All Chapters of Forbidden By Her Sister's Husband : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

"I don't care what time it is." His grip on her hair tightened slightly. "Turn. Around."She should refuse. Should fight. Should do anything except obey.But her body was already moving. Turning to face the counter. Palms pressing flat against the cold marble surface, the chill seeping into her skin like a shock.Behind her, she heard him moving. The metallic clink of his belt buckle undoing, the harsh rasp of his zipper sliding down. The air in the kitchen thickened, heavy with the faint, savory aroma of the untouched food—garlic and herbs from whatever upscale dish he'd ordered—mixing with the sharper, masculine scent of his cologne, sandalwood and spice, intensified by his proximity. Her breaths came short and ragged, the sound echoing off the gleaming stainless steel appliances and polished granite."You want to know your purpose?" His hands hooked into the waistband of her leggings and panties, yanking them down in one rough pull, the fabric scraping against her thighs before poo

Six weeks into her life as Damian's kept woman, Aria had gained back the weight she'd lost.Not by choice. Not through natural recovery.But because Damian had made it his mission to ensure she ate like her life depended on it.She stood in front of the bathroom mirror that morning, studying her reflection. Her face had filled out again. Her collarbones were less prominent. Her body looked healthier—fuller in a way that should have been good but instead felt like evidence of his control extending even to how her body existed."Breakfast is ready," came his voice from the other room.Aria closed her eyes briefly, then walked out.He sat at the dining table, already dressed for work in a charcoal suit. In front of him: two plates. One for him—black coffee and toast. One for her—eggs, bacon, fruit, yogurt, whole grain toast with butter.Enough food for two people."Sit."She sat.He didn't touch his own food. Just watched her with those dark, calculating eyes as she picked up her fork.T

The call came at two in the afternoon.Aria was sitting by the windows—her usual spot during empty hours—when her phone rang. Damian's name on the screen.She answered. "Yes?""There's a contract file in the study. Brown leather folder on the second shelf. Bring it to my office."Her stomach dropped. "Your office?""Fiftieth floor. I need it in twenty minutes." He hung up before she could respond.Aria stared at the phone in her hand.The fiftieth floor. Cross Industries. The place she used to work—down in the archives three floors below ground. The place she hadn't been to since... when? Before the scandal. Before the confrontation. Before everything exploded.Five months. Maybe longer.She stood on shaking legs and went to find the file.It was exactly where he'd said—brown leather, thick with documents. She held it against her chest and stared at the elevator.She had to leave the penthouse. Had to go down fifty floors. Had to walk through the Cross Industries offices where everyon

The dining room felt smaller than it should have.Aria walked in carrying two plates, eyes down, focusing on not dropping them. The scallops were perfectly seared—golden crust, the smell of butter and lemon following her.Alfred sat at Damian's right. Tall, gray-haired, with the same cold eyes as his son but somehow harder. More certain. He wore a dark suit even for family dinner, posture rigid.Beatrice sat on the left. Damian's aunt. Cassandra's godmother. The woman who'd looked at Aria the night of the confrontation and called both sisters disgusting.She wore pearls. Her hair was styled perfectly. And when Aria approached with the plate, Beatrice's expression shifted—not dramatically, just a slight tightening around the mouth. Distaste.Aria placed the plate in front of Alfred first. Exactly as Damian had instructed.Alfred didn't acknowledge her. Didn't even glance up. Just continued his conversation with Damian."—the quarterly projections are solid. Better than expected given t

Something flashed in his eyes. Dangerous."You're comparing—""I'm telling you the TRUTH!" Her voice cracked. "You're not punishing me for lying! You're punishing me because I saw something in you that wasn't there! I thought you were better than this! I thought—" She choked on the words. "But you're just CRUEL! You're destroying me piece by piece and calling it keeping me! You're a monster and you don't even CARE!""I'm a monster." His voice dropped. Deadly quiet. "And what does that make you? The woman who spread her legs for her sister's husband?"The words hit like a slap."How DARE you—""You want truth?" He ripped her hand off his collar. Gripped both her wrists now. Hard enough to hurt. "Here's truth. You came to me. You let me touch you. You moaned my name in that apartment while your sister slept upstairs. Don't act like I forced you into anything.""That was DIFFERENT—""It wasn't." He backed her up. Step by step until her spine hit the counter. "You wanted me then. You want