The rest of the staff had cleared out. The house was quiet except for the distant sound of Knox’s television in the sitting room and the occasional creak of the building settling around us.Marcus sat across from me with his hands folded on the table and he looked really distressed. Almost like he has been carrying something heavy for a long time and wasn’t entirely sure whether setting it down would be a relief or a disaster.I had made tea because my hands needed something to do. I set a cup in front of him and sat down.We looked at each other.“Tell me what happened,” I said. “From the beginning. Everything.”Marcus looked down at his cup. Then he started talking.“It was Ray’s men who hit Knox first,” he said. “During the chaos at the lodge. Knox took a bullet to the shoulder, which you probably knew. What happened after…” He paused. “When Ray’s men were moving you out, Knox

VICTORIA’S POV Victoria stood in the middle of the room after the door clicked shut.She looked at the tea staining the carpet. Then at the empty tray before letting her eyes go to the closed door.Her jaw was tight. She crossed to the window and stood there with her arms folded, looking out at the garden below. Mr. Heng was doing something with the far hedge. He was moving very slowly and unbothered which only added to her irritation. She hated slow people the most in this life.She watched him for a moment longer.I’ll show you, she thought, who runs this house, she said angrily, her nails digging into her palm. The girl was a problem, a very big fucking problem. She knew what kind of person Elera was. They use their situation as a shield and try to better their situation. And she had put her eyes on her Knox.She has also noticed the way Knox’s eyes tracked her sometimes without him appearing to notice they were doing it. The way Knox had looked at the floor when he left the r